My beautiful, feedee girlfriend is an absolute freak in bed. And when I say "freak", I mean lazy, greedy hungry, hog that does nothing but spread herself for me and swallow everything I put in her mouth. Just like I like it. She's gotten so big since agreeing to let me fatten her up and I love every second of our sex life. But she wants more. She wants roses and love and dates but that's not me. I don't make love, I fuck. But I'm willing to do anything to satisfy her because she's such a good fucking pig for me. So I agree to set aside the feeder in me for one night only. We decide on dinner and an art show. A light dinner, NO STUFFING, and a nice walk through a museum. One night and then I get my prize-winning pig back. Nothing can go wrong right? Everything was going great until we passed a Wendy's, and a Taco Bell, and a Chik-Fil-A... that's when the feeder in me took control of the wheel and once the feeder takes control: there's no turning back.
