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About This File
Don't you love my new lingerie? I think it squeezes my soft, squishy fat in the loveliest way. So much so that I decided to stuff myself in it. I ate a triple bacon cheeseburger, large fries, a 32oz coke, and 20oz of thick, syrupy juice on top of it. I was full enough at the end of the bacon cheeseburger, whining and prodding my overfull gut, but like a good little pig I poke the top of my tummy, looking for jiggles. I know that if my flabby belly jiggles at all when I poke it, I still have more room. So I mechanically inhaled french fries, sucked down the rest of my coke, made myself uncomfortably full... and then realized, I still had room. I rub out my burps quickly and patiently, moaning with relief with each one, and then decide to continue to gorge my gut and chugged juice on top of everything else I had devoured. I drank, and drank, like a good girl, until I physically couldn't fit another drop.
I stuffed myself to the absolute brim, and made my gut so heavy that I got stuck in my chair and literally pulled a muscle in my back trying to get up. I felt like a beached whale. At the end of this video, after I've been whining and crying and forcing the food down into my expanding gut, you get to see me struggling to breathe, panting like a dog, and squirming around while stuck on me back under the weight of all of the food in my stomach. All while that tiny little strappy lingerie set grows tighter, and tighter....
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