#bellyaz

I want to see her slowly lose inhibitions as the drugs take over her brain and she becomes too horny to care that I’m there.

I want to see her go from eating one bite at a time to shoving food down her face and moaning while she does it.

I want to see her sneak and play with her gut while she thinks I’m not looking.

I want her to burp and laugh it off like each one doesn’t make both of us wetter.

I want her to pull her shirt over her gut every 5 minutes.

I want her to raid the fridge after her huge meal… and snack… and a sweet treat… and a little bit of my food.

I want her to ask me if we should order some more food, knowing she really shouldn’t.

I want to playfully tease her about how much she ate already and I want it to embarrass her. And I want that embarrassment to fuel her hunger and arousal.

I want her to order more anyway, knowing she’s gonna feel like shit for letting her body get to the point of not even being full after filling her gut with pounds of food.

I want to tell her to order me something too so she won’t feel as bad, knowing I won’t be eating it. Why would I want to ruin my body by eating two meals when she’ll end up eating it anyway?

I want her to go to the bathroom while she waits to admire her new growth and masturbate.

I want to interrupt her right before she’s done so she can get the food. She won’t like the interruption but at least she can stuff her fucking face, so that’ll shut her up.

I want her to look at the massive amount of food in the bags and get horny.

I want her to keep eating even when she’s full. She knows it’s too much but… she’s soaking. And she has me for an audience, so obviously she has to finish.

I want her pussy to pulse every time she chews.

I want her to pull her shirt up, just a little bit. Again, thinking I didn’t notice.

I want her to go back to the bathroom when she’s done and finish off what she started.

You have to feel at least a little guilty…

There’s no way you can look and eat the way you do and not be.

If not in the moments after you carry out the most sinful acts of gluttony, or even after you finish cumming yourself senseless because of how tight and sore your gut is, you have to feel guilty the morning after when you wake up and still have that feeling of slight fullness mixed with nausea… You know? Right before you gorge yourself again, cause you’ve convinced yourself that when you’re not filled to the brim and gasping for air, you’re not full.

When you’re in front of your family and they make little remarks out of love and concern, telling you how they go on walks, or how they’re trying this new diet they think you’d “like.” Isn’t it embarrassing?

The looks you get from them at holiday dinners don’t make your heart sink? That one distance relative who gets drunk and tells you how big you’ve gotten since the last time they saw you, but they’re joking of course. And your aunt bragging about how your cousin lost so much weight since they’ve started going to the gym.

When your smaller friends continuously bitch about how fat they are, and you realize you’re double almost triple their size. When they say it, the others instantly reassure them. But when you say it, they all kind of go silent or coo and tell you you’re still beautiful.

Aren’t you ashamed when you run out of breath laboring your weight back to your bed with bags of food to pack your gut? I mean, you get winded from eating.

When you hear your jeans creaking while you sit. When you keep tugging the bottom of your shirt in public, trying to keep it down. When you avoid the gaze of strangers, cause there’s something inside of yourself letting you know they’re staring and judging. When you rip and pop buttons on clothes that fit less than a year ago.

And the amount of money you spend on food is disgraceful. You could’ve used that money on so many things… bills, nutritious groceries, a vacation, a gym membership. Hell, by now you could’ve built a home gym with how much you’ve spend on your gut.

Any normal person would be disgusted with themselves. But you’ve cummed yourself into submission to your mound, right? And I can bet you’re eating or touching yourself right now.