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 *POP!* The sound of a metallic button, flying across the room, echoes loudly in your ears. It bounces once, twice, three times, before falling off the table into a snug patch of carpet. The fly of your once-comfortable jeans now gloriously exposes a stretched pair of white panties. A three-liter bottle of Sprite rests haphazardly on the table, carelessly toppled over onto its side. The contents have been emptied into the vast expanse of your stomach, which audibly struggles to contain the carbonation. You shouldn't have done this so late. It was bad enough you had to work overtime, already taking several precious hours off of your nigh

Eleven-year-old Timmy looked left and right, quietly seeking to detect a glimpse of movement. As he adjusted his feet, he felt them sink deeper into the wet sand. The cool ocean water bubbled into white foam around his waist. He flinched as he felt something lightly brush past his left ankle. Figuring it must be a strand of seaweed, Timmy cupped a handful of the foamy water in his hands and splashed his face, letting it dribble down his wobbly chins. Suddenly, he felt a sharp grab at his same ankle. He tried to shake off whatever it was, but it held the grip of a vice. Starting to panic, Timmy violently tried to free his leg. He felt his ri

There was no secret between them that the two of them had put on some pounds recently. It was as clear as day to both of them. And everyone else for that matter too. Their parents, teachers, and doctors were all concerned at their increasing weights and expanding waistlines. Not that they cared about that. If they wanted to spend their allowance and savings on food and snacks, it was their choice. It was their money to spend as they choose to. Even if the consequences of such unhealthy diets hadn't escaped either of them. Just this morning, Hector had to squeeze himself into not only some really tight pants but a far too small shirt that