Sarge rubbed his head. He wasn't certain if the headache he was feeling was from the "wrench" in his brain loosening itself or from the twenty pounds of food he had just shoveled down....

He felt the wrench unwind a bit. "Urgh... me... my..." It loosened itself more, allowing more thoughts to flood through his brain. "erm... I feels me erm..." Yet again, it loosened, this time allowing him to think of a cohesive sentence that wasn't fully riddled with grammatical errors... though his mouth didn't fully say what he was thinking. "I am gettings smart... getting smarter again."

Sarge rubbed his head one last time as he tried to stand up. To his surprise, he felt a heavy weight pulling him down. All he could see was the large mass of belly that seemed to be attached to him. He could feel the ground underneath, supporting up his mass of fat. "That's the last time I let-" He stopped, now realizing what had just happened.

"Well crap, that's no good." He tried to hoist up his belly, but it was too heavy for him to do so. He started to realize that the twenty pounds of food he shoveled down was days ago. He was starving... yet his belly was certainly... not shrinking. "I don't feel inflated. So, something tells me this is permanent."

Sarge sighed and started to play with the copious amounts of fat he had acquired. He seemed to enjoy it.


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Here's the bonus I promised a while ago! Enjoy!

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