"Well I'm not done with this house yet" I muttered to myself. I took two steps, I was definitely more heavier than before. Fortunately I could still fit through the door, even if it was quite a squeeze.
Thud! Thud! Each step sounded like a mini sledgehammer at this point; I had put on way more weight than I first thought. The only thing on my mind was avoiding more weight gain, if I wasn't careful, I'd barely be able to move at all. The thought passed though, when familiar darted by. It was... last week's dinner?
It was, and clearly it was time for seconds. Before I could react it swam right into my gut, adding more weight to my already massive figure. I tried running, but then all of a sudden, it was the fish from last week, and the week before that.
"GAAAAAH" I yelled, as the flurry of ghost fish rushed into my mouth. It was the ghost of every fish I'd ever eaten, this was not going to end well. Still I kept trying to run, though my pace slowed down with each fish that ended up in my gut.
Thud!... Thud!... until I fell back on my rear, with the loudest thud of them all. I looked down at myself, wiggled my arms and legs... useless. The fish were gone, presumably all in my stomach now. I stared down at myself, now a fat mound of immobilized otter. Seems the house had won...
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Anyone else think it's a coincidence that saute rhymes with all day?
