Another night stuffing my face. Only thing that would make this better is someone here. Someone to rub my stuffed gut.
When I want more, I’d wobble to the fridge. I’d love someone to stand behind me and see my swollen gut is too big that I can’t see my feet while I decide what more I want.
His hands around my belly, he’d feel how deep my rolls are and how big and heavy my lower gut has really gotten as I bend over to get my second tub of ice cream.
Bit after bite my belly expands and stretches. He would rub my belly as I finish the entire carton. He’d kiss my belly and tease me at how fat I’ve become and if I keep eating this way I’m only going to get bigger. I’d ask him if he would want me to lose weight as I realize what a pig I’ve become. He stops and walks off. Too stuffed to get up to follow, I wait groaning for eating to much. I hear his footsteps approach. He tells me to open my mouth as he shoves the little cakes he bought me. He tells me I’m big and fat, but he wants me to get so much bigger.
Yeah.... I want that lol.
