Before you head off to work, you change into a pair of blue sweatpants. While you can make your clothes grow, you don' t have time to sew the button back onto your jeans, and you'd rather not walk around the shop with unbuttoned pants. It would be bad for business.
Unless people thought the food was so good, you couldn't stop eating it, you muse to yourself. You open shop, get behind the counter, enlarge your shirt up a size, and increase your hunger.
You nearly double over in pain when the hunger sets in. You crave, no, want, no, need food, and you need it now. Before you dig in, though, you decide to have a little fun. You drop your weight down to 110 pounds, tightening your sweatpants around your much smaller waist with an easily undone slip knot.
Every piece of food I eat brings my weight up by a pound, you command your power before devouring a cupcake.
At 115 pounds, you begin to feel your increased mass. At 120, your display is noticeably smaller. At 135, you decide it would be best to move your feast in the back room, where the supply is held. That's when you really dig in. Plopping yourself down in front of a container of brownies, you begin to inhale the chocolate delights, fat bulging out from your body. You reach 187 again in no time. An amusing thought enters your mind, and you pull out your smart phone. Carefully, you position it so that it can capture a picture of your entire body. Activating a 10-second timer, you lie down in position.
All of my weight gain to my belly, you command. You place both hands on your already sizable belly. It feels like an expanding balloon as it bulges out from your body, the rest of your body shrinking with its growth. With one second to spare, you put on your best "look-at-how-big-it-is" smile, pointing to your massive midriff. The camera clicks, indicating that it has taken a picture of the largest food baby in human history. You command your body to return to the normal version of its 187-pound form before you set the camera up for another picture. You strike your best "look-how-fat-I've-gotten" pose before the camera takes the picture. When you're finished, you stitch the two images into a "before-and-after" photo and post it to Instagram. Then, you continue your feasting.
You neglected to restore the "1 food=1 pound" rule, but you don't really need it at this point, since you've begun attacking the cakes. While 10 full-size wedding cakes would have been more than enough to satiate a hundred people, you still have room for another six.
After another 10 minutes, your feast is interrupted by a ringing. Standing up, you brush yourself off, deactivating your bottomless appetite. You expand your clothes to fit your 210-pound frame, redistribute your mass from your food baby to the rest of your body, and head out.
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