The Morning After

Your body shifts beneath the covers as a brand new day calls you to consciousness. Eyes fluttering open, you stretch out your arms and arc your back just so. With slow and lethargic movements you inch closer to the edge of your bed until you finally roll off onto the soft carpet below.

You're almost content with simply lying on the floor for minutes on end. After all, you're not all that hungry. Usually, breakfast is all you can think about at this time of day, but you find yourself uncharacteristically devoid of your morning cravings. Something is very different today.

Curious, you stand up, coming face to face with the full-length mirror by the side of your bed. Immediately, the memories come flooding back. Of course, how could you have forgotten?

The figure in the mirror is you, only with recent additions received from the prey you'd devoured during the party from last night. Now fully digested, all that's left of them now is...fat.

It seems that overnight, your trim and athletic waist has been replaced by a massive doughy muffing top. No... it's more like a potbelly at this point. Your plump belly is smooth and soft to the touch. Even underneath a mountain of pudge, faint stomach gurgles can be heard as sloshy remnants of your meal sluice their way through your bowels.

Who did you eat?