After making a complete pig of myself at the ice cream parlor, my face and top are smeared with chocolate, but a quick cleanup and a spare top from my backpack fix that. Soon, we’re pulling into the drive-through, and the mouthwatering smell of burgers hits me, making my panties damp with anticipation. The first bite of the burger sends a moan of ecstasy through me; food and sex are so intertwined in my mind that every bite feels like an intimate act. My hips buck instinctively against the seam of my overly tight jeans, my giant gut crammed into them like sausage casing ready to burst. When...

After making a complete pig of myself at the ice cream parlor, my face and top are smeared with chocolate, but a quick cleanup and a spare top from my backpack fix that. Soon, we’re pulling into the drive-through, and the mouthwatering smell of burgers hits me, making my panties damp with anticipation. The first bite of the burger sends a moan of ecstasy through me; food and sex are so intertwined in my mind that every bite feels like an intimate act. My hips buck instinctively against the seam of my overly tight jeans, my giant gut crammed into them like sausage casing ready to burst. When I finally peel them off, my fat surges forward like a dam breaking, freeing me to stuff even more calorie-laden food into my greedy maw.