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The sheer amount of fast food in bags I'm carrying through the door makes your heart skip.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't sure which one you wanted. It's not all for you or course, that's insane. I got dinner for me too"

There's got to be an entire menu there you think. Chips... Some covered in cheese and gravy, others just salted. 6 kinds of drink 4 soda flavours and two thick shakes. Chocolate and strawberry! Your favourite ones.

Then you see me pull out there burgers. There's standard cheeseburger..... 4 of them.

Chicken specials, spicy and garlic aioli flavour with sauce basically dripping off them making the cardboard soaked (sounds familiar)

And then the beef. Oh the beef. Wagyu cut patties. Regular hamburger patties. Fried onions on top, chilli sauce. Bbq. Tomato... There must be at least 8 kinds.

How does he think we can eat all this? That's insane? He knows you don't like reheated burgers. Why would he gets this much?

You struggle to sit up, pausing your tv as the amount of food overflows the table. But god... Oh god it smells so good. The heady aroma of grease... Sweet soda... Thick heavy creamy shakes. And the amount of fat dripping off makes your heart... Quite literally... Skip a beat.

"well! Let's dig in, I'm starving!" Flicking the tv on to our comfort show.

I watch as you pickup a drink... Almost tenderly. I can tell you're moving slower lately. For some reason there's an excess of food around, and you hate waste. But then you grab a chicken burger... And I see it disappears in almost 4 bites.... Fries dipped in gravy. Disappearing down your throat. Watching it move as it slowly goes down into your expanding gut is divine.

I see you destroy 3 burgers and 2 drinks, along with a family pack of gravy fries. Watch you burp and lean back. I myself are halfway through a single cheeseburger. I watch you panting. Grease on your chin, salt on your tits that are barely covered by an ever thinning tank top.

"you've only eaten half a single burger?" I hear you say. " I've eaten enough for a family already! How is that possible!?"

I just grin into my drink. Putting down my half eaten burger and drink.

Leaning back I stretch and say "ugh, I thought I was incredibly hungry, but that's hit the spot, I'm *stuffed*"

Your eyes boggle. There's enough food on the table for a week still left! Why would he gets so much!

"I know you've eaten plenty babe, but you don't look full, or sound it either" you're literally panting, but you know this is nowhere near what you've had lately. You can't seem to ever get full these days... I wonder why that is?

"C'mon babe, just have another burger... See how you feel" as I lift it to your lips.

Encouragement barely needed as you take 3 big bites... And your shorts start to strain. As I lift another Wagyu burger that soaking in grease to your lips I pop your short buttons... Unleashing your already fed gut.

"you can't waste this babe! I got it for us, you'll eat it all... If you love me, you deserve it"

You're shocked... But there's something incredibly tantalising about this kind of gluttony. With your shorts undone... There's suddenly room

2 shakes gone, they're your favourite, 4 more packets of chips... And another 8 burgers, the last 3 you had to be hand fed. Your pants are basically underwear stretched tight, they won't last another week. Your top see through, soaked in grease, triple chin with sauce and cheese on it. Lip smacking undeniably as you suck down the final extra large soda.

You lay back. Finally full. Sort of.