whats your favorite part of stuffing yourself?
this one required time to think about, but i think i have the answer:
it’s the feeling of fulfillment. this feeling of satisfaction at seeing a plate polished clean. the feeling of my taut, stuffed belly stretching against my shirt; it feels like a belly hug.
afterwards, when i rub my belly to soothe it or just because it’s there, this feeling of pureness washes across me: this is what we were meant to do; i have fulfilled my desires. afterwards, of course, the desire will return, but that’s later and this is now.












