I enjoy a messy, lip smacking, finger lickin' binge on barbecue. My big spread contains: Chopped pork, St. Louis ribs, smoked BBQ chicken, sweet corn on the cob, baked beans, mac and cheese, corn bread muffin, coleslaw, and a large glass of coke.

Before beginning, I have to butter up a few things with my favorite squeeze (real) butter that I squeeze into my mouth as well. I go straight for the ribs, slathering on more bbq sauce just the way I like it. I dig into everything like such a starved piggy. My hands and face soon become covered in sauce. I'm dropping food all over my prett...

I enjoy a messy, lip smacking, finger lickin' binge on barbecue. My big spread contains: Chopped pork, St. Louis ribs, smoked BBQ chicken, sweet corn on the cob, baked beans, mac and cheese, corn bread muffin, coleslaw, and a large glass of coke.

Before beginning, I have to butter up a few things with my favorite squeeze (real) butter that I squeeze into my mouth as well. I go straight for the ribs, slathering on more bbq sauce just the way I like it. I dig into everything like such a starved piggy. My hands and face soon become covered in sauce. I'm dropping food all over my pretty table cloth, but soon I don't care. I just want to stuff my face. I'm not minding my manners at all: burping, smacking my lips, chewing with my mouth open, getting sauce even on my belly. Do you think this is going to make me fatter? Do you think all of this artery clogging, fatty, meat will add some pounds?

If I'm eating like a pig, I might as well ditch the fork. I scoop up my side dishes with my hands and shovel them into my fat greedy mouth. I'm stuffing myself into a daze! My words are slurring. I'm overfed and horny. I'm moaning and groaning with my final attempt to eat more. Would you make me eat all of this? Would you me to eat every last bite?

Let me show you how stuffed I got my belly. :)