>>1280115There's a greentext and image for this already
>Lamy lets out a belch after she's downed her latest mug of beer>she's drunk enough that she has to lean on the table to stand straight, but not enough to dull her shame at letting herself go so badly>she knows she should stop, but the lure of the alcohol is too much for her>it's not like this is this first time she's done this, she's been binging every night for almost two months now>she's long given up on attempting to fit her bulging beer belly into her shirt, and now it hung free to quiver and shake with every movement>soon it would be impossible for her to see her skirt from the front when she looked in the mirror, the great fleshy expanse extending far past where it should>she gropes her large gut shamefully, feeling the beer churning inside of her>she chugs another drink, feeling her skirt tighten even further>remembering the days when she could still fasten her belt, she wonder how long it will be until her skirt finally gives>for a moment she fantasizes about stopping here for the night and going to bed>the next day she'd go on a diet and start exercising, and she'd quit drinking cold turkey>surely then she would be able to lose all this weight, and she wouldn't feel disgusted every time she saw her own reflection>then the urge to fill her stomach further washes upon her, and she reflexively reaches for another beer>she downs the beer, and the seams the front of her shirt begin to tear open>she rubs her stomach happily, feeling the warmth and satisfaction run through it>she knew then that she would never be able to escape this cycle of humiliation and pleasure 