I’ve finally made it to my bed. After an evening of pizza (a..
🕑 Added 2020-08-06 04:23:43 +0000 UTC
I’ve finally made it to my bed. After an evening of pizza (and almost an entire litre of pop), spring rolls, cake (with a giant glass of milk) and then an entire bag of chips, I’ve finally heaved myself off of my couch, waddled down my stairs and made my way to my bed. After falling into it and (I swear) feeling springs in my mattress give away, I’ve managed to find a comfortable position whilst laying on my back. My belly aches. I have pushed a little too far tonight, I think...the pressure from the fullness of my belly has me feeling as though I’ll burst at any moment. I let out a long, heavy, deep sigh and as I do I can feel my entire body strain from my indulgence. I’ve reached the point where I can no longer move, and any moment now I will succumb to the tempting pull of a slumber that only the most stuffed, full, gluttonous girls know. As I sleep, my body will turn all of this evening’s greed into the most delicious, gorgeous, soft fat all over my curvy body...
