3000 Calorie Ice Cream Chug
𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

I always tell myself it's time to take it easy. Don't go overboard- don't get carried away. But then my feeder gives me that look. And the moment I see all of the sweets he gets me, any hope of self-control melts away. Tonight was no different. I wanted to prove I could hold back, but instead, I gave in completely. My feeder knows exactly how to push me past my limits- without even lifting a finger. But this time, he didn't even give me a chance to pace myself.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐬.

So, here I am... dipping donuts, cookies, even Cheetos into melted ice cream. I'm going to indulge until my belly is swollen, tight and heavy. But I know it won't be enough- for him- for you. I've got to take it further. And out comes the funnel. Just like that, he's pouring thousands of calories of rich, sweet, fatty ice cream down my throat. Every drop that I miss runs down my chin- pooling up in my cleavage before spilling down my belly in long, white steaks.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

The feeding and bloating doesn't stop until I'm completely stuffed- practically gagging, trying to hold it all down. My body shudders under the weight of my own greed. But still, my thoughts are of satisfying my feeder and impressing anyone else watching. I know you love seeing the mess I've become. I'm drenched in melted ice cream, breathless, my bloated body expanding with every greedy gulp. I can't help myself. I'm too far gone- caught in the endless cycle of submission and indulgence. And, deep down, I know I'll just keep doing it- just keep giving you what you want.