There's that damn feeling again. This time, all it took was my boss looking down at my exposed lower belly when I raised my arms to grab a policy book on top of my shelf. As soon as he left, I noticed how my belly was touching my desk and still a bit bloated from chugging pints of ice cream a couple of days prior. It felt so good to fill in the gaps as I sat in the bathtub smoking weed and watching feederism content.
When I finally shook myself out of the daydream, I was absent-mindedly rubbing my belly. I lifted up my shirt and just rubbed and admired all of the hard work I've been putting in, and that's when the logic working brain turned into pure horny brain.......again ๐
I'll do my best to fight it. But I'll create little checkpoints for the rest of the day. Finish this data set, and you can eat a bag of this. Respond to 10 emails, and you can chug that. And it'll eventually grow into setting a final task for the day, leave early, gorge on 1.5k-2k calories on the way home, check emails and calls one more time, then FINALLY, let's get comically baked, chug some ice cream, and play with ourself until the pleasure can't be contained anymore.
Then, I'll pass out, all cummed over, until I wake up in a haze and immediately check what I'm doordashing since I get paid later on. And with horny brain, I'll order enough for 2-3 people and eat it all within an hour. $60-$70 worth of food for just one fat ass who has no self control ๐คฆ๐พโโ๏ธ๐คท๐พ
Imagine having a little enabler at home ๐ฅด I'd be 400 pounds by Christmas ๐
