An hour later, eating breakfast in bed. The spread is enough to feed a family of four, but I'm ravenous. Sweat drips from my folds and soaks into the bedsheets as I greedily stuff myself with eggs, hash browns, bacon, sausage, biscuits & gravy, and pancakes drenched in syrup.

I wash it all down with a gallon of orange juice and end with a massive, raunchy belch. The bedsheets are soaked in sweat and covered in the debris of breakfast - crumbs, grease, gravy, and syrup. I burp again, absentmindedly rubbing my stuffed gut. What a way to start the day!