Correct. It's food addiction, plain and simple. My fat fuck (and arguably terrible) cousin has a poor daughter that weighs more than I do (I'm 119) at 6 years old and through her I've seen full-on food addiction at it's ugliest. She thinks she's dying if she feels the slightest hunger pang. She'll cry and sob and crawl on the floor if she cannot get a second helping of dinner or an after-meal calorie bomb. The tissue of the stomach is very elastic and resiliant so "stretched out stomach" is a bit of a wive's take-- the real bodily damage is to the brain that has been forcibly programmed to go into a panic mode whenever the body isn't actively chowing down or stuffed to capacity.