Frodo grabs the cake from the pantry and brings it to the table. It is chocolate, and looks very delicious. He grabs a knife and slices down it in the middle, and then again, making four pieces. Then Frodo takes one of the fourths and plops it into his plate and begins to eat. The moment he puts the first bite into his mouth he immediately wishes for more. The taste is too delicious! Before Frodo knew it he had already finished the first piece but he was still hungry. Naturally, he took the next piece and started to stuff it into his mouth as well. His stuffed face was covered in chocolate and there were crumbs everywhere. But he doesn't care. The only thing that Frodo can think about is how delightful the cake tastes.
Before he knew it, the hobbit finds himself almost through the third piece and feeling rather full. His now bloated gut pushes against his belt like it never has before. He feels like he is going to burst. Still, in a mad rage, Frodo chomps through the final piece with gusto.
Now Frodo has finished the cake. He is slumped down is chair with one hand resting on his stomach with crumbs all over the floor.
"What did I just do?!" the hobbit thinks to himself. "Why?!"
Frodo has never felt so full in his life, but so good either. He starts to rub his distended stomach in circles, trying to at least settle it a little, even letting out a very large burp. He finds his pants to be rather tight so he unhitches his belt and continues.
Eventually when he gets the courage Frodo heaves himself out from the chair and starts to go about the work in his house.
Frodo discovers keeping house (hole?) harder than his uncle had ever made it seem. He misses Bilbo desparatley. It was a shame that he had to leave, Frodo thinks.
Soon it is time for second breakfast but Frodo still feels stuffed. After a quick peek his mind is quickly changed. There is a basket full of small muffins that seems to be calling his name. He takes it down, and makes it back to the kitchen.
~1 hour later~
In a feasting frenzy Frodo quickly found himself eating a whole lot more than he bargained for. He now sits on the floor rubbing his now even thicker middle. Frodo has never felt like such a pig in his whole life. His stomach now stuck out far enough that he had to unbutton his pants and shirt so it could sit on his crumb-covered lap. He held it in vain, groaning. He longed for more sweet food but Frodo didn't think his poor stomach could handle any more. There were plates from various courses sprawled all over the floor and before the stuffed hobbit slipped into a food coma the only thing he could think of was the mess that he would have to clean up.
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