BellyPLUS

All that food we cooked for the party that none of the guests could make it to. It was going to be a feast, and it still was. I ate as much as I could and then you fed me the rest

Forkful after forkful. Plate afrer plate. It all ended up in my belly. I said that I couldn't eat anymore, but you massaged all the burps out of my belly. There, now there's more room, you said as you shoved more into my mouth

You watched as my cheeks bulged, struggling to contain all the food that you crammed in my mouth and covered in grease and sauce

I swallowed and you saw it travel down my throat and settle in my huge belly. It gurgled and swelled even more

Yeah...

That feeling when you try to close them and they don't close, so you have to suck in to barely get them done..

Getting an extra meal free - ✅

Eating the first meal to satisfy - ✅

Eating the second for taste - ✅

Remembering the the batch of cookies leftover from Christmas and eating the whole thing for....... gluttony~~~

I come home and start snacking right away, munching away while I tie up the loose ends of the day.

Of course, then it's dinner time. It's bulking season so why not stock up on extra steak and rice this week.

Then I just continue snacking because I'm gaming with friends... and by the time I'm done I'm breathing heavily and and stifling burps.

When I enter, though I don't have any intention of stuffing myself like a pig. I just need a meal. But of course, I have to get my money's worth at this buffet. So I go for a second helping. A gorgeous waitress comes over to the table as askes if I'd like some beer. They have a special new brew that they are offering at half price that I can't pass up. She notices that I'm almost done with my second helping and offers to get me a third. I hesitate for a moment, but the voice in the back of my head can't ignore this request coming from her. It rings over and over in my head as I nod and say "Yes! That would be great!" almost uncontrollably.

Today my friends and I were celebrating online,so I decided to celebrate by smoking with them. The more I smoked the more I snacked. I couldn't stop myself between rounds of video games, shoveling food into my face. By the time I logged off, I was so bloated and big that if felt like a bowling ball was hanging off of me.

With the munchies you're never satisfied. Always wanting more as you sink down into the hazy abyss. Especially if you love the feeling of being squerical beyond what you ever thought possible. It makes it so easy to just munch and munch away at chips or suck down soda like a hummer guzzels gas.

There's nothing more satisfying than filling your belly all day. Wearing tight clothes to a party so that you look like a bloated pig, stretching them out. All the while you try to not let anyone notice how stuffed you're becoming, but still not able to resist the temptation of cramming more down your gullet. The trainride home jostles your gurgling belly as you down beer on the way home. Even though your belly feels like a bloated beach ball as you exit the train, you can't help but see if there's any spots open to grab a second dinner before you finally get home. The feeling of tearing your clothes off and finally letting everything free is so liberating. So much room that you didn't know you had. You spend all night eating and drinking like the succulent sow you are, only to pass out surrounded by empty beer cans and take out containers.