Browniestuff
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I swear that what I am going to write is 100% true and that it is happening as I type.
I am sitting in front of my lap top on December 29, 2005. I am home from college over Christmas break and my parents are out for the day and am preparing to gorge. Let me tell you what I have done in preparation. Around me on the desk are two boxes of Kudos candy bars, chocolate chip and M&M. I have several bags of candy from the holidays, a bag of Hershey's Cookies and Mint Nuggets and a bag of Giardelli Milk Chocolate Squares. Also I have ordered 2 large pizzas and have two cartons of ice cream in the mini fridge's freezer, which is right beside me. I am going to start when the pizzas arrive, that way I can eat them first and get them out of the way in case my parents come home. If they do come back then I will go out to continue my gorge.
*Ding dong* goes the doorbell.
I have brought back the pizzas and placed them on a table beside me. They are meat lovers with an extra side of garlic dipping sauce. As I open box number one the smell makes my tummy growl. As I lift piece number one to my mouth, after covering the pizza with the garlic sauce, and bite into it. I'm not even chewing, just biting and swallowing. Soon the piece is gone and my hand automatically goes back for another. I can't even feel the pieces disappearing into my belly, it's like I haven't eaten anything at all. Back and forth my hand goes from my mouth to the pizza box, lifting a fattening slice to my lips. I'm halfway through he first pizza now and I have started feeling it. The pressure on the inside of my belly pushing against the waist band of my pants. I'm going to ignore it. The pants were fairly tight to begin with so it means nothing. Next piece. It's as if I haven't eaten all day. If someone saw me now they would ask if I was a magician I'm making the pieces disappear so quickly. I can feel the seams and threads in my pants straining as I push the seventh of ten pieces of the first pizza in my mouth. Each piece is being eaten in less that 6 bites. I savor the taste on my tongue on long enough to chew it slightly, then I swallow and take another bite. By this point the garlic sauce has soaked into the pieces completely, making the pieces absolutely divine. Oops, looks like I've been messier than I thought. I'm looking down at my belly and there is sauce and toppings on my chin and a little on the top of my belly. I scrape it off and stuff it in my mouth. As I do this I hear a slight tearing sound, it seems that the seams are about finished. Looking in the pizza box I can see that there are only two pieces left of the first pizza. I lunge forward towards the first one and shove into my face, getting more all over me. My hand automatically returns to the box for the final piece even before I have swallowed the previous one. The last piece suffers a very similar fate. Hmmm, no more tearing? I reach down and gather up the last of the toppings on my belly and put them in my belly. Riiiiiiiiip! Ahhhh, that's better, now I have room for the second pizza!
Should I continue?
I swear that what I am going to write is 100% true and that it is happening as I type.
I am sitting in front of my lap top on December 29, 2005. I am home from college over Christmas break and my parents are out for the day and am preparing to gorge. Let me tell you what I have done in preparation. Around me on the desk are two boxes of Kudos candy bars, chocolate chip and M&M. I have several bags of candy from the holidays, a bag of Hershey's Cookies and Mint Nuggets and a bag of Giardelli Milk Chocolate Squares. Also I have ordered 2 large pizzas and have two cartons of ice cream in the mini fridge's freezer, which is right beside me. I am going to start when the pizzas arrive, that way I can eat them first and get them out of the way in case my parents come home. If they do come back then I will go out to continue my gorge.
*Ding dong* goes the doorbell.
I have brought back the pizzas and placed them on a table beside me. They are meat lovers with an extra side of garlic dipping sauce. As I open box number one the smell makes my tummy growl. As I lift piece number one to my mouth, after covering the pizza with the garlic sauce, and bite into it. I'm not even chewing, just biting and swallowing. Soon the piece is gone and my hand automatically goes back for another. I can't even feel the pieces disappearing into my belly, it's like I haven't eaten anything at all. Back and forth my hand goes from my mouth to the pizza box, lifting a fattening slice to my lips. I'm halfway through he first pizza now and I have started feeling it. The pressure on the inside of my belly pushing against the waist band of my pants. I'm going to ignore it. The pants were fairly tight to begin with so it means nothing. Next piece. It's as if I haven't eaten all day. If someone saw me now they would ask if I was a magician I'm making the pieces disappear so quickly. I can feel the seams and threads in my pants straining as I push the seventh of ten pieces of the first pizza in my mouth. Each piece is being eaten in less that 6 bites. I savor the taste on my tongue on long enough to chew it slightly, then I swallow and take another bite. By this point the garlic sauce has soaked into the pieces completely, making the pieces absolutely divine. Oops, looks like I've been messier than I thought. I'm looking down at my belly and there is sauce and toppings on my chin and a little on the top of my belly. I scrape it off and stuff it in my mouth. As I do this I hear a slight tearing sound, it seems that the seams are about finished. Looking in the pizza box I can see that there are only two pieces left of the first pizza. I lunge forward towards the first one and shove into my face, getting more all over me. My hand automatically returns to the box for the final piece even before I have swallowed the previous one. The last piece suffers a very similar fate. Hmmm, no more tearing? I reach down and gather up the last of the toppings on my belly and put them in my belly. Riiiiiiiiip! Ahhhh, that's better, now I have room for the second pizza!
Should I continue?
