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In the confines of his car, a porky enthusiast, hidden behind dark glasses and a hood, prepares for a solo, outdoor binge. A whole cake, bought just for this purpose, sits on the passenger seat. He starts at the edges, tearing off large chunks, shoving them into his mouth, and chewing noisily. Cake crumbles escape his lips, littering his clothing and the car interior. His belly, already substantial, stretches taut against his shirt, growing rounder and more prominent with each mouthful. The car becomes a foggy, crumby den of gluttony, as he loses himself in the pleasure of stuffing his face, his moans and smacking lips the only soundtrack to his public, private indulgence.