One meal. 2,000+ calories.

Two whole roasted birds- juicy, crispy-skinned and completely helpless against my insatiable hunger. Watch me devour them bite by greedy bite. 1,100 calories of juicy, buttery Cornish game hen disappearing into my swelling, overflowing gut. Paired with a thick, creamy slice of New York-style cheesecake (400 cal.), a heaping cup of mayo-loaded potato salad (330 cal.) and a tall glass of milk (180 cal.)- this is a whole day's calories in one meal. All destined straight for my soft, heavy curves.

Watch my already massive belly swell against the edges of my lacy outfit as I stuff myself silly. Forkful after forkful, moaning with gluttonous pleasure. The contrast is deliciously cruel: Petite little hens versus this enormous, jiggling BBW tummy. They didn't stand a chance.

2026 was supposed to be my year to get a handle on my weight. And I know I've tried... but I just can't resist the pull. I can't beat my cravings. I can't help but grow heavier, fuller and sexier right before your eyes.

And the slosh... Oh God. By the end of the video, you can hear it. Hear the contents of my poor, swollen belly gushing around inside me. It's not dainty. It's not ladylike, but it's definitely real.