Fuck I gotta say there’s nothing better than being near bursting, when your belly button becomes more shallow and you can feel the deep itch across your skin.
Crying and whimpering as your hand slowly pushes another crumb past your lips, curling in disgust from your lack of self control. Slowly, slowly, slowly chewing till it’s nothing but paste in your mouth and swallowing only to feel it back up near your throat. You’re just that full.
No choice but to keep it all down despite the possibility of bursting, though never actually hitting that limit. Only ever on the cusp of it before you’re out of food.
How long would it take before it’s a daily necessity to eat like that? Body feeling starved from anything less, crying out in rumbles begging to be split apart.
