Monica collapsed on the couch, panting slightly for breath. Next to her was a box of a dozen donuts; she popped open the top, grabbed one, and took a huge bite from the sugary treat. Her stomach was jiggling a bit, rising slightly, and the beginnings of a double chin were forming. The first donut was finished, so she picked up the second and started on it, turning on the television with her other hand. Rachel walked in, tired from a long day at work; she saw her housemate sitting on the couch gorging away, and shook her head in disbelief.
“Christ, Mon, all you've done for the last month is sit around eating.”
“Taste testing,” she said, through a mouth of donut.
“Whatever. You must have gained another fifteen pounds. None of your clothes fit.”
She finished the second donut, and started on the third, licking her lips to wipe off the sugar.
“I'll buy some new ones. Want a donut?”
“No, thanks.”
Monica shrugged her shoulders, and started her fourth, watching her annoyed friend walk into her room and slam the door behind her. After the fourth donut, she fancied a change, so she grabbed a bag of potato chips out of her pocket and started to wolf them down, four at a time, finally tipping the back into her mouth. Then she reached back for another donut, one hand patting her belly.
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