You're sitting back on the mattress of couch-cushions that's the only thing capable of supporting your weight in the house. You'd just finished an entire housewater-tank filled with soda and were listening to your contented belly eating up the metric tonnage of sugary drink. You shift the mass of your stomach with both arms, the weight of it so immense as it lazily flops over, a waterfall of stomach moving all at once as it flobbs over your knees, resting heavily like a watery stone. The movement stirs up the carbonation, making you let loose a hearty belly burp, you smile, sloshing your gut again. You give your gut a few healthy slaps, feeling the fat rebound like a water balloon, belching again as your stomach expels more gas. You place both arms on the top of your gut and press into it, massaging your tummy in slow, strong strokes. Your belly slorrps with each pull, it feels divine. You reach over for the burger sitting forgotton just beneath your moob, opening your jaws wide you engulf the whole thing in one bite, swallowing the big lump down your throat....ahhh.