Morty leaned back on the park bench, his belly stretched and taut beneath his blue hoodie. Even though he was already stuffed, he couldn’t resist the blueberry muffins still waiting in the box beside him. With a happy wag of his tail, he grabbed another muffin in each hand, his organic paw squeezing the soft, warm treat while his mechanical left arm held the other with surprising gentleness.

He took a big bite, his cheeks puffed up, savoring the sweetness and the burst of blueberry flavor. His belly rumbled, full to the brim, but he just chuckled to himself, feeling a thrill of pleasure as he kept going. Every bite was like a reward, a little burst of joy that made him forget the strain of his stretched belly.

His tail thumped against the bench, a steady rhythm of contentment as he reached for another muffin. The afternoon sun cast a warm glow around him, and for Morty, there was no place he’d rather be than right here, surrounded by muffin crumbs, with the taste of blueberries filling his senses.