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This craving hit me like a truck, dawg....

An entire Ghost House full of eager Boos cramming their King's mouth full of sweet and savory calorie bombs.. watching and listening to him bellow, bulge and swell wider and thicker in every direction.. too wobbly, sloshy and packed to even attempt to float again. Deep, muffled heaving and moaning echoes around. Drool pools around his overworked maw and trails from his slippery, eager tongue...


He ordered a feast and a feast he will get, however he might end up too big to ever order such a feast to stop!

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