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The first is the sternocleidomastoid muscle, or the SCM muscle.

This big red section is responsible for pain around the eye, cheekbone, and jaw, as well as some temple pain. Literally all you have to do is angle your head down a little, angle it away from the side that hurts, and then you can gently pinch and rub that muscle. I find it best to start at the bottom and travel upwards. The relief is so immediate! You can increase pressure as you feel comfortable doing so.

Here is a short and easy video showing this in action

The second is a fast and easy stretch that soothes your vagus nerve, which is the nerve responsible for calming you down. The vagus nerve, for those unfamiliar, is stimulated by deep breathing such as yawning, sighing, singing, or taking a deep breath to calm your anger in a tense situation.

You can stretch this out by sitting up as straight as possible (this does not have to be perfect to work) and interlacing your fingers. Put your hands on the back of your head with your thumbs going down the sides of your neck and, while keeping your face forward, look all the way to one side with just your eyes. Hold that until you feel the urge to breathe deeply or yawn, or until you can tell there’s a change. Then do the same thing on the other side. When you put your arms down, you should clearly be able to turn your head farther in both directions. If the first session doesn’t get rid of your migraine, rest and repeat as many times as necessary. I even get a little fancy with it and roll my eyes up and down along the outer edge sometimes to stretch as much as I can.

If you need a visual here’s a good video on it. I know some of the language they use seems questionable but this is real and simple science and should not be discarded because it’s been adopted by the trendy wellness crowd!

I seriously cannot believe I didn’t hear a word of this from any doctor in my life. Additionally, if you get frequent recurring migraines, you may want to see a dietician. Migraines can be caused by foods containing histamines, lectin, etc. and can also be caused by high blood pressure in specific situations such as exercise, stress, and even sex.

And then it led to the first 10lbs gained. No big deal, it looked good.

One thing led to another and now you’re a boost drinking, heavy cream addicted, bloated pig. You let yourself go completely. But now you want to be SO much bigger. Your secret fetish had now consumed your life… and you love it.

You rub your growing belly as you chug back your high calorie drink, and contemplate what you’ll stuff your fat face with today. Give your belly a jiggle and squeeze, feeling wet as the liquid bloats your already round belly.

You’re a big girl now… but you want to be so much bigger. You want to be encouraged, told your a good girl for getting fatter. Doted on, cooked for, brought takeout. You’re greedy for so much more than food.

You daydream of having your pussy eaten out while you stuff your face, your belly resting on top of your lover’s forehead, as they eat you while you eat.

You eat while using a vibrator because it just feels so good, eventually training yourself to associate being full and the taste of certain food with sexual pleasure.

It all just feels so good. You look at your reflection, and see the fat piggy in the mirror. How did you get so… big… so soft and plump. So obese. You know the answer… it all started with one extra bite… and now you’re a big girl… but you know deep down… you want to get even bigger.

It’s time for your next meal anyways, isn’t it fatty?

Better get that growing gut nice and full, right? 🐷

“I got a little hungry….”

You try to stifle a burp but it just makes your bloated fat tummy jolt and jiggle. You let out a little wimper of pain; you’re helplessly stuffed. Let’s get that belly of yours taken care of. I help you up and you’re swaying slightly from the immense amount of food you’ve packed in. You cradle your heavy belly in one hand.

“Ooof, it huuuurts. I shouldn’t have eaten so much but it was all so good I couldn’t help myself. I think I really overdid it. I just kept eating and eating until it was all gone. And now my tummy is so big and achy and tight.”

I press up behind you and put my hands on the sides of your belly. You let out a soft little moan. You feel rock hard under the thick layer of pudge you’ve put on recently. You’re full to the brim. You’ve been overeating more and more frequently, requiring my help soothing your poor stuffed tummy and getting chubbier meal by meal. I jiggle the pudge beneath my hands and you gasp at the sensation of your whole body moving with your heavy gut.

I help you lay down, propping you up with pillows so you’re comfortable and you can see the plump roundness of your full belly mounded out in front of you, your love handles spilling to the side, your squashy thighs widening out on the bed, your soft flabby chest spilling gracefully to either side of your belly. You’re a sight to behold, stuffed and round like this. Youre making the soft little noises of discomfort and arousal that drive me almost as crazy as the feel of your plushness beneath my hands.

“You’re getting so fat, sweetheart, eating like this. Look at you. So soft and jiggly. You’re packed tight as a drum from all that takeout, aren’t you? Aww poor baby, I’m gonna take care of you, don’t worry.”

