- no pressure to confine to any sort of social expectation where you need to restrict yourself. you are literally PAYING to eat as much as you want, just like everyone else. there is no need to hold back.
- the effort you have to put in to get yourself to that sweet spot of fullness. even when you cross that line of satisfied, and you can already feel the heft in your tummy, you know that you’re still not done yet. you’ve gotta stand and mosey around some more to find your next plate. you are constantly being reminded of how heavy you’ve made yourself. how stuffed and slow you feel. and doesn’t that feeling just make you want more?
- the FLAVORS. as a girlie that gets bored of the same taste pretty quickly, buffets are SO perfect, because you have 30 different options within thirty feet of the table. want something sweet? there’s a whole table of decadent deserts of many different tastes to try, most even have ice cream machines and chocolate fountains to mix with your other treats. want something fresh? there’s a never ending salad bar with your name on it with deep wells of the most flavor full dressings and topping, but you cannot forget the cheese and the crutons. and if you want something salty? literally walk in any direction, you can find a treat for any single one of your devices, all under the same roof. of course, the constant onslaught of different pallets makes it easier to keep grabbing different plates, so before you know it, you’ll be asking - how the hell did i eat that many plates? and why the fuck do i like it so much?
- the sigh of defeat? that’s how you know you got your moneys worth. when you push the plate away and wave a flag of surrender as you wipe your mouth. you’ve overdone it. and it feels incredible. bated breathes deepen, hazy smiles widen, stifling hiccups behind your hand as you attempt to finish your soda, not wanting to get up just yet so your feast has time to settle.
- the walk to the car - maybe you try to keep your composure, maybe you don’t ~ it doesn’t matter if you’ve made a glutton of yourself, that’s what this place was designed to do. no one’s judging, in fact, the wider your waddle out the door is, the better of a time you look like you’ve had. slow, heavy steps, one after the other as you feel your feast sitting heavy, comfortably, indulgently, in your bloated tummy as you make your way out.
- finally you’re home. my FAVORITE part. you slip off those tight pants that were digging into your poor overfed tummy, you slip off your shirt or your bra and you immediately crawl under the covers. maybe you put on a show, or play some soft calming music, and you just enjoy it.
——— enjoy the heft, enjoy the haze, enjoy the stretch, enjoy the weight, enjoy the sleepy feeling that takes over as your body does all the hard work, gently encouraging you to relax. you worked hard today, now it’s time to rest. and of course you dream of the overfeeding you’ll give yourself at the buffet that’s next on your list <3
