playing with my fat pig’s overfed gut after dinner while feigning concern over how much she ate, how mindless and greedy she’s been lately, how massively obese she’s getting…
but the truth is i’m not really concerned at all. i know exactly how gluttonous i’ve conditioned the poor little thing to be. i know she will moan and open wide for her next bite whenever i grope her lard or call her a pig. it’s not an accident that hedonism and the thought of being buried in fat are virtually inseparable from pleasure in her silly little hogbrain. it isn’t a coincidence that i only ever make her cum when she’s so glutted with junk food she can barely breathe.
i’ve been weighing and measuring my pig regularly. i’ve been tracking the many tens of thousands of calories i’ve been relentlessly coaxing into her. i know exactly how much blubber she’s piled since i started fattening her up. everything is going perfectly according to plan 🥰























