messy ice cream stuffing (Patreon)

Oh god, I can't stop. I should, but it's too good! My belly’s already bursting, bloated and groaning under the weight of all this ice cream—but I just keep shoveling it in, spoon trembling in my chubby grip. It’s not enough.

So, I ditch the spoon entirely. This ice cream is so good, I can't think straight. Whole carton to my lips, melting cream dripping down my chin as I gulp desperately. I'm a slobbering, greedy mess, a fat little piggy begging for more and more and more of the cold cream and sugar filling me up... My gut is straining, protesting with painful, swollen gurgles as it struggles to accommodate the flood of food I'm stuffing into it… and I don't care.

My gut lurches and groans, stretching tighter than ever under the sugary flood… but who cares? The ache is delicious, the messier the better. Look at me—whimpering like a greedy little hog with every bite… and loving every second. I don't care! My belly's a balloon, heavy and tight and aching as it struggles to stretch to its limits... I need this. I need so much more.