Dressed in sheer black lingerie that’s clearly too small for me, I stand before you, letting you take in the sight. The delicate fabric strains against my immense body, my top belly roll spilling out from the bottom. On a normal-sized woman, this little number would barely graze the tops of her thighs—but we both know I’m far from normal. I’m your weak-willed, insatiable sow, a gluttonous, indulgent pig who’s eaten herself into near immobility. And tonight, I’ve made myself even more irresistible, slipping into something special—some kind of costume—just for you. The playful grin on my face is impossible to resist, and when you instinctively reach out to grab at my belly, I step just out of reach, teasing you. You’re not allowed to touch—at least, not yet. Instead, I start to move, slow and deliberate, every ounce of blubber rippling and swaying with my efforts. You know you’re in for a real treat.
