IH-*urp* Six pancakes.
Three scrambled eggs.
Eight strips of bacon.
Five sausage links.
Two hash browns.
Three cups of hot chocolate.
And one massive food baby.
You lean back heavily in your chair, stifling a colossal belch, which causes your swollen gut to rumble audibly. Several of the buttons on your plaid button-up shirt have been undone, either loosened by hand or popped off. Your skinny jeans aren't far behind.
When your best friend said they had IHOP leftover, you had never expected so much food... or to have eaten all of it.
Both of your hands rest on your bulging potbelly, kneading the taut skin in a feeble attempt to soothe your indigestion. It feels warm to the touch, and you can definitely feel a noticeable gas buildup inside of it.
There goes your diet.
It almost seemed uncontrollable, how quickly you began pigging out on the greasy leftovers. You had skipped breakfast that morning, and the aroma of