Instead, I'll stop and refill your plate for you. Then do it all over again.

It may seem mean, but I'm training you. Helping you eat more than you ever thought you could. Training you to be a bottomless little piggy.

Not only that, I'm training you for when your no longer able to reach down there. If we do this often enough the act of greedily stuffing your face will turn you on enough to bring you close to the point of cumming.

To grow fat. To crave more.

Now everyday you're growing. You can't help it. You can't turn it off. You can eat so much now you don't realize with every bite past your lips that you're only making room for more, increasing your capacity for gluttony.

You only notice when you're outgrowing something—your clothes, furniture, a space you used to fit in comfortably—to an embarrassing degree. Or you sit back stuffed after a meal and see the mountain of empty containers, the stacks of plates and bowls ...

Suddenly, you become aware how heavy you feel, how you couldn't stop, how your stomach pushes out more than you last remember, maybe you've spiraled more than you think, you have been accidentally stuffing yourself multiples times a week lately because you need to be full these days to be satisfied and normal meals don't cut it anymore, but who cares because eating just feels so good, and are those new stretchmarks?

You're aching and tender and sensitive, exploring and touching your body to these thoughts. You don't even know when you started doing that, it's so automatic at this point. Squeezing, hefting, gasping, belching, whimpering, moaning.

You're definitely bigger, softer. There's more to heft and grab—it's so addictive, the sensation rubbing and playing with your belly, of jiggling with every move. The way it's all your fault. There's no one to blame but you, your appetite, and your desire that's gotten you here.

... and it only makes you wetter for dessert.

You thought greed could never control you. That it couldn't trap you in a cycle that you were so sure you could leave whenever you were done, once you thought you had your fun with your feedist tendencies and be ready to leave them behind.

Look at you now, huh, fatty?

I literally can’t get enough of this clip 🥵

Is this what gluttony is?

This is towards the end of my latest video.

Full slob on display.

He sat me down and told me he'll buy me a meal from every one of those restaurants. 3 meals plus dessert couldn't be that hard, right?

First, he ordered a pizza. As we were waiting for it he got me 2 burgers, chicken nuggets and large fries. I was hungry, so it disappeared in no time. I washed it down with some coke, still smiling and chatting with my boyfriend. My belly was just starting to get visible, since without stuffing I'm fairly slim.

Then, the pizza came in. It was bigger than I expected (it covered half of the table!), with lots of toppings and an amazing, gold crust. He took a slice and so did I. But as he finished his, I was reaching out for my third. Well, out of 8 slices, I ended up eating 5.

Needless to say I started to feel my belly under my dress. It was supposed to be stretchy so it was stretched out on the round, full curve of my stomach. I leaned back and rubbed it in hope to make room for what my boyfriend was carrying to our table.

He went over to the Asian restaurant and got me a piramide of dumplings, sushi, spring rolls, shrimp and chicken. Everything deep fried. I couldn't help myself and started eating. With each bite I started to feel more stuffed. Halfway through, I was packed full. I leaned back into the restaurant booth, but he wasn't done. He switched seats and now was sitting next to me instead of across the table. Bite after bite, he fed me 20 sushi pieces while patting and rubbing my tummy with his warm hand. Everyone was side-eyeing us, I felt so embarrassed with that bloated, achy tummy in front of me. But at the same time so turned on from his touch and encouraging words. You did so good for me baby. I'm so proud of my little, full princess.

It hurt so good. It all lasted a while, probably over two hours. We ended up sitting there some more and chatting, while his hand was still on my belly. Laughing and even deep breathes caused discomfort though. When he suggested dessert I couldn't help but wonder if I won't pop. He had to help me get up, with one hand on my back. When I was finally standing I felt everything shift in my stomach. We walked slowly to the café where he got me chocolate cake, my favourite. He spoon-fed it to me since I didn't believe it'd fit in my tummy and wouldn't want to find out. But he wanted to.

Looking into your eyes as I push hard to force inside your pussy, once he head pops in and your head rolls back, you feel my cock driving all the way inside you. Stretching your tight hole around my cock raw.

You gripping the sheets tightly, taking it like a good girl, while I watch your tits bounce with the force of my cock thrusting so deep in your velvet smooth pussy.

Wrapping my ringed hand around your throat, choking you, making your cunt squeeze even more on my cock that is like a blur pounding in and out of you.

Squeezing and slapping your tits with my free hand, making you whimper and moan, until I feel I'm just about to cum. I grab your shoulders and roughly slam you down on my cock, buried to the hilt.