As we left the house for our anniversary dinner, I couldn't ..
🕑 Added 2024-06-10 14:17:04 +0000 UTC
As we left the house for our anniversary dinner, I couldn't help but cringe at the sight of you barely contained in your dress clothes. Seriously, did you forget to check the size before putting them on? Your shirt looked like it was about to burst open any second, and those pants... well, let's just say they left very little to the imagination. Arriving at the restaurant, your discomfort was evident, but the moment the smell of food hit you, you turned into a ravenous animal. Couldn't even manage a civil conversation with the receptionist, leaving me to clean up your mess as usual. Seated at our table, I watched with a mixture of lust and disbelief as you practically salivated over the menu and proceeded to order enough food to feed a small village. It became crystal clear that after all our intense feeding sessions that you no longer had no concept of portion control or basic decency. By the time dessert rolled around, you were so bloated and slovenly that I could barely stand to look at you. Your shirt, now a canvas of food stains, stretched to its limits over your distended belly. As we stumbled home, your gluttony weighing heavily on my mind, it was clear that you no longer had the basic human decency required to be in public. I made it clear that your behavior wouldn't go unpunished. Oh no, you were going to pay dearly for your lack of self-control. 😈
