In Bianca's dark twisted mind her actions were justified. She wanted a pet but not any pet would do. She didn't want a kitten or a puppy, she wanted a pig. We're not talking about a cute teacup piglet, we're talking about the human variety. A full on sow with big saggy udders hanging down and resting on her ponderous paunch. Her womanhood obscured by a substantial roll of fat and insulated by massive thighs. A young woman who'd already eaten herself into morbid obesity. A perfect pet to further fatten, feed, and fuck. As someone who came from wealth she simply bought what she wanted.