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The world simply isn't made for pigs like me. Even products that boast weight limits upwards of a thousand pounds buckle under the strain of my mass. Even furniture made of fattened pigs such as myself can't withstand prolonged exposure to my excessive weight. What is an overfed sow such as myself to do? It would seem that I'm just too fat for most things. With my waistline ever expanding it's only a matter of time before I'll need to switch to only using specialized bariatric furniture. I should be ashamed of what I've done to myself. To have willingly let myself get so hopelessly pitifully obese. Yet I find myself getting more turned on than ever. In this clip I'll go over the high points of my furniture destruction throughout the years. Be it wood or metal, no furniture seems to be safe from my crushing weight.

This naughty bunny ate ALL the Easter chocolate that I was supposed to deliver. I couldn't help myself. Now it seems that I'm hooked. I can't stop shoveling deliciously fattening food into my greedy mouth. My once lithe body has become weighed down with heavy fat. I don't care. In fact, I want MORE! More FOOD, more FAT, and more FUCKING!

In this clip I'll show off my big blubbery behind in three different ways. From a standing position I'll grab my ample ass lifting it and letting it drop down. Then I do a series of calf raises. Lastly, from a sitting position I'll lift, jiggle, and bounce my bountiful bum.

Indulge in my luscious curves as I proudly display my sumptuous fupa, a perfectly plump pussy that's begging to be worshipped, and a butthole so divine it'll leave you weak in the knees. Every jiggle, every fold, every inch of my soft, succulent flesh is a testament to my gluttony, and I'm thrilled to share it all with you.

The thought of having to sit in the car for an hour without any snacks was making me anxious. What can I say? I'm an addict; food is my guilty pleasure. I crave the euphoria that comes with pushing my body past its limit. If I had my way I'd never feel hunger again. I'd be perpetually bloated, breathless, and in a state of sheer bliss.

I'm such a shameless pig that showing off my big blubbery blob-like body excites me. I especially love how my body looks in lingerie that is way too tight. I get all tingly when I see my fat bursting out the top and the bottom. When I get into such a state I can't keep my hands off of myself. I just want to grab and squeeze handfuls of overflowing fat. The way it feels when I clap my massive thighs together and the build-up of pure fat on each thigh slams together with a thunderous noise. How fat rolls over my elbow and hides it from view. The way my arms sway is almost mesmerizing. Won't you let me show off for you?

What do you see when you look at me? Do you see a fattened sow; a kept pig that lives only to be fed, fattened, and fucked? I bet you do. You wouldn't be wrong to think so. I am a proper pig but that isn't something that happened overnight. I've always been a greedy and gluttonous. Not to the extent that I am now of course. Deep down I truly believe that I was born to be fat; predisposed to being a human garbage disposal. As I revisit some of my memories I'll tell you why.

Bonnie thinks that my capacity isn't where it should be and she aims to fix that. What better way to do that than following up a massive meal with 8 cups of cream and a stack of fat cakes. After all, every meal should be fattening and filling! As she pulled my hair back and the cake into my mouth it was clear she wasn't taking no for an answer. After proper stuffing me she helps me to my feet so we can compare our big blubbery bodies.

I heard that you like big blubbery blobby babes. Ones that have heavy hanging bellies thick with FAT. There must be over a foot of pure lard sagging from my midsection. Then there's these arms. Swollen with fat, heavy, and hanging. Each easily the size of a fat girl's thigh. This soft flabby body was made to be jiggled!

I'm in so much trouble! It's time to go back to work, and I can no longer fit into my uniform. It's not as if it's just a little tight either; my fat is completely overflowing everywhere! This shirt once covered my belly; now it looks like a crop top, and these shorts, now they look like panties! It's absolutely lewd. There's no way I can go back to being a nurse. Who would take health advice from me?!

When you have arms the size of a fat woman's thighs, you can't help but show them off. There's no long sleeve shirt capable of concealing the damage that binge after gluttonous binge has done. Why would I want to hide such magnificence? Watch the way they ripple with every movement. It's mesmerizing, isn't it? There's power in such size. I could literally smother you with all my softness.

I'm going to miss you soooooooooo much! I can't believe my little step-sister is heading off to college. Maybe, we can do something special before you leave? I was thinking that you could watch me play with myself, and then I could watch you. Wouldn't that be fun?

You did this. You're responsible for how big and blubbery I've become. My whole body is engulfed in an ever-thickening layer of lard. You've ruined me. What am I supposed to do with this big, heavy, useless body? Let me show you exactly what enabling my insatiable appetite has done to my body.

Any pig can have a big blubbery belly that hangs down past their privates. It's where the fat naturally starts to first accumulate. Only truly greedy gluttonous pigs start developing back fat. Two heavy, hanging, useless sacks of fat that rival my breasts in size. Followed by a smaller roll running the width of my body above my ample ass. A mountain of lard for you to lose yourself in.