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thinking about leaving a buffet with my feeder after they’ve packed me completely full
my t-shirt has rolled up my wobbling, drooping lower belly, which sloshes forward as my feeder tries to help me to my feet, i rock slowly forward and the pressure pushes a humiliating, loud fart out of my rear as i struggle to my feet. my belly gurgles angrily and i suppress a belch as we start the slow waddle to the door.
my leggings don’t hide a thing, the slow, wobbling, cellulite-ridden flesh of my calves and thighs fully on display. my feeder pulled my shirt back down over my belly as i stood, but within three steps, it has bounced free again. the sweat is already stinging my forehead, and the effort to push my feet forward while my stomach is so immensely full feels like too much. a purr of flatulence rumbles on for a few seconds as my feeder takes my hand and helps me forward, body jiggling with each step.