Dragina has a bad habit of making a piggy of herself with the deserts she bakes. Saving nothing but crumbs for anyone else! Him knowing that she would be glutinous, a little present was left in the mix. After falling out with her crisp in her lap, Dragina awakens to find herself strapped to her sitting bench. Helpless and, feeling certain she was about to regret eating all of the pie. With just enough room to wiggle but not get away Dragina is tickled, smacked, and edged until she begs for mercy. Will she mend her glutinous ways?