"I slowly blink myself back awake. Did I dream last night? Did I really drink all of that shake after stuffing myself with greasy junk food? One glance at the table with the empty pitcher confirms that I did. I blush deeply and sit up to examine the damage. I’m surprisingly hungry, maybe because I slept longer this time. It’s 10 in the morning of my last full day alone. I look down at my fat body, feeling my double chin become more pronounced as I do. That alone makes me hot. I squish the sides of my belly together, it’s decidedly not stuffed now and easy to manipulate. I knead and jiggle it, pressing both hands in to give it big wobbling shakes. I can’t even guess how many calories I’ve consumed the last two days, but I imagine more than enough to have put on a couple pounds. That thought is enough to motivate me to get up and get ready for breakfast."
Told from the first person, our protagonist finds herself with the apartment to herself for a long weekend. She decides to take advantage of the privacy to indulge her feedee fantasies and spends three days stuffing herself silly with the must indulgent food she can think of.
This story is over 8000 words of gorging, stuffing, lazing, belly rubbing, napping, pigging out in private, and pigging out in public. How many pounds can one piggy pack on over a holiday weekend?
Told from the first person, our protagonist finds herself with the apartment to herself for a long weekend. She decides to take advantage of the privacy to indulge her feedee fantasies and spends three days stuffing herself silly with the must indulgent food she can think of.
This story is over 8000 words of gorging, stuffing, lazing, belly rubbing, napping, pigging out in private, and pigging out in public. How many pounds can one piggy pack on over a holiday weekend?
