In a world transformed by the Roly-Poly Virus, everyone’s appetite had spiraled out of control. Oliver was the perfect example of this new reality; his once-slender frame was now a massive, soft sphere, a direct result of his absolute obsession with chocolate. For Oliver, every day was a hunt for the next cocoa fix to satisfy his endless hunger.
[/center]He sat on the kitchen floor, his large belly resting comfortably against his paws as he happily unwrapped what he thought was a prize. His eyes sparkled with joy as he took a huge, confident bite of the dark bar.[/center]
But as he began to savor it, his joyful expression instantly froze. The familiar, creamy sweetness he craved was nowhere to be found. Instead, an intense, dry bitterness coated his tongue. It wasn't milk chocolate—it was 90% dark cocoa.
Oliver:(Gagging slightly, eyes wide in shock) Mmph?! B-bitter... why is it so bitter?!
He looked at the wrapper in betrayal. In his rush to feed his hunger, he hadn't checked the label. Even with his increased appetite, the sharp, earthy bitterness of the dark chocolate was a cruel surprise for someone who had built his entire "new look" on sugar and cream. He sighed, his stomach rumbling for something sweet to wash away the taste, realizing that in this world, even a chocolate lover has to be careful.
