I have no idea how I thought of it, but I've been fixated on this for awhile now.
Picture this, my car breaks down on the side of the highway in the middle of nowhere, signal on my phone is nonexistent and the nearest auto body shop is over 100 miles away. I've got no choice but to try hitch hiking or hope cell service pops up.
After an hour or two, a guy in a semi pulls over and asks if everything's alright. After a quick look, he decides there's no way to fix my car unless it's taken to a shop and he offers me a ride to wherever I need to go, on one condition. He'll take me wherever I want to go as long as I eat whatever he buys for me, and I'm not allowed to stop eating until he says so or I run out.
Thinking that this was the best option, I would agree, but then he begins making stops wherever he can to get more food and drinks. Always making sure I'm eating or drinking something until my shirt starts riding up and the seat belt is cutting into my stuffed belly. Unbeknownst to me, we've passed multiple gas stations and auto shops.
By the time he decides I can stop I look like I'm about to give birth and all I want is for him to rub my belly and tell me I'm a good girl.
Picture this, my car breaks down on the side of the highway in the middle of nowhere, signal on my phone is nonexistent and the nearest auto body shop is over 100 miles away. I've got no choice but to try hitch hiking or hope cell service pops up.
After an hour or two, a guy in a semi pulls over and asks if everything's alright. After a quick look, he decides there's no way to fix my car unless it's taken to a shop and he offers me a ride to wherever I need to go, on one condition. He'll take me wherever I want to go as long as I eat whatever he buys for me, and I'm not allowed to stop eating until he says so or I run out.
Thinking that this was the best option, I would agree, but then he begins making stops wherever he can to get more food and drinks. Always making sure I'm eating or drinking something until my shirt starts riding up and the seat belt is cutting into my stuffed belly. Unbeknownst to me, we've passed multiple gas stations and auto shops.
By the time he decides I can stop I look like I'm about to give birth and all I want is for him to rub my belly and tell me I'm a good girl.
1 year