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"Kodai," Goliath began, a vein throbbing in his forehead. "Where the hell did you get those donuts?"

"Oh, these?" Kodai responded with a donut in his mouth, which he promptly chewed and swallowed. "I just so happened to have found these by my door this morning. I figured they were complimentary breakfast donuts or something."

"Who leaves an entire box for one person?!" Goliath asked incredulously, his voice so high it could potentially wake the entire colony.

"Someone who knows my tastes," Kodai answered, chomping into a Boston Cremé with glee. "Mmmmm... Boston Cremés taste so good in the morning!" As Kodai licked the creme off his lips, Goliath's stomach churned as he took stock at his Extra Soft Soldier. His skin crawled at how his "son" playfully pressed his hand into his belly, silently admiring the soft fat that accumulated onto his middle. Goliath quickly turned away, returning to his morning report on his tablet.

'My God...' Golaith thought to himself. 'I swear, he's fatter than before we went on vacation! His shirts have bit the dust, but how has he not split his pants down the middle?!' As he continued to stew over his thoughts, he heard a loud belch from the kitchen followed by his son's classic "Bucho Mio", a sign that he was in full "pig out" mode. Goliath shuddered having to deal with this side of him.

"I swear, he's too much like his majesty..."

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"Kodai," Goliath began, a vein throbbing in his forehead. "Where the hell did you get those donuts?"

"Oh, these?" Kodai responded with a donut in his mouth, which he promptly chewed and swallowed. "I just so happened to have found these by my door this morning. I figured they were complimentary breakfast donuts or something."

"Who leaves an entire box for one person?!" Goliath asked incredulously, his voice so high it could potentially wake the entire colony.

"Someone who knows my tastes," Kodai answered, chomping into a Boston Cremé with glee. "Mmmmm... Boston Cremés taste so good in the morning!" As Kodai licked the creme off his lips, Goliath's stomach churned as he took stock at his Extra Soft Soldier. His skin crawled at how his "son" playfully pressed his hand into his belly, silently admiring the soft fat that accumulated onto his middle. Goliath quickly turned away, returning to his morning report on his tablet.

'My God...' Golaith thought to himself. 'I swear, he's fatter than before we went on vacation! His shirts have bit the dust, but how has he not split his pants down the middle?!' As he continued to stew over his thoughts, he heard a loud belch from the kitchen followed by his son's classic "Bucho Mio", a sign that he was in full "pig out" mode. Goliath shuddered having to deal with this side of him.

"I swear, he's too much like his majesty..."