#beyond stuffed

Bloated, drunk & stuffed to the brim

We go on a day where It’s one price the whole day. Arrive at like noon and don’t leave until 9pm ish. The waitstaff keeps giving us looks and whispering as we order only waters. At first I go up with you to get food. Filling my plate with so many tasty things. You get a reasonable amount for yourself. I fill up and finish four plates before I start to feel full. You smile and go get me three more plates of heavy food.

“I can’t” I whimper my belly already distended, brushing the table connected to the booth

“You have to baby. I only brought enough money to pay for the food. Not the uneaten food fee.”

Working together you help me finish the three more plates before smiling deviously and disappearing. I’m gasping for breath, desperately rubbing my belly and trying to hide my burps in my napkin. I feel so tight

You reappear with a dinner plate with a scoop of every ice cream flavor they have.

I whine in protest but you know I can fit it. I open wide and let you spoon the ice cream in. Waiting for it to melt and glide down my throat.

Finally, the meal is complete. You go up to pay while I slowly make my way out of the booth. I look enormous. 7 months pregnant. I cradle my belly with one hand adjusting to the new weight, moaning quietly as I waddle over to you and we exit the restaurant.

I-I'm gonna fugging pOP-- "@////////////////@)

Day after Christmas aftermath

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Being that round was AMAZING 😍

The next morning I could swear I was softer. Been enjoying that softness every day since 🥰

(sorry for the poor picture quality and dirty mirror, I'm moving atm. Next one will be better!)

In my form of degeneracy, we have ourselves this super respectable, very stoic Prench mercenary mare who would wring your throat like a cheese grater, but uh... oh my. To tell you bluntly, Partisan Remore had one hell of a meal. Instead of the standard bland rations like Hardtack, stale oats, and the occasional preserved salt pork Yes, I will defy dietary logic for cartoon reasoning, she got something the noble class tends to dine on. Freshly made breads so soft it could be used as pillows, sizzled freshest fishes caught from the most exquisitely maintained ponds, exotic cheeses plucked from the finest of farms, desserts drizzled by the world class pâtissiers without even a single dollop of mistakes, and the richest taste of the premium wines straight out of the priciest casks to ever exist. Suffice to say, she was living the high life!

Unfortunately, Partisan Remore isn't exactly the type with proper mannerisms in this high life. To say she was regretting her decision is putting it lightly. So overstuffed and beyond full, she is likely going to struggle even breathing correctly for a good while. A food coma is gonna set in within that food baby of hers, that's for sure. Bloated beyond belief within that petite athletic frame of hers!

"Gllourgllr... blruourrglbrnnlll... GroouuUUAAaahhh... ChrruouUuurGlrrbblllLll..."