i want to see how much you can eat, glut yourself, having so much you can barely move
so much that you surprise yourself
i want you insatiable, gorging and mindless, feeling how heavy you're becoming with every bite and swallow you cram in
the way your belly curves and bends, the way your pudge gives beneath your chubby fingers. don't stop eating while you do this, keep stuffing yourself as you explore your body and what you're doing to it, to yourself, squeeze where you've grown, where you want to grow more
it's intoxicating, letting go, isn't it?
no longer holding yourself back from desire and pleasure, embracing softness and wobbling fat, edging and expanding your concept of fullness until it takes so much to satisfy you
making all those noises. can you hear yourself? the moaning, the panting, the pleased sighs, the grunting, the burps and the overfull groaning. greedy, needy sounds. all coming out shamelessly as you put more and more in
until fullness and pleasure, just the thought of food, makes you wet and wanting and desperate
until you're spilling out of all your clothes. until they're ill-fitting, your navel indent obvious and deep. until pulling and tugging and readjusting is futile. your body barely contained by straining fabric and struggling buttons, your gaining undeniable with every riiiip and pop
i want to see the aftermath of your hedonism
you struggling to sit up. short breaths and satisfied exhales as you rub your overtaxed tummy. the only evidence of your gargantuan meal being empty containers and cleared plates. you, shocked at your uncontrollable appetite, that you ate all of this by yourself, that you're clearly so submissive to being filled and only slipping deeper into gluttony
barely able to process how turned on you are, pinned back in your seat, slapping and jiggling your fat as you get off to how tender and sensitive and fucking heavy you are
i want you to ask for dessert
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