My belly’s gotten so huge and heavy that my belly button has sunk deep into all this soft fat. I’ve gotten so greedy that I keep piling on the weight, turning myself into your submissive sow.

I may be late to the party, but the devil never misses a feast. Happy belated Halloween. It’s been a wild few weeks, but I’m still here, waiting to steal your soul.

Screenshot from a custom I’m currently working on. Tell me, would you sell your soul to a devil?

Could you resist me like this? Black mesh clinging tight, straps digging into soft fat, rolls spilling heavy. Just a helpless, greedy blob—pleading to be touched, fed, adored. Could you really hold back?

I’m almost naked in a tiny pink thong, piggy ears and snout. Every bite feeds the greedy, gluttonous sow inside me — I love her taking over. I’m stuffing myself into a slow, glorious, immobile blob; watch me lose control as hunger owns me.