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I walk into frame while burping and wearing really poorly fitting clothes. My belly is bursting out of my t-shirt and leggings. I get embarrassed when I see you- I didn't know you were home and I'm such a mess! I tell you that ever since we got married, I can't stop eating and I keep getting more bloated. I rub and hold my belly often as I complain about how gassy I am, how the gas hurts, how bloated I am, etc. I go on and on, saying things like "I'm ready to burst!" I decide my outfit is way too tight so I strip down into my bra and panties, which are also ill-fitting. My boobs and nipples are bursting out of my bra, and my panties are cutting into my hips. I show off how big I've gotten, showing the size of my belly, butt, boobs, and thighs. This is why I'm so bloated and gassy! I push and poke my belly, showing how tight and bloated it is. I tell you that people have even begun asking if I'm pregnant because my clothes don't fit and I have to go out like this. You need to get me knocked up soon so I can actually see my pregnant belly grow! I puff out my cheeks and hold my arms out to show how big I'll get, and mime how big my butt will be. I want to be a stuffed, pregnant, gassy cow for you. After more burping and gas complaints, I tell you to come feed me and get me pregnant.