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Peter woke up to the alarm clock.

He jolted upright and looked around.

There was no hammock, no Hayato.

Could everything that had happened yesterday have been a dream? He patted his belly. It was bloated, proof that there was a huge load waiting to be expelled. At least the several pounds of meat he had eaten yesterday hadn't been fake.

"Yo, Hayato. You're up early. Are you making breakfast? Didn't we have sandwiches?" Peter was still wearing pajamas.

"There was only one sandwich, wasn't there?"

"Heh, heh." Peter laughed awkwardly. "I can buy a hot dog on the way..." As he spoke, Peter's eyes suddenly widened, and his stomach began to rumble.

The next second, Peter clutched his stomach, ran while yanking down his pants, and only after he sat on the toilet and heard a series of thuds did he shoot out webbing and pull the door shut.

Peter suddenly remembered Hayato telling him to eat less, and the strange expression on Hayato's face when Peter had ignored him.

Feeling the silky relief in his ass, along with the burning pain mixed into that relief, Peter rested his chin on his hand and pondered life. His expression gradually turned miserable, as though he wanted to cry.

So embarrassing.

Half an hour later, Peter regained his freedom and broke free from the toilet's shackles.

He washed his hands, rubbed his face, and stepped out. Seeing Hayato's half-smiling expression, Peter retreated in defeat and returned to the bathroom to imprison himself once more.

"Can we not mention this again, and can you erase it from your memory? I'll owe you a favor. Deal?"

Peter's dejected voice drifted out from the