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Oof! Not even halfway done with my food yet 😮‍💨

You’re being handfed, excessively. There’s no need to get out of bed. You’re being pumped full of delicious buttery pasta and strawberry éclairs bursting with cream. Food is being pushed into you at an alarming rate, but you’re feeling too cosseted and pampered to care, riding the bliss of gluttony and being doted on. You have not a single want in the world. You try to tug on some clothes, after spending far too long completely naked and filled up with nourishing food. Nothing fits, nothing has a chance of fitting. I guess you’ll just have to stay naked and cherished?

How about you’re so achingly full of food already, having overindulged yourself for an entire weekend. Going into work, still feeling so bloated, your stomach pressing way too tightly against your waistband. You’re offered more crumbly pastries, and you just don’t say no. You continue to eat past the point of fullness every day, keeping yourself uncomfortably distended but full of so much rich delicious food. Sometimes you overdo it, panting with pain, but after a nap, it’s all better again. You can feel how overstuffed you are with every step, and you try to ignore the tug of gravity, even though all you want to do is cradle your heavy stomach. That heavy full feeling is too pleasurable for you to stop and you don’t know how much is weight gained, or just bloat that will surely settle down if you lay off the pastries. Except you don’t think you will.