She dropped the bucket of wings and unscrewed the lid from one of the two-litre bottles of Coke. Gulping down a few mouthfulls, she felt the sugary liquid slosh down her throat and into her swelling stomach, before she put that aside too and grabbed a Twinkie, stuffing it into her mouth. She swallowed, then rubbed her aching belly through her coat; although she was a big eater, she'd never tried to consume this much in one go before and her body was complaining. She took another Twinkie and ate it as quickly as she coquld, then another, then a fourth. Of she ate fast enough, she didn't feel the pain so much. After forcing down the final Twinkie she took another long drink from the bottle of Coke, half-emptying it before putting the lid back on and dropping it to the carpet where it joined the discarded bucket of bones and several Twinkie wrappers.
With a long, agonised groan, she lay back on her bed, trying to ignore the feeling that someone had just jammed an entire watermelon down her throat and into her gut. With clumsy fingers, she unzipped her coat and jumper, then pulled up her shirt so she could massage herpoor tortured belly with both hands. It was swollen and distended, straining the button on her jeans. She undid it, sighing as some if the pressure was eased. Still, she couldn't bring herself to eat any more right now; she thought she might be sick if she tried. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
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