You love all the food, you don't choose its origin, with your belly swollen and lying in front of you on a warm and huge bed, with your skin touching the soft white blankets, moaning and sweating. You scream, not so loud, because you can barely breathe.

“Hey, I'm still too full! I...cc-I can't eat all of this!! Please!"

Your feeder, Jhon, pretends not to notice you. You just start eating and pray silently that your stomach doesn't burst, it hurts but you also feel really warm..