As he slept, fat head on chest, torso contained in the diners booth, his body seemed to contract, to subside.
The once bulbous, gluttonous, boil of a stomach had calmed, retracted, rested easy back to a cute marshmallow like cushion, free from the toxins thrown into it during the last 2 hours. His puffy, exhausted and inflated face followed the same, and calmed to a natural naked colour. Gentle lightening and softening of the blood red glowing extremities brought humanity back to his complexion. Angered stretched cheeks slowly paled and withdrew, retreating from suffocating his eyes like a deflating airbag on a steering wheel. The change was remarkable, super size to quaint in just a few minutes, his body now showing the slender man inside the once inflated sumo suit of his skin.
My eyes could not pass from it, could not turn to another thing. The sight, grotesquely captivating. Here, a morbidly obese man who I had seen throwing back all there was to eat at the buffet table, that had countless plates of food stacked high, and all devoured with such fluidity, a constant unstoppable waste churner in rhythmic perfection without once glancing up or pausing for thought, was now merely a man once more.
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