I can barely move anymore; my body's become huge, heavy, and useless. I love showing off what you've done to me—flaunting my massive size and watching you salivate over every flabby roll of fat. You always get so turned on when I squeeze into my tiny little costumes, like this nurse's outfit—it's like you can't resist the sight of me struggling to fit into it. My thighs are so thick now that I can't waddle without them rubbing together, and my belly's grown so huge, it's hard to even reach my own pussy. But I don't care. I love being your not so little greedy piglet, and I'll keep getting fatter and fatter just to see the look of excitement on your face. You've made me into an insatiable, sloppy mess, and all I want is more.