The next morning, after his legendary food binge, Ed stirs awake with a loud groan. He stretches his arms and sits up, but something feels… off. His belly still bulges out like a giant balloon, wobbling as he moves. He blinks, rubs his eyes, and pats his stomach.

"Whoa, belly still here," he mutters, poking it like it's some strange new discovery.

He gives it a few pats, watching it jiggle. A goofy grin spreads across his face. "Hehe, bouncy!" He stands up, feeling the extra weight shift with him. Walking feels different—squishier, heavier—but not bad.

Curious, he flops back onto his bed, landing with a soft plop. His belly wobbles before settling. "Built-in pillow… comfy!" He snuggles into himself, hugging his gut like a giant stuffed animal.

After a moment, he nods in approval. "Big belly… good belly." With that, he drifts back to sleep, happily embracing his newfound softness.