Round one went down way too easy... so I went back for round two 🍝🍝

Watching my belly swell from the first plate already had me breathless, but I couldn't stop there. Second plate. Same creamy sauce. Same heavy carbs piling on top of everything already sitting in my stretched, rounded stomach.

Each forkful after the first plate felt like a challenge — my belly firm, my breathing slower, that familiar heavy fullness turning into something almost overwhelming. But I kept going. Kept swallowing. Kept growing.

Now I'm sitting here bloated, stuffed to capacity, my belly pushed out and round as a drum from twice the pasta it was built for. Two stacks of empty plates. One very overfed feedee.

How many plates do you think I can work up to?