Seriously babe, you're looking a little bloated…

You're getting a real fat boy appetite, monkey boy…

Those words repeated ad nauseam for what seemed like the last hour or so. There was something powerful about those comments. Something that stroked the ego of the plump gorilla scientist sitting on the sofa. That was twice that he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, so to speak, and he liked it. He was really starting to get a sick, twisted pleasure out being an absolute hedonistic pig and he knew that it was only the end result of his gluttony.

Speaking of which, Winston had just helped himself to another night of overindulgence. Empty pizza and donut boxes, crumpled up burger joint bags, and empty fried chicken buckets laid scattered across the room. There were of course a few empty jars of peanut butter around for good measure. He felt full. He felt bloated. And most importantly, he felt powerful. He rubbed his engorged belly in soothing circles, trying to massage the pain away. Despite the sickening stomachache, he couldn't help but feel proud of himself. He had hit that sweet spot of sating his hunger, consequences be damned. He even felt a tingle in his groin and he struggled to breath.

A faint smile crept on his face as he let out a sick-sounding belch. His mate would be coming home soon. And that meant he could truly indulge to the fullest...