Fred's been wolfing out

After climbing through the bathroom window with your bananas you hear groaning and howling.

"Fred?" you call, scampering downstairs on all fours. You find Fred in the kitchen, lying on his back. His belly is bloated and he is rubbing it with his paws. You doubt he is even able to move. "What happened to you?" you ask.

"I was so depressed at my transformation I went on a binge!" groans Fred "I've eaten most of the groceries I brought home. They wouldn't have lasted anyway."

"Well I might as well stay here and look after you" you say, gently patting his belly "We're both in the same fix anyway!"

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