I lean back and let the weight claim me.
From my angle, my belly devours the view — swollen, tight, stretched with everything I forced into it. Dinner , Beer, Schnapps and 2 pieces of decadent cake and cookies and coffee and more Schnapps. It hangs heavy and undeniable, proof of deliberate excess.
And the after-feast glow isn’t just fantasy — it’s chemical.
- Stomach stretch receptors firing.
- Parasympathetic system sliding into “rest and digest.”
- Insulin high.
- Dopamine and opioids from sugar and fat flooding through me. Alcohol loosening the last restraints.
It feels grounding. Calming. Euphoric. The best feeling there is.
My body slowing. My mind softening.
Fullness turning into heat, into pressure, into surrender.
I overfed it on purpose.
Now I sit in the dark glow of it — heavy, owned by my own indulgence — feeling every signal my body sends back.
Knowing that I do it again... soon!
