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I wanna win that blue ribbon. Be the prized pig. The biggest, heaviest, most swollen thing in the pen. I’ll oink for it. I’ll grunt, wobble, jiggle my way right to the top. Look at me—stuffed and shameless. My gut’s hanging out, round and tight, packed full like I’ve got no self-control at all. And I don’t. I eat whatever’s in front of me. I beg for more. I’m greedy, gluttonous, and completely unbothered by the way I’ve let myself go. Let them stare. Let them laugh. I’m fat, bloated, and too far gone to stop now. I’ll oink, I’ll crawl, I’ll waddle around with my belly swaying and my thighs rubbing just to hear you say I’ve earned it. That I’m the softest, laziest, most humiliating little pig you’ve ever seen. Because deep down, I know—being your prized pig is all I’ve ever really wanted. *** Clip features: piggy play, oinking, eating