The drive-thru knows me. A dozen glazed... sometimes two if I’m extra hungry. Just sugar and carbs, and I already know exactly where they’re going.

I sit in a tight white top and little pink shorts, break them open, lick the glaze, and give a tiny snort when a bite hits just right. I’m way too lazy to do much else. I barely get up, just enough to peel the shorts off so I can see what these donuts are doing to me.

Top comes off. Belly out. I hold it, give it a little squeeze, and keep eating while I play with a toy between my thighs. Bigger, softer, lazier... just a cute fat pig who wants more.

About 9 minutes. Eating, belly play, topless, toy use, and plenty of pig talk.

I just noticed my boobs getting so big and heavy lately. Can you tell? They’re so soft and they hang more every single day. I love lifting them, squeezing them, and feeling how much they’ve grown. It turns me on so much knowing I’m just getting fatter and fatter.

They’re so heavy they actually shook the bed when I dropped them. Listen to that.

Then I show you my belly... I love how far out it sits on my lap now. I rub it, squeeze it, and talk about how much I love watching myself grow.

Just me, completely naked, playing with my huge hanging tits and big soft belly while I talk about getting heavier. No rushing. Just enjoying how big I’ve gotten

Je sais que nous venons de nous rencontrer, mais il y avait quelque chose chez toi qui m'a fait t'inviter chez moi. Je te dis que je sais que je suis si grosse mais je veux essayer de monter sur toi, alors je le fais et je te chevauche pendant 8 minutes en attrapant et en secouant mon ventre et en le posant sur toi.

An entire chocolate cake, pizza and a 2 liter is just what this piggy needed.