







I’m so happy to be gaining again… it feels like I’m finally being who I was meant to be. I’m always hungry now — not just cravings, but that deep, greedy kind of hunger. The kind that doesn’t go away no matter how much I eat. And I love it.
I love feeling full and heavy, crawling into bed with my belly swollen and tight, skin warm and stretched from everything I stuffed into it. I run my hands over it, feeling every inch of softness, every curve that’s grown deeper. And my stretch marks… they’re spreading wider, darker — proof that I’m doing exactly what I should be. That I’m growing the way everyone wants.
Each day I feel fatter, softer, slower… and it makes me so proud. I want to keep going, to keep pushing, to outgrow everything. I want to be overflowing, spoiled, and completely massive.
Tell me I’m a good piggy… I need to hear it. I want to know you’re all proud of how far I’ve come… and how much more I’m still hungry for. 🐷💞