Greedy girl. Always hungry.

Everything is getting so expensive lately.. groceries, takeout, you name it. And yet, here I am stuffing myself silly with Chinese takeout. I can't help myself- feeding this belly is a full-time job . And being completely stuffed is when I'm most satisfied.

A belly that demands to be filled.

Portion sizes are shrinking. Prices are rising. But nothing is going to stop me from making sure I get enough to feel really topped off . I sip soda between bites, letting out cute little burps as I rub and comfort my stuffed, wobbling belly....

Greedy girl. Always hungry.

Everything is getting so expensive lately.. groceries, takeout, you name it. And yet, here I am stuffing myself silly with Chinese takeout. I can't help myself- feeding this belly is a full-time job . And being completely stuffed is when I'm most satisfied.

A belly that demands to be filled.

Portion sizes are shrinking. Prices are rising. But nothing is going to stop me from making sure I get enough to feel really topped off . I sip soda between bites, letting out cute little burps as I rub and comfort my stuffed, wobbling belly. It's so greedy and needy , isn't it?

Every bite makes me softer.

I know my feeder wants me the most when I've eaten so much I'm ready to burst- bloated, overfull, and stretched tight . And honestly? I love it too. Complaining about the soft of food feels a little silly when I could simply take it as incentive to moderate- to diet- to exert some personal and financial responsibility. But no. I need to be stuffed. I need to be spoiled and pampered. I'm addicted to it. My feeder loves it and encourages it. And I know that's what you guys want for me, too.

More food. More softness. More of me.