Right now, I need to be stuffed.
I need to gorge myself with everything in sight, insatiable, getting fuller and fuller by the minute. I need to feel myself filling up inside, feel the weight and pressure building inside my gut. I need that sensation of eating and eating and eating until I feel my belly bulging outwards. I need to cram delicious food in my face while my middle swells bigger and bigger, popping my buttons and filling my lap.
I need to be horribly overfed, sprawled out in my chair, my belly packed drum tight with everything I've forced into it. I need to be swollen and tight, and so unbelievably bloated that my poor stomach doesn't have a bit of give left. I need the pressure inside my stomach to be immense and heavy.
And then I need to be tempted by something irresistable. I need to be compelled to keep going. To keep glutting myself, despite feeling that I have no room left. I need the feeling of slowly shoving bite after bite into my overloaded gut, unable to do anything but groan, eat, and feel so, so full.
I need to indulge until I have no choice but to stop. I need to be pinned to my bed by my heavy stomach, unable to move under the weight of my gluttony. I need to be seconds away from bursting, having only stopped eating once my belly is threatening to pop like a balloon if I so much as take a deep breath, let alone another bite.
I need to lie back in bliss, packed solid and filled to the limit, rubbing my firm, tight belly, groaning from fullness, filled with excitement and pride with the immense meal I've had.