feeding frenzy - part IV

The blur of food began to seem trivial as I picked up my step to stuff and fill my mouth with delights. I knew if I continued, the feed would only escalate and I would miss the luxury of tasting my meal. Reaching into the back, zipper compartment of my suitcase, I pulled out my soft, cushioned travelers blind. Placing it around my head, blindfolding my eyes, I reached out in the darkness, groping for my goodies. One by one, I tasted and textured every, single bite – an appetizing taste-test of individually, snatched morsels.
I sampled long into the night, feeling the number of grouped delectables disappearing into a small heap. Stretching out I felt enormous, it was time to see…
“Ah yes,” I muttered to myself after removing the blindfold, “so nice and round.”
My belly was indeed firm and I could see the stretch marks running across its surface, branching out like fine-lined streaks of lightening. Lightening – the surge of electricity hit me like 30,000 amps, the thunder rumbling in my stomach as I gazed at my remaining box of Twinkies.

Even after a fine meal, Twinkies remain to be my all-time, feast-finishing favorite. Having an exquisite meal is like foreplay before sex, you feel a little guilty if you have only taken pleasure before completion. One must participate fully to enjoy the experience…and that is where finishing</b> a meal becomes important. Twinkies are, in fact, the crescendo for me, the plateau before falling back into an orgasmic puddle of pudding lying prostrate on my plate.

(to be continued)