Test Log 2173

I can feel the AC blowing along my sensitive stomach. Bloated doesn’t seem to be an apt descriptor for this sensation. My stomach is firm, the roundness of my middle is solid. At this point, I’m not surprised by my ability to consume this much. I’ve been running these tests for a while now. It is vital to take as many samples as possible before drawing a conclusion. After all this eating, I do find it hard to find pleasure.

My appetite pales in comparison to most of my friends. Whenever I go out for a meal with Hund, I can only really eat one or two plates. Meanwhile, that canine goliath manages to devour every entrée and side available at whatever eatery we are at. Hund constantly threatens the waiter over the bill, so that helps keep costs low. I do leave a generous tip, though, to try to balance out the scales of social karma. It’s a small price to pay seeing Hund’s bulky adipose-covered muscles lift his plump, overly stuffed belly after every meal. When that brown belly button of his is on full display, that’s when I really begin to lose all focus. It’s almost liked a bullseye to my affection; the distortion of its contours provides a preview for the internal pressures I cannot feel for myself.

Sorry, I lost track of my focus… I am satisfied with how this newest batch came out. The buttery sweet flavors of the blondie bar complement the rich darkness of the chocolate I drizzled across the top. Perhaps with a bit of caramel for a salty-sweet profile, my recipe will be complete. As a bit of a gag for myself, I shaped these treats into a bone shape. Even though Hund seems so stoic, he does appreciate foods that look like him. Rocky road ice cream, toasted marshmallows, unevenly toasted bread, just to name a few. I think, given his affinity for sweets, Hund may be especially appreciative of this newest one. In honor of him, I shall name them….Hundies. (Like a blondie for Hund, I know such a great name!). I am supposed to meet with the big guy for lunch in half an hour. I doubt I’ll be able to add much in there. How does Hund eat so much? Perhaps it’s a gym thing. That would be quite the experiment. Blowing up that white fuzzy stomach more and more until….

God, I am so happy these are private. I must keep some level of decency. Otherwise, I don’t know how much longer I will stay on Hund’s good side. Hopefully, these bad boys will keep me in his favor. I’ll finish boxing the Hundies after getting cleaned up. I was in the middle of a morning run when the idea of creating a treat to sate that beast struck me. I hope it has the effect I want so I can finally get a touch of that jiggly wiggly dome.

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This is a different style of story writing than my usual fare. Since Pan is more private and meticulous with his baking he usually keeps records of all these test recipes. Let me know if you dig it. (Or not. Be nice though.). Also, thanks again to  V1sage for this piece!