my belly is huge, round, and taut, stretched tight over the sheer weight of my own greed. every wobble, every jiggle sends waves of pleasure through me, my gut so packed that it presses down, pinning me in place. it’s so swollen, so heavy, so unbearably full that even the slightest movement makes me whimper—overfed, overstuffed, and desperate for more; like a good greedy, bloated pig