About one week after Anthony first stepped on the scale, he felt compelled to do the same again. He had just finished off that pack of cookies, but before brushing his teeth, decided to check his weight. The goat had changed a bit over the course of the week, his trim waistline having given way to a soft potbelly. The rest of his body was still somewhat lean, but that wouldn’t last for long.

He placed both of his hooves on the device and read his weight. His reading was made redundant as the same artificial voice said, “198 pounds.”

Anthony was somewhat surprised, but he knew he should feel a whole lot more than surprise. He should’ve felt flabbergasted, horrified, humiliated! But he didn’t. Again, he shivered as a shock went throughout his spine. But he didn’t care. He felt... good. He had really gained 55 pounds in a week. Scientifically, that should’ve been impossible. He looked down at his gut, not with disgust or hatred, but rather pride. *Why on Earth do I feel this way? What on Earth is wrong with me?*

That was when his prideful smirk soured slightly, being replaced with disappointment. But, this disappointment was not spawned from a place of logic. It was spawned from desire. He felt... small. He prodded his flabby potbelly, cursing the fact that he carried his weight so well. It really should look a little rounder, especially at this weight. HE should look a little rounder.

*What? No, that’s crazy. I’m just tired. This is probably all just some sort of nutty dream.* He got ready for bed and went to sleep as quickly as he could. His dreaming would not stop the snacks, however. If anything, it only made things worse.

*Ughhhhh... Urp...* The next morning, he woke up on the kitchen floor in a state of confusion. *What- Why are there three empty ice cream tubs next to me - Oh. Oh, no.* He jiggled his pleasantly plump stomach with one hand, a look of drowsy unease on his face. *This is wrong - I need help - I need, I need...*

*More...*

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