ladylike-slobs:

Your belly is taut as you fed your greedy maw far beyond the point of being sated. A satisfied burp escapes from your tired mouth and your bloated ass rumbles in kind with bubbling gas. You lean back like a beached whale marooned on the couch by your own gluttonous needs, surrounded by candy wrappers and chip bags and empty soda bottles that linger as testament to both your hunger and your sloth. As your ass rumbles again, filling the air with a decadent stink, you moan in contended glee and settle in for the increasingly brief respite before your hunger mounts again.