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Ok, I know I shouldn't, but I just have to. My belly is taut, so overstuffed, and starting to make breathing a struggle.
I just had my final plate... and now just a bit more soda to truly top off my poor belly.
It's making me whimper. My stomach groans in protest to the continued onslaut. I feel like I'm going to pop. But a good piggy doesn't stop at full...