The day began innocently enough but spiraled into an unending feast. Every bite, once a pleasure, now felt like adding another brick to the wall in my stomach. My belly, stretched and taut, protested with every swallow. Yet, a relentless compulsion pushed me onward, another meal beckoning, another wave of discomfort waiting to crest. Now, I'm here with an aching, bloated belly, struggling to finish off the last of my food before retiring to bed.
(ignore the coughing please, i was getting over being sick)