I'm here, once again, to make a gluttonous spectacle of myself. No fork. No manners.** No restraint.** Just me, a while rotisserie chicken and a mountain of mac and cheese ready to disappear into my greedy belly. I'm not here to be neat and delicate. I want you to watch me give in.

Greasy hands.** Cheesy lips. **Gut on display.

I tear into the bird with my fingers and teeth, stuffing my cheeks and shoveling in creamy pasta between bites. I'm burping and rubbing my belly for relief. Licking my fingers clean and moaning over how messy and lazy I've let myself become.

I used to be tight and toned- even admired for my figure and my discipline. Now I'm plump. Flushed. Rounded. Blimping out on chicken and mac & cheese. All my sharpest features have softened and my good habits have melted into lust and hunger. I just can't help myself anymore.