You come in to my office with a few health complaints. I take a look at your chart, but its not needed. I can tell by looking at you that you're too juicy- I mean, overweight- and that it's causing you these issues. I try to resist and do my job as a doctor. I give you advice and start to work on a treatment plan, but the idea of you losing weight just breaks my heart. I didn't eat breakfast yet, and the thought of your body going to waste just hurts me. Before I know it, I'm gobbling you up. Burping and rubbing my now huge tummy, I savour how amazing it was to eat you. But someone saw us, and now my assistant is saying she's going to tell people what I did! I can't have that, so I end up swallowing her down too, as dessert. It's all a bit much for my tummy, and I show off my new stretch marks as I let my new belly hang from my clothes. It's huge now!
