Today I sat at a booth in a restaurant and barely fit. Luckily the table was able to be pushed back. I thought about how thankful I was because I love booths. 

I proceeded to order 3 entrees. 

Afterwards, my belly was once again pressing into the table like when I sat down. The table didn’t move. The bench was attached to the wall. 

I left feeling a bit too full for walking, but I needed to run some errands. I see a milk tea place. I need a large, I’m thirsty. I suck it down before I make it to my first store. Inside is rough for me. I’m so thirsty. I’m panting. I’m so full walking is a chore. I’m sweating trying to carry this thing. 

My belly is weighing me down. It’s sticking out in front of me and my shirt is hanging off me. The aisles feel so tight. I’m reduced to a bit of a waddle as I carry my prize through the shops. 

I lug my packed gut to the final destination: a bakery. I fill up my basket with delicious treats. Rolls, cookies, cakes, buns. I had to resist getting one of everything. I already have the highest piled basket in the place, no need to make a fool of myself. I cannot wait to eat all of them later. 

I then notice they also sell sweet milk tea. Large please. 

Finally walking back to my car. I’m trying to sip my drink, but I’m having trouble swallowing more of anything. After a bit of rest and letting my belly sit in my lap, I can suck down my delicious, cool, creamy milk tea. It tastes so good. I don’t care if it’s hard to fit more inside my stomach. I think I’d like to drink gallons of this stuff. 

Still just not getting fatter enough.