Stuffing

It would be going to a buffet as soon as they open and eat until they close the door..love overeating at a buffet till I've eaten so much my body hurts to move

I would have to agree with Becky, that would be incredibly fun!

Excellent choices!

I want something like in European Vacation, just an endless chain of waiters giving me food as I eat and get bigger.

I am extremely into public humiliation, that's why my dream stuffing session would be at a packed all you can eat buffet. My feeder would give me a very tight outfit to wear, maybe something that fit me 20 pounds ago and that I need to adjust often because it exposes the tiniest bit of my gut when I move my arms up too high.
Everyone would watch me as I waddle off to load up my plate with enough food to feed a small family. I burp from all the gas building up as I chug sugary sodas and stuff my chubby face. When I load up my sixth plate, I can hear a "pop" that makes everyone look at me. I realise that I just popped the button on my very tight pants and how my belly is bulging out of them, forcing the zipper down. Embarrassed, I waddle back to the table where my feeder teases me and rubs my belly under the table to make some more room.
I make my feeder load up my plate three more times, I'm way too stuffed and embarrassed of my gut being on display to do it myself. When i am thoroughly stuffed, we pay and my feeder helps me up to slowly make my way to the car. I can feel everyone's eyes on me and hear their hushed comments. My feeder helps me into the car and we drive off, his hand rubbing and poking my huge stuffed beach ball of a gut. I groan at every bump in the road. We arrive at home and my feeder rubs lotion on my huge belly as I fall asleep and let all that food turn into fat for him to play with.

Awesome!!

I've actually had the opportunity to do it before-- an all-day stuffing. Thousands of calories of rich, delicious food... all kinds of flavors... Until my tight, bloated belly is so stuffed, there's nothing to do but nap. When I wake up, I'm ready to do it again, and this time, I expand even more. I repeat this for a full day, until I'm so swollen and sated with food, my body is sensitive to the touch, and my belly button feels like it's straining. No sensation like it.

Honestly, I'd say that one big dream of mine is a Man vs Food style scenario, with the restaurant cheering me on, the manager coming to give me my prize(t-shirt and refund for the meal so that it's free), and a giant, churning belly as the end result!

Bonus if I have a S.O. outside to rub my belly after!

As for exactly what the challenge is, it'd either be a HUGE steak or a massive ice cream dish!

Really my dream is to be taken in my bed to a buffet.
I would try absolutely all the food. Just thinking about having the possibility of finding myself in that situation makes my mouth water.
The buffet staff encouraging me to finish each of the dishes and be surrounded by different foods.
Today I would really leave all shame aside and enjoy a similar situation to the fullest.

It’s Thanksgiving and my family impose all of their dishes on me. I eat some of each of their individual dishes they brought, big turkey legs, a ton of rice and beans, roasted vegetables, big slices of meatloaf and roasted potatoes completely stuffed to the brim by the end, but they guilt me into getting seconds. I oblige and keep eating until I can hardly move, my belly protruding noticeably.

I then get a text from my boss- I completely forgot he invited me to his dinner as well. So I drive over, rubbing my gut to make room for another dinner somehow.

I arrive just as they begin to eat. I try to hide my already stuffed belly as I join them. But I’m so focused on making a good impression not wanting to offend, I try to eat a little of everything, sweating trying to stuff more in my overloaded belly. My boss sees how much I’m eating and serves me seconds, heaps of shortrib, turkey, sweet potatoes, stuffing, mac and cheese, along with tall mugs of beer which get topped off every time I finish.

I have two massive thanksgiving feasts stuffed into me, but my boss wants to keep the night going and drags me to the nearby bar for some more beers. He orders me my own pitcher leaving me to chug pint after pint to keep pace with him. I can’t believe how over distended my stomach is, in total pain from the pounds of food and beer stuffed into me. The night ends, and while driving me back, he feels hungry again and we drive-thru a Taco Bell where orders both me and himself a handful of burritos and a large soda to wash it down with.

I feel pressured to accept his generosity, forcing each burrito down on top of the mountain of food already in me. I can’t eat another crumb and am finally left at home, pinned down by the sheer volume of my engorged stomach. It’s rock hard, solid to the touch containing all of the pounds and liters of beer from two enormous thanksgiving dinners, beer and fastfood in one night.