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About This File
I took a nice long food coma nap after my huge breakfast stuffing... before I slipped into unconsciousness, though, I asked you to order me lunch. "Surprise me please," I said.
"I'll call you when it's delivered," you say. "Take a nap, piggy, and wake up when you're ready to gorge again."
I woke up to two huge, juicy bacon cheeseburgers, and a large platter of greasy diner fries, all complete with a 32oz Coke and a large vanilla malt. Still stuffed from my excessive breakfast, I slipped on a skin tight tanktop ("this just fit a month ago..."), prop myself up in bed, and devour my lunch like an obedient little hog. You get to watch my tanktop lift up and reveal my swollen, uncomfortably stuffed gut, as I lay back and continue to shovel food down my throat.
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