After a night of drinking in Amsterdam, Damon woke up hungover. This wasn't new or a surprise, what was different was his stomach. Damon was bloated. His abs were no longer flat. He could feel a little jiggle when he touched his belly. Damon's gut was slightly jutting out from the top of his black boxer shorts. He ran to the bathroom in the hotel suite to look in the mirror. It was definitely the start of a beer belly, but in his case a bourbon belly.

The image in the mirror did not ease his tensions. He turned to see his side view, sucked in his stomach and still was horrified with what he saw. Damon's immortality helped him keep is beautifully sculpted body. This shouldn't be happening. How could he keep being an eternal stud without a flawless body? As he studied his shirtless torso, Damon began to swear, curse and damn this situation.

He then called out for Bonnie. "Are you up little witch? Magical emergency here."

She didn't immediately come to his call, so his cries grew louder. "Bonnie, a little help here."

Bonnie emerged from her room in the suite. She yawned as she groggily shuffled into the bathroom. "What's wrong? I was trying to sleep in."

"Look at my body. I've been cursed. Use your magical juju to fix me." Damon replied in frustration.

"Cursed with good looks?" Bonnie asked, seeing that nothing was wrong. "I might be able to do something with that brain of yours."

"Look at my stomach, it's not perfectly flat." Damon complained.

"And they say girls are vain. It looks okay Damon, it isn't noticeable to me." Bonnie said, "you're still male model material. Even after the amount of beer and bourbon you consumed in the last week."

"I wake up every morning for 170 years with a flawless bod and this is the first day that something is out of place." He lamented. "It is a major problem."

"You wake me up out of a deep sleep, because you want me to perform magical tummy tuck for you?" Bonnie asked a bit sarcastically.

"Yes!" The vampire replied defiantly. "When I went to bed, I was a perfect male specimen. Now I'm not."

"Don't be such a drama queen, get over yourself." Bonnie walked out of the bathroom and sat on the couch.

Damon followed after her. "Will you help me if it gets worse?"

Bonnie giggled. "Sure, I'll help you go on a diet to lose these two rogue pounds."

This comment worried the vampire. "You really think that it's two pounds?"

"Seriously Damon, there is nothing to worry about." Bonnie said reassuringly.

Just then Alaric walked in with coffee and oliebollen for everyone. "I got breakfast. It's like the Dutch version of coffee and donuts."

Damon looked up at his best friend. "Do you know the calorie count?"

"The translation is, 'oil balls,' so I suspect they are full of fat." Ric laughed. "Seriously, Damon since when are you a weight watcher?"

"Ever since I woke up as a fat man." Damon replied with snark.

Ric looked at him skeptically and threw the bag of donuts at Damon. "Ha ha, very funny."

"He's serious." Bonnie smiled holding back a laugh.

"Maybe your hedonistic lifestyle is catching up with you." Ric said in jest. "Buddy, you're going to be fine. I don't see you looking any different. "

"But I feel different. " Damon said with sincerity and then switched back to being over dramatic. "I don't want Elena to wake up in 70 years, betrothed to my Jabba the Hut ass."

Alaric and Bonnie gave each other a knowing look. Damon is insufferable.