There's something so appealing to me about the idea of "lipstick on a pig."

I can do my hair, put on lipstick, squeeze myself into skin-tight clothing that would have been very flattering back when I was just thick. But there's just no denying it- I'm here to pig out . Watch me gobble down three cheeseburgers and fries like a hog at a trough. I barely notice the sauce on my cheeks. The smeared lipstick on my chin. Or the burps escaping between slurping down a milkshake.

These jeans were barely holding on when my belly was empty. And now that belly is filling rapidly- caus...

There's something so appealing to me about the idea of "lipstick on a pig."

I can do my hair, put on lipstick, squeeze myself into skin-tight clothing that would have been very flattering back when I was just thick. But there's just no denying it- I'm here to pig out . Watch me gobble down three cheeseburgers and fries like a hog at a trough. I barely notice the sauce on my cheeks. The smeared lipstick on my chin. Or the burps escaping between slurping down a milkshake.

These jeans were barely holding on when my belly was empty. And now that belly is filling rapidly- causing my figure to appear like three large, pudgy rolls: fat tits over a restrained double belly. I'm ready to release my belt and my inner glutton. Wanna watch?