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We slump over the ruins, our huge, swollen bellies tight and heavy from the feast. At first, we groan and cradle them, unsure if we’ve gone too far. But soon, our hesitation turns to smug delight. We press and jiggle each other’s distended middles, giggling at our sheer size. The hunger stirs again — and we start plotting just how much bigger we can get, and how many more tinies we can swallow.