*SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFFFF* "*SIGH* Don't torture me with the waiting, Annette!" "Quiet, Cath. We're gonna eat. It's a big part of the holiday, after all. In THIS house, especially." "Exactly! And it's the BEST part of the holiday... in this house, especially." Annette picked up the last remaining pot roast with her oven-mitted hands and carried it to the dinner table, which was threatening to collapse under the weight of a myriad menagerie of nourishing banquet items, most quite fitting for the Thanksgiving holiday. This included - but was certainly not limited to - pumpkin pies, mashed potatoes with different gravys, 4 kinds of stuffing, candied yams, green bean casserole, and not one, but TWO whole 24-pound roasted turkeys. Annette and Erika had been slaving away in the kitchen since 9 that morning to prepare the bountiful feast, and considering how much food they currently had, they would have put the swiftest cooks to shame in regards to the amount of time it took to fix it
Bursting Her Buttons: A Female WG Story - Pt. 1 by PffedUp, literature
Literature
Bursting Her Buttons: A Female WG Story - Pt. 1
Bhhuu-OOUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRP! After a thunderous belch to make space, a gluttonous woman devours the remains of her fourth burger, patting her taut gut lazily. The greasy meal slitheres down her throat before joining the mountain of calories resting in her inflated midsection, adding even more girth to her bulging figure. Her jeans creak and groan, complaining about the glut of food being forced into it, but the woman pays no attention. Instead, she whisks her ponytail out of the way, parts her sauce covered lips and begins to gorge on two more, one in each hand, trading bites between the two. Across from her sits another woman. She watches the shameless display of greed with a prideful smile. The woman's jiggling bust quivers with each voracious chomp. Her ass shifts in her tiny chair, hips splayed open, thighs warm and inviting. Her gut expands, blowing up like a balloon. Fifteen more burgers await. This gluttonous woman is only getting started. — — — — — Abigail dropped
“Ooh! This is an original Hipp N. Nite, yes? From his Blob period! Isn’t it fascinating how he used soft edges and warm colours to represent society’s acceptance of unrestrained growth?”
Ebony looked at the painting and shrugged. “Just looks like a really fat woman to me.”
“Claudia, stop harassing the art people. You’re the one who dragged me out here.”
Ebony was not uncultured, nor crass, but the only person who felt she belonged in an art gallery was her friend Tsukiko. Not that she’d complain about getting a job, it was just that the interview was terribly rushed. Perhaps that
*HUUUURRRRRRRRP* "Ngh..."
Emma sighed in momentary relief as the monstrous belch escaped her lips, savoring the fleeting moment of calm right before the pain of her bellyache returned in full force. Whatever joy the seemingly uneventful holiday had previously promised, had almost certainly been washed out and replaced by nausea and agony.
"I'm gonna -" *HURP* "- throw up," she moaned quietly, clapping a pale, clammy hand over her cherry lips in a feeble attempt to imprison the sickness of overeating from finding its way out of her body. In response, her aching stomach shuddered and groaned like a hungry dog - except she and it both knew