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Imagine your favorite character finds an abandoned fridge. That they decide to take home with them. When they get it inside, it suddenly begins to feel heavier. With effort, they moved it to the spot they wanted it.
Confused, they open it to find it filled to the brim with food of all kinds. Meats, Sweets, Vegetables, Fruits, and so on…
But it was completely empty when they first found it! Is this some sort of magic? Is it safe?
They look back inside and the find their attention caught by a gorgeous birthday cake. Their mouth begins to salivate, and they are overwhelmed by the desire to taste it.
Foolishly, they decide to dig a chunk out with their hand. The reason, “a little bite won’t make me sick.” They bite into the decadently sweet cake and groan with delight. They reach out and dig more and more chunks of cake and shovel it into their mouth.
After demolishing half of the cake, they begin to feel parched. They look around and find a big bottle of lemon-lime soda. They pull it out, unscrew the cap, and begin to chug. After demolishing most of the bottle, they stop to catch their breath and a hearty burp escapes.
Despite having consumed so much already, they still feel hungry. In fact, they are hungrier than before they opened the fridge.
A fragment of their consciousness demands they stop. But it’s too late, they have fallen into the fridge’s trap. Entranced by the magic, they greedily eye the other contents of the fridge and lick their lips. They continue to feast on the contents of the fridge; pizza, pasta, sandwiches, burritos, dumplings, so on and so forth. Every item is somehow the perfect temperature and the most delicious thing they ever tasted.
They feel their clothes pinch tight against their body. They look down to see what’s wrong, and realize that their stomach and the rest of their body has been rapidly growing fat as they’ve feasted.
Still far to entranced by the power, the chuckle and give their gut a slap. They return their focus to the fridge and continue their gluttonous rampage.
Hours later, you arrive on the scene. You are shocked when you see them, lying on the ground with their clothes in tatter, and their body has been enveloped with a few hundred pounds of pure fat. Most of the colossal corpulence, is stored in their tremendous and rotund gut. Which, rises several feet in the air.
You walk around their blimped out body to meet their face. A medley of sauces, crumbs, and frosting is smeared across their porcine face. They blink their eyes open and nonchalantly greet you. “Oh hey, you’re back! Could you help me out? I’m starving and I can’t reach the fridge!”