[Story] You Love Your Fat Pig Girlfriend (Patreon)

Her sweatpants cling for dear life, stretched taut over thickening thighs and riding up to reveal soft, doughy ankles. Every shift, every movement, makes the fabric strain just a little more. Her snout scrunches, nostrils flaring as I dangle a donut—her seventh… or maybe eighth?—just out of reach.

“Rude,” she huffs, her rounded cheeks puffing slightly. “I’m starving!”

She snatches the donut with surprising speed, immediately taking a big, greedy bite. “What?” she mumbles through a full mouth, crumbs dusting her snout. “I’m a growing girl.”

Her declaration is underscored by the shirt creeping higher, baring a belly that jiggles with even the tiniest twitch. She thrusts her lower lip into a dramatic pout, feigning helplessness—but the plumpness of her cheeks, swollen like overripe peaches, undermines the act, transforming it into something irresistibly sweet.

And I’m done.

I launch at her, wrapping her in a hug-tackle that sends us tumbling onto the couch. It groans beneath us, struggling to hold our combined weight. She yelps, then bursts into snorting laughter—loud, unrestrained, full of honks and snuffles. Even her ears, now floppy and ridiculously cute, seem to blush.

“You’re a menace,” I murmur, flicking a stray crumb from her snout.

She grins up at me, eyes twinkling, lips glossy from the donut, and kisses me. “Your menace.”

Note: This story was written with the help of AI.