I never thought it would be so hard to stop.

I can still remember the feeling from a few weeks ago, that pushed me to quit inflating, but I also remember how it felt during that session. How full and tight, the wonder at how much more I could take, and how much I’d taken already, the excitement. 

I’m not going to do it again… but, I’ve hit a sort of bargaining stage, like a junkie in rehab. I find myself thinking “Well, maybe, as long as I don’t go that far, it would be alright,” Not to mention that a large part of me does still want to put a nice big bloated bunny belly on display for everyone someday.

It’s such a silly thing to be so drawn to something like this, but yet… 

I’ll get over it. I just needed to vent a little.