raiganheidt: “God,” Clarissa bemoaned, slouching in the sofa bed that fine, snowy Thursd
raiganheidt: “God,” Clarissa bemoaned, slouching in the sofa bed that fine, snowy Thursday night; horror movies and midnight snacks were pushing their nerves– as well as their bellies– to the absolute limit. Clarissa lifts her shirt and rubs at her stuffed belly, which sat prominently in her lap, orbing slightly as a food baby, “Glad I wore my eating pants, I feel like I’m gonna bust! No more shit for the rest of the night for me, it’s fucking hard to breath right now.” Keep reading -- source link