







I am so addicted to growing again. I’m obsessed with feeling my fat belly wobble back and forth as I walk. I love feeling my belly hang even further down my thighs. Feeling my fat ass and thighs expand making chairs tighter by the day. Feeling my love handles start to creep over the arms of my work chair. I love being greedy and stuffing myself with all the delicious food I want and not having to restrict any of my piggy desires. I love the looks people give me when they see me shoveling endless calories into my mouth without thinking twice; they know I’m completely out of control again. But they don’t know I fantasize about being twice the size I am now. Being a bigger pig than they could ever imagine. That I dream about laying in bed and doing nothing but eat and grow more obese by the day 🐷