I am absolutely stuffed to the brim, my belly stretched so tight it feels like a drum, but I'm not done yet! I'm a greedy little piggy and I can't stop now, even if my stomach is pushing hard against my clothes. I'm craving more, desperate to see just how much further I can expand.

With a shaky hand, I'm tilting a bottle of diet coke back, forcing the sweet, fizzy liquid down my throat even though I'm already completely full. I love the feeling of the bubbles making my middle swell even more, pushing my belly out into a huge, heavy dome.

Every gulp is a struggle, but the thought of getting even bigger makes it all worth it. I can feel my skin stretching to the absolute limit, and I'm practically moaning with delight at how heavy and bloated I've become.

I don't care if I'm too full to move, as long as I can feel my stomach growing. I'm completely addicted to this feeling, and I'll keep forcing more and more down.