Plastic wax pig loves plastic. He loves the way it shines when the light hits it, how tightly it stretches, how smooth it feels against his pig skin and how it crinkles when he takes breaths.

But, wax pig is a gross, gross pig.

He reminds Goddess Vivian Leigh of a rump roast wrapped tightly in saranwrap. Dominus Ryenne thinks his pig flesh will look better covered in candle wax. The loving dommes even sing him happy birthday.

It's not plastic wax pig's birthday though. No, it's the day he becomes furniture, gets his resistant pig hole plugged, and comes very up cl...

Plastic wax pig loves plastic. He loves the way it shines when the light hits it, how tightly it stretches, how smooth it feels against his pig skin and how it crinkles when he takes breaths.

But, wax pig is a gross, gross pig.

He reminds Goddess Vivian Leigh of a rump roast wrapped tightly in saranwrap. Dominus Ryenne thinks his pig flesh will look better covered in candle wax. The loving dommes even sing him happy birthday.

It's not plastic wax pig's birthday though. No, it's the day he becomes furniture, gets his resistant pig hole plugged, and comes very up close and personal with the plastic he loves so much.

Plastic wax pig means nothing to the two supreme beings. He is a gross pile of waste, existing only for their amusement.