

A little tease of the audio I'm releasing tomorrow, free for those in the My Piggy subscription tier ;) <3 You got fitted for this suit not even two months ago and you’re already bursting out of every seam. There's no way in hell those pants would get over your gut, and yet you’re still huffing and straining to get them past your thighs. You *have* been eating like a pig. Hehehe, I love watching your eyes roll back into your head when I call you that. And it’s so true, isn't it? Look at the size of you. If I step back, do you know what I see? I see a bloated out belly pushing the button on that jacket dangerously close to its limit, a fat face with a reddened blush, a heaving chest with wobbling tits, and underwear quickly disappearing between soft undergut and chunked up thighs. And I see your hips strain and rock with every word I utter. You fucking love this, don’t you? Being so utterly gluttonous that you’ve eaten your way out of yet another measurement. There's only a month to go before this wedding, and we cannot miss it! They’re our best friends! So you either stop shoving food into your face, or we get one last measurement as close to the date as we can. And I know for a fact there's no stopping you now is there, butterball? You know I’d not let you stop anyway. In fact, I love the look of you so much right now that I want to take you by the puffy hand, drag you into the food court, and get you one tray of every single thing in the place.