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Last night I went to McDonald’s after work, which is a re-current activity, and encouraged by my feeder I got more than I usually do. I got to my car and the smell of that brown bag was doing things to me. Without hesitation I start eating one of the burgers and fries while I was driving home. Normally, I love eating in my rather tight work clothes but today was different I needed to be freed from those clothes. I stripped down and get comfortable to dive into that brown bag that was calling my name. I greedily open the bag and sat down, naked feeling my overhang on my warm fat pad and my fat pad covering almost my entire manhood, I ate burger after burger not a single thought is in my head. I’m in trance and the only thing I could do was shovel more food to my greedy mouth. After six burgers, I proudly snapped a picture and sent it to my feeder, looking for his approval. Always trying to make him proud of the piggy he is growing. Of course, for him that wasn’t enough and deep down I knew I wanted and needed more. Luckily, a growing pig is always ready and a box of donuts and chocolate milk was waiting for me. After a bit of being encouraged I dove into a box of sweet deliciousness. The smell and taste of donuts were making me feel so fucking good I couldn’t put them down. Ate one after the other without taking breaks. Now yes I was feeling somewhat full but it was then when I caught my reflection in the mirror and not only saw my big belly but all my stretch marks were bright red. The result of pushing and shoving food down my throat. I really expanded that night. Needless to say under my warm and sweaty fat pad, my dick was throbbing and I had to do something about it. I laid down in bed, me belly almost covering my entire view, and I tried to reached down to pleasure myself but this time I couldn’t reach. I was so round I couldn’t get my arms to touch my dick. I tried different positions but they all fail. I desperately needed my feeder there. However, I had to take care of that little throbbing issue so, I sat down in one of the corners of the bed and started thrusting. My fat pad acted as my hand and I thrust and thrust till a big piggy load came out of me. That’s what I called a successful pig out. 🐽