You come home and I rush to greet you. I start asking for dinner, and you ask, “didn’t you eat already?” I say, “yes! Look at my belly it’s all big.” I pull it out and jiggle it for you. You reply, “I don’t know, it looks pretty soft to me.” I protest that it’s just because I’m getting fatter, so it’s harder to tell when I’m full. I eat half a can of whipped cream, which excites you and you tell me to pull my belly out and play with it. Then you tell me I can have your leftover Benihana. I eagerly eat it and then ask for a belly rub. Once on my bed, I start asking again for you to rub my be... Show more