GainersHogs

This kind of help after a big meal is exactly what I need

(please please please please)

20 fucking tacos 😵‍💫

Wtf am I doing to myself eating this many fucking tacos in one go in front of the whole restaurant. Like this is a stupid fucking amount and I’m gorging on all of them myself.

One of the managers reminded me it was taco Tuesday and I was like “oh yeah, I know” 😂

And then my waitress asked me if I wanted anything to go?? After 20 tacos?? Who asks if someone wants more food to bring home and stuff in their greedy fat face after seeing him binge on 4 plates of 5 tacos.

God my gut was fucking bulging out underneath the table by the end. I was breathing so fucking hard but managed to get them all down. And now I’m just a walking gut, cause holy shit my gut is a fucking sphere right now.

It’s so damn round and swollen, I look so silly it looks like I’m smuggling a giant ball under my shirt. It doesn’t look believable till I pull my shirt up and this gigantic distended gut swells out

I gotta stop pigging out to this extreme but I just can’t help myself sometimes 😮‍💨

Would you be okay if I came stumbling home after happy hour looking like this?

I told you it was just gonna be a couple of drinks and I’d come home for dinner, but then that led to more drinks, and some appetizers, and then I might as well get an entree or two as well. Also some more drinks and then just the apps that are left. Me being so buzzed may have also got me to have the uber driver stop at McDonalds too.

Ugh you’re not mad right? That I’m coming home shit faced with my gut so bloated I can’t even suck it in. Baby I just kept eating and drinking and eating until I just ate so much my big fat BELLY couldn’t fit in my shirt anymore. My shirt buttons can’t wrap around the girth of my engorged GUT and I ate so much my pants blew out. I just lost control.

I was just insatiable baby you understand right? I promise it won’t happen all the time, I can’t keep stumbling back through the door fatter each time or eventually I’m not gonna fit through the door.

Would you scold me for coming home from the bar looking like this? For leaving in such a well dressed and professional looking way only to come back looking like a gluttonous drunk mess of a fat guy with his belly so big it can’t even fit in his clothes anymore? To see how I tried to fool everyone by looking so well dressed when deep down I’m a gluttonous hog. A gluttonous hog that spent a ton of time eating when he’s supposed to be eating when he gets back home.

Or would you punish me by toppling me onto the couch and then MAKE me eat 3 plates of the delicious dinner you spent so much effort on. Feeling my overtaxed stuffed gut, knowing that I’m packed to the brim with food. But you’re determined to make me regret my binge. Making me say I’m sorry over and over to you as you stuff me fuller and make me drink more as I beg you that I’m too full to eat anything else, but you just ignore my pleas and keep stuffing it in.

You’re teaching me a lesson, so I don’t get to say when the food stops. Only you do 😩