Finally getting back home, John carried his youngest bandmate to the bathroom. "You have any idea what happened last night? We thought someone snatched you!"

"Huh?. I thought I was still sound asleep, then before you know it, I woke up outside and with my pyjamas in tatters. If someone did break in I'm sure I would have heard it, I'm not as heavy a sleeper as you three."

Getting out of his now ruined night clothes, John noticed some odd stains all over George. "Looks like dried ketchup and cake crumbs.. Hopefully whatever attacked last night wasn't trying to fatten you up for its next meal."

"I don't know how I gained all this weight if I was out of it all night.. Well, hopefully I can walk this off after our interview."

Looking down, the youngest Beatle poked his soft belly. "I feel like a big marshmallow now.. What's for breakfast? I'm starving now!"

Chuckling, John lead him over to the breakfast table he set up. "We got fried eggs, roasted potatoes, beans on toast, smoothies, yogurt with granola and chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream on top. All made by yours truly."

Licking his lips, George piled his plate with as much food as he could carry to his section of the room. "I feel like I haven't eaten for hours.. I guess it's just because John's cooking is so good."

As he gorged, his belly bulged out some more, until it put strain on his shirt buttons. "Uh.. This is odd."

"What? You lost your appetite?" Paul joked.

"More like lost my fast metabolism.. This is so weird, just yesterday I plowed through a giant mousse cake and was still as thin as a wire. I only had a couple eggs and now my gut surged outward like it was pumped up with a bike pump."

"Well I can assure you I don't season my cooking with helium." John chuckled, patting his belly. "Well I'm sure the fans won't notice you're little plumpening."

It was then time for the Beatles to go on the air, George was hoping there wouldn't be any questions about his recent weight gain. "I know I said I wanted to bulk up, but this wasn't what I had in mind.. Why is this happening to me anyways?" He thought as he sat down, he had some trouble getting comfy due to his bum now being too large to properly fit on the tight seats given to them.

"Now I'm sure you four all know about what happened last night." The host exclaimed. "Just out of nowhere we had this obese monster eating anything in sight. You think this might be a cause for alarm?"

"How do we know? We're no police, for all we know it's probably just a wolf or bear looking for some grub." Paul answered.

"That's not what the onlookers told us, it looked human, but had a tail and a mouth where its navel should be. We even got some sketches of what it looked like right here."

"Well we'll let you know if it ever comes around to our place. Of course, it would have to get through me first! Or George if it was after his food." John joked. "But you didn't call us in just to talk about that thing did ya?"

"Right, time for questions about your album."

It was all the usual questions the Beatles were used to, so unless you wanted to be as bored as they were I won't list everything they were asked.

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"Ha! I got just one card left!" John grinned. After the interview, the Beatles decided to just lay around their room. Just in case the monster decided to strike earlier than before. George was feeling off all that time, he was eating less and measuring his waistline after every meal.

His bandmates tried to convince him that it was all in his head and that nothing was off, but he still wasn't sure. "Then how come I see five cards stuffed up your sleeve?" Ringo chuckled, showing them off.

"Aw come on, I have to keep up my Crazy Eights winning streak somehow." John jokingly pouted.

"It's getting late.. Shouldn't we hit the sack now?" George mumbled, not really focusing on the game. Looking outside, he shivered as the moon started to rise.

"It's only ten thirty, and we're all still wide awake and-"

But before Paul could finish his sentence, George began to moan in pain, clutching at his protruding belly. "Georgie? You alright little guy?"