Malcolm was hungry.
So hungry...
Nothing would stop him from his eating rampage...
This is history. The story of a genius, his belly, and his hunger.
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Malcolm was hr middle child of 5 boys and the smartest of the crew, but being in the middle.. He was often overlooked by his parents unless he was doing something with school.
Being in a poor family and since there were so many mouts to feed, he had gone to bed hungry more than once. In fact it happened all too often. So he found a way around it. At night, he'd sneak into the kitchen and clean it out. Nothing was safe from him. Cookies, juice, his mother's abominations.. Nothing! If it was in the fridge, it'd find it's way into his belly.
He'd often be in the kitchen til early as 4 a.m. shoving food down his throat and into his face just trying quell his immense hunger And emptiness and he would never find relief until his belly was big and round as a basketball that almost looked like it wasn't even attached to his body.
His pajama shirt would ride up over the slope and his pants would be pushed down just to make room.
Every night, he would do this and he loved every second of that feeling. It was almost orgasmic to him. Looking down at that belly and feeling his soft skin pulled tight like a drum. He waited anxiously every night have that feeling and the would rub his bloated massive belly feeling the small divet that was his belly button. It was heaven. But still... He wanted more...
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