Imagine being the victim of a curse.
And not just any curse-- one where you can't stop eating.
Maybe it arrives in the way of a gift box of donuts, countless shapes, sizes, and fillings bound to tempt you into eating at least one. And once you eat one, you find that you need to eat another, and another, and another. You're aware that something's not right, but you can't stop, either. You gobble down the entire dozen before you realize that your tummy is bloated and straining against your shirt.
But you're still famished. So you go to the kitchen to find something else.
Before long, you're sitting in front of the remains of your refrigerator, containers and packaging littering the floor around you as you lick out the remains of a tub of icing. Your stomach is massive, an obscene globe hanging between your thighs as it groans in protest, but you're still hungry.
So hungry.
Maybe if you can just make it to the pantry, you can find something there to sate your ravenous appetite…