If you think I'm bursting out of this harness in these pics, just wait until you see after I eat a large pizza, a pound of wings, and 2L of soda. I'm surprised I didn't snap the straps 馃サ馃挦
Nothing like a nice fast food meal to make a piggy's belly really pop - along with some buttons, evidently. Two cheese burgers, cheese fries, a grilled cheese, and soda sure plumped me up, and I still had a milkshake to finish. 馃惙
in the mood to get stuffed to the gills, to feel my stomach packed to bursting. to force myself to waddle to my bed, rubbing my churning gut in an attempt to make room. for more.
i want to be able to feel free space being made in my bloated belly while i drift in and out of a food coma, begging you to bring me a shake, some heavy cream, god *anything* liquid and stacked with thousands of calories. filling the space inbetween digesting solids with yet *more* calories.
more... always more.
i want this to become routine, for me to get to the point where i can't feel my distended gut beneath inches upon inches of soft, malleable fat. feeling the limits that seemed insurmountable a short time ago becoming baseline, then a fraction thereof. to become practically suffocated in the soft, blubbery, malleable body that i've always dreamed of.
Suckling down bavarian cream like a greedy piglet ~ an entire pound of it piped into my belly in the span of a minute. It felt so good, all that thick sugary cream sitting heavy in my gut as I shuffled to bed. I wish I could do this every night. 馃惤