I try so hard, stretching, straining, desperately reaching—but it’s useless; my fingers can barely brush against my clit. My massive, flabby body is in the way, a soft, heavy prison of my own gluttony. The entrance to my pussy is completely out of my reach. I shudder, embarrassed and aching, as you make me try again, watching me struggle, mocking me for growing so impossibly fat that I can't even touch myself properly anymore. My face burns with humiliation and need, my body trembling with frustration, until I finally whimper, asking if you’ll do it for me. What a greedy pig I’ve become. I’ve eaten myself into helplessness, and I need you now more than ever. And as your hands move over my plump, overfed pussy, teasing, claiming, I can’t help but moan. You’re right; I’m your fat, desperate, insatiable pig, and I’ve eaten myself far too big to be able to pleasure myself, and yet here I am, hungry for more.