Getting so stuffed you can barely keep it all down. Afraid to speak because everything might come up, only separating your lips slightly to let out a small burp every few minutes or so. So full that anything larger than the smallest of breaths threatens to rupture your entire being. Unable to move due to the pain of your skin stretched so thinly over your swollen stomach. Your heart racing and your junk hotly pulsating from being simultaneously turned on and afraid for your wellbeing. Doing everything within your weakened state to force your body to keep it all in. Sweating... panting... immobile... And then your feeder comes up to you with the next meal. They lift the first bite to your lips and as much as your body is telling you you shouldn't, you shakily open your mouth to accept. You chew feebly, then swallow, feeling the food sliding down into your overly packed gut. You grimace in searing pain as your belly ever so slightly swells some more from the latest addition. This could be it, the final bit of gorging that does you in. But when your feeder offers you the next bite, you can't help but take that as well, and then the one after that, and then the next, stomach creaking as it continues to be pushed well past its limit. You don't know how much longer your body can keep it together, but you are going to savor the experience right down to the last crumb...