Little Miss Piggie
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Last published Sat, May 21, 2022
Sharing my journey of exploring my body as I gain weight. I share some of my favourite stuffings, how my clothes are fitting, how I'm starting to struggle to fit into someplace and how I keep surpassing my goals. I'm hoping to end up somewhere between 500 and 600 pounds. It's my deepest and most erotic fantasy to be fed to the size of a small couch. I want to be constantly pampered with belly rubs. I want to share with you my journey as I indulge my fantasies by stuffing my face and having others stuff me too.
Who wants to bet how much weight I can gain in one year?
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