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Dinner is served, under the warm candlelight. And I’m starving; I’ve been waiting for hours for you to fill up my plate, because tonight, I’m feeling extra greedy. I’m feeling hedonistic, I’m feeling desperate and horny, craving the tightness and the tension of an overfilled gut. This pasta is so good and I can’t help myself, I start shoveling it; faster and faster, more and more. Feeling my chubby belly begin to swell, pushing against the buttons of my overstretched shorts. I gotta make some room. I’m still hungry. I unbutton my bottoms and continue shoveling it in, gasping and moaning a little. I get off on the pain, I get off on the struggle. It’s so obvious how badly I need it. Come watch? Oink.