He looked down at his belly. An almost firm orb. He shook it. It jiggled slightly. He continued to look at it as if it couldn't possibly be his. Then a gurgling sound met his ears once more. He couldn't believe it. He had just raided half of the fridge and he was still hungry!

He looked around for food to quell his hunger - his mind said 'no' but his stomach screamed 'yes', he knew he shouldn't but part of him loved the feeling of being stuffed, and loved waking up softer and softer the next day. He looked around and found what he wanted - cakes, pizzas, cookies, pies, casseroles, hot dogs, burgers, beer, cola, and lots and lots of blackberry cobbler. He ate it all and drank the beer.

And to his surprise and dismay, he was somehow even hungrier than before. He looked but he had eaten all of the food in the frat house. His eyes fell on the phone. He shouldn't, his frat brothers would be back in the morning to watch him pack away another mammoth breakfast in only a few hours. But he couldn't help it. He picked up the phone and ordered 10 pizzas and asked them to deliver pronto. In 15 minutes the pizza guy arrived.

In less than half an hour the pizzas were gone and he was...