

Oinking, Stuffed, and Sloppy in My Pig Pen
I'm nothing but a messy, greedy pig—oinking in desperate pleasure as I chug down a thick, sugary gaining shake, my greedy hands shoveling handfuls of melting ice cream into my mouth. Sticky, dripping, and covered in my own gluttonous slop, I wallow in the filth of my own indulgence, too stuffed to move, too addicted to stop. Trapped in my pig pen, belly heavy and aching, I moan for more, shamelessly growing, swelling, letting go. Just a fat, mindless hog, consuming, expanding, drowning in pure, gluttonous ecstasy.
My belly is huge, round, and taut, stretched tight over the sheer weight of my own greed. Every wobble, every jiggle sends waves of pleasure through me, my gut so packed that it presses down, pinning me in place. It’s so swollen, so heavy, so unbearably full that even the slightest movement makes me whimper—overfed, overstuffed, and desperate for more. I rub over the firm, bulging mass, feeling the pressure, feeling my own body swell under my touch. A greedy, bloated pig, completely lost in the pleasure of my own growing, helpless indulgence.
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Clip features: messy eating, FUPA, oinking, piggy, big belly