

Last night was the most full I’ve ever been. No exaggeration. I had been eating all day, but I truly could not stop. I finished my last full meal and I was totally incapacitated. A little while later I got the desire to keep eating, even though I was completely stuffed. I pushed past any full feeling to scarf down even more. Afterwards I could barely get up to take a post stuffing video. I was physically out of breath, moaning, it was insanely hot. I would’ve tried to get off, but at that point it took too much effort to move. I woke up this morning still full but dreaming about donuts. Ready to keep being a pig today.