You’ve absolutely ballooned since switching to work from home, your massive gut growing bigger by the day as you stuff yourself endlessly. That ponderous belly of yours is so huge now that you can’t even reach your desk anymore—your laptop has to rest on that mountain of lard as you work. Once the workday ends, it’s time for my greedy, gluttonous hog to get funnel-fed **** to relax you. Once you're completely docile then it's time to start funnel-feeding you, thick, calorie-packed shakes until you’re too stuffed to think. I love it when my hungry hog's mind is as slow and heavy as his body. It makes me dripping wet watching you struggle, trying and failing to reach for your cock. That belly is far too big and heavy for you to lift for long. I'll need to get the ratchet straps to hold back all of that blubber and allow me access to that little bit of hardness buried in all that softness. If you want to cum, you need to finish the rest of your box of donuts and wash them down with that pint of heavy cream, like the obedient hog you are.