I spent all day cramming junk into my mouth and it’s finally catching up with me. The pig I am getting overstuffed, overheated, and moaning helplessly, but I desperately need to finish that pizza. I can’t stop eating, but I’m so fucking full; If only If I had an extra pair of hands to push those last greasy slices past my voracious lips. Not to mention, someone to help massage all the places my chubby fingers can’t reach. Being stuffed brings me pure fulfillment/ecstasy so much that I had to lay in bed. Just laying there thinking about what my life’s become. Pure and utter gluttony, I am an indulgent princess.