Even if I wanted to reign in my appetite I couldn't. I've become addicted to food. My mind is consumed by thoughts of food. Thinking about food makes me hungry. Once I'm hungry I can think of nothing else. The need to satiate the hungry my only priority. Satiate isn't the right word. That implies stopping once my needs have been met and I never do. I always push myself till I'm bloated, breathless, and barely able to move. An engorged sow who's eaten herself into near immobility. Reduced to a pile of moaning blubber from the pain of being overfed and the building sexual arousal. Futilely pa...

Even if I wanted to reign in my appetite I couldn't. I've become addicted to food. My mind is consumed by thoughts of food. Thinking about food makes me hungry. Once I'm hungry I can think of nothing else. The need to satiate the hungry my only priority. Satiate isn't the right word. That implies stopping once my needs have been met and I never do. I always push myself till I'm bloated, breathless, and barely able to move. An engorged sow who's eaten herself into near immobility. Reduced to a pile of moaning blubber from the pain of being overfed and the building sexual arousal. Futilely pawing at my taunt stomach in hopes of some kind of relief. Gas somehow escaping my stomach through the compounded mass of food. As another belch rips through me I know the relief is only temporary and I'll be shoveling more food into my greedy maw soon. After all a conditioned pig like me can't cum without food in her mouth.

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