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

I know we just met, but there was something about you that made me invite you back to my place. I tell you that I know I’m so big but I want to try to get on top, so I do and ride you for 8 minutes as I’m grabbing and jiggling my belly and plopping it on top of you.

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