Your pig was always immobile, even while it was still strong enough to stand on its own two feet—you just helped it look the part. You remember when it first reached out to you, begging to be fed. “I love my belly. Love being big and round and soft.
Your pig was always immobile, even while it was still strong enough to stand on its own two feet—you just helped it look the part. You remember when it first reached out to you, begging to be fed. “I love my belly. Love being big and round and soft.