I love it when I wake up. My belly is empty and I can go eat. I go downstairs and I eat and eat. My stomach grows everyday. Everyday, I get closer to becoming a sphere. It is rewarding to me. My jiggly-ness is perfect.
I also eat during the day. I eat nonstop to ensure that my belly will grow. Pizza, chips, junk food. All of that. I feel my pants get tighter by the minute. I feel my belly pushing against my pants, wanting out.
It forces it's way out by popping the button. Soon, it hangs over and jiggles. It's all worth it. It's all worth it at the end of the day, when I step on the glass scale...
... And the scale shatters.
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