⣿⡟⢸⣿⣿⣿⣄⠹⣷⠰⣤⣌⡙⢿⠏⣠⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣸
⣿⡇⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⡧⠈⣀⣹⣿⣿⣦⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿
⣿⡇⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣿
⣿⣇⢸⣿⡿⠿⠿⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠟⠛⠛⢻⣿⣿⢁⣿
⡿⠿⠄⠻⡖⢰⡆⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⢸⡆⢹⠋⠁⠚⣿
⣷⡀⠲⣶⡇⢺⣷⡀⢀⡾⠿⣿⣷⣀⣀⣾⠇⣸⡿⠋⣰⣿
⣿⣿⢁⣦⣀⣡⣿⣿⡿⠿⠛⠻⠟⢻⣿⣥⣀⣽⣷⡌⢻⣿
⣿⣿⣬⣭⣌⡙⠛⠿⣷⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⠛⢛⣀⣬⣥⣤⣼⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⠒⢶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⡈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠐⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿

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+rep Part 2: I thought blocking him ended it. Wrong. I wake up and I’m under him. Not metaphorically. Physically. His massive belly has achieved orbit and I’m trapped beneath it like a lost hiker under a warm, breathing hill. There’s so many feathers. It’s everywhere, matted with grease and destiny. The air is humid. It smells like McDonald’s at 3am and poor life choices. Every breath he takes shifts reality. I try to crawl out but the belly rolls, sealing me back in. Discord notification sounds echo from inside him. He mutters about “efficiency” in his sleep. I can feel the rumble of digestion like distant thunder. I’m not sure how long I’ve been here. Time has no meaning under the belly. I think I hear beeping again. The structure must be maintained.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣤⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣤⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣠⣴⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣮⣵⣄⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢾⣻⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⡀⠀
⠀⠸⣽⣻⠃⣿⡿⠋⣉⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⡟⠉⡉⢻⣿⡌⣿⣳⡥⠀
⠀⢜⣳⡟⢸⣿⣷⣄⣠⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣤⣠⣼⣿⣇⢸⢧⢣⠀
⠀⠨⢳⠇⣸⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠿⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⡟⢆⠀
⠀⠀⠈⠀⣾⣿⣿⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⣿⠐⠈⠀⠀
⠀⢀⣀⣼⣷⣭⣛⣯⡝⠿⢿⣛⣋⣤⣤⣀⣉⣛⣻⡿⢟⣵⣟⣯⣶⣿⣄⡀⠀
⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣶⣾⣶⣶⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣧
⣿⣿⣿⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⣿⡿

-rep Met this guy on Discord. Voice sounds like he’s always chewing. We joke for months. Then one day he says “let’s meet” and somehow the location is a McDonald’s. Red flag but I go anyway. Worst decision of my life. He shows up already sweating, eyes locked on the menu like it owes him money. I offer to buy food as a joke. He doesn’t laugh. He orders with the confidence of a man who has never known restraint. Bags pile up. Wrappers everywhere. He starts eating so fast it’s like he’s afraid the building might escape. Fries disappear. Burgers vanish. He asks if I can “hand them faster.” At some point it feels like I’m not feeding a person but maintaining a structure. Like if I stop, he’ll start consuming the furniture. I swear he gnaws on the table. I’m serving nuggets like bricks to keep the place standing. This man did not want food. He wanted throughput. I left covered in grease, spiritually empty, blocked him on Discord. Still hear the beeping sometimes.

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