BigBallBellyGirl:
My dream interaction would be dining in a nice restaurant with my partner, and we keep the food orders coming as my belly bloats, perhaps revealing distended flesh as I protrude more...And more... And more. We can tell the staff is trying (and failing) to be discrete as they talk about the slim guy who has ordered four of five entrees and every appetizer on the menu for his swelling fatty. Eventually, the general manager approaches our table to ask if everything is "to our liking", but we can tell he is at least mildly concerned the bloated woman in front of him, who is rubbing her massive gut, will have a medical emergency if she devours more food.
Curiouskatt:
Oh wow, that’s so so hot.
MottiF:
Absolutely!
I guess the closest I've ever come to a real life comment from a stranger on my eating habits was when I went to the same drive through twice, about two hours apart. The woman working the drive through window laughed when I pulled up again and said, "All right now! Back again!" Not exactly a comment on my big appetite, but in my imagination, I like to think, after the window closed, the employees said something to the effect of, "That's why she's so fat!"