Growing bf 2.9.2024

Confession

I have a confession to make to you, dear reader. While on the cruise, I saw my boyfriend so seduced by food and being full to capacity that I decided to join him and match his eating pace. I started having small amounts of food whenever he ate, and I got extremely full. I mean, full until there was no space left in my belly. Just then I felt a rush come over me. I could feel my body vibrating in a weird but delightful way. Being so full had given me a high mixed with euphoria and sexual pleasure that I had never experienced in my life before. I was in heaven! And all this because of food!
The feeling of my clothes stretching, feeling like I was about  to burst, not fitting in my pants. It was a potent aphrodisiac. I can see why my boyfriend has become a slave to gluttony. It feels so good while you're full to experience your stretched, round belly. Makes me want to be fat and have a big gut to caress and stuff into tight outfits. I wonder how many shirt buttons I could pop?
Back to the beginning of this entry,  the confession is that I gained 11 pounds on the cruise. And I feel no regret for the weight  gain and the indulgence. My pants are definitely tight, but I feel hotter than ever with the extra weight.
I'm also eating a lot more during the day. I guess I got used to eating all those calories on the cruise that now I'm having a hard time eating less.
All I think about is food. I had a protein shake this morning trying to satisfy my hunger but it was not enough. I ended up having   half a bowl of Chipotle. Oh who am I kidding?! I had the whole bowl for breakfast. A while later, I had a Venti iced coffee with all the caramel syrup, I didn't hold back. I got an old fashioned donut because you can't have good coffee without a good donut, or so I told myself, excusing the extra calories. All the extra sugar and being so full sent me straight to the moon on a food high. I was so turned on that my panties got soaked just thinking about being fucked while at capacity.
I'd love to get tied up around my engorged belly.
But Alas, the food high doesn't last long and you feel like you need to eat again, just a bite or two to get the high again. But it's never 2 bites. It's usually a whole cherry pie, plus a quart of ice cream on top. It's a 4 to 6 cheeseburger binge plus the soda and the extra fries. It's a whole packet of crushed up oreos into a half gallon of milk with whipped cream on top.
Not putting anything in my mouth is making me feel insane.