I order some pizza just for me, pair it with ice-cold soda, and devour every cheesy slice while my soft belly pushes out bigger and rounder with each bite. By the time the box is empty, I’m so full and bloated, gurgles bubbling inside. I waddle to the couch, sprawl out alone, and finally let everything loose, deep, throaty burps rolling out one after another, followed by long, warm farts that ripple through my thick ass into the cushions. No one around means zero shame, just me being my greedy, gassy self, rubbing my stuffed tummy while the burps and farts keep coming in pure lazy bliss.
