Nothing quite beats that early morning feeling of getting woken up by the deafening grumbles of a partially empty stomach currently filling out the entire room and getting straight into the mindless routine. Yawning to myself whilst slowly maneuvering my ungodly sized gullet about and having every step of the process involve some gluttony related foolery…
Brushing my teeth as I simultaneously stuff down some entire stacks of toilet paper, lotions, towels, sanitizers, cleaners- and the toothbrush itself. Choosing some clothes? Well I already practically passed out with what I planned on wearing from my past binge but I’m already here soooo… there goes the entire closet contents as dresses and other such pretty attire is gathering up as a growing load inside of my stomach.
Shoving my gut through the doorframes, having it glut and groan before it suddenly slams forward on the other side and concusses the ground with a crater which I take no mind of beyond just the peckish feeling I still garner. Shifting to the kitchen… well, it already HAS been emptied prior so I’m gonna have to lug all of this pulverizing spectacle around in public and empty out some restaurant, hell maybe even neighbor’s place given the rising activity going on for my needy midriff.
