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The sun beats down on his sweat-glistened skin as he shamelessly stuffs his face, the sweet taste of cake and sugary soda coating his tongue. His belly, already impressive, distends further with each mouthful, the sight drawing covert glances from passersby. He doesn't care, lost in his feeding frenzy, his submissive side reveling in the taboo act of publicly indulging his feeder fetish, his body aching for more, always more, until he's a bloated, contented pig.