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Days, weeks, months—how long had she been lying in bed? Bonnie seemed to lose track of time, as she spent most of it wolfing down food to add more weight to her voluptuous figure. Brownies, hamburgers, Italian sausages—it was all the same to Bonnie. Regardless of what she ate, she knew that every little morsel she gulped down would be heading to that flaccid, soft paunch of hers. And so every little bite counted, as each mouthful would be contributing to her growing shape; the mere thought encouraged Bonnie to eat even more. Bonnie was brazen to admit that she was becoming a glutton. With her growing appetite (seeming to be growing