zoologist might have been full and stuffed and satisfied after only one entire chest's worth of Well-Fed, Plenty Satisfied and Exquisitely Stuffed-granting food items, but w/ party girl around you know this party don't stop until zoologist is truly exquisitely s t u f f e d to the rafters
hours upon hours of the already-stuffed zoologist being subjected to party girl's depraved feeding whims, horfing down roast duck and slurping up whole apple pies and gulping down gallons of ice cream sundaes and milkshakes, more burgers and pizza and hotdogs and steak and ribs and nachos and bowls of noodles and whole seafood dinners than you could shake a stick at, zoologist can only bwwrrrphf exhaustedly into the valley between her immense breasts, mouth still bulging and full from her last mouthful as she arches her back with her hands planted firmly on the top back of her fat ass stretching out her trusty, dutiful jeans that stretch to contain her girth and hug every inch of her curves snugly (her green tank doing its best to do the same and contain her mammoth tits)
party girl perched on top of her b e l l y which, packed to an unbelievable scale, balloons, blimps out from her waist 6, 8, 10 feet, taut and bloated and s t u f f e d with the unconscionable amount of food she's packed into herself- it churns and groans like a fat, bloated pigron and she can feel the mountain packed into her boulder of a gut struggling to shift, her belly's packed so tight
finally a big bubble dislodges itself from the heap inside her, and she feels it race through the pile of food in her belly, taking the path of least resistance and hurtling up behind her massive breasts and up her throat...
it's a miracle the house was still standing after the belch that erupted out of her that night- no blood moon could hope to rattle the foundations as much as the aftershocks of this colossal binge
Also heres an alt. w/o the "S T U F F E D . . ." so u can truly appreciate her titanic gut >|>