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bon was sitting at her computer console today and participating in computer games. she was playing piggy got stunk, poopy piggy and her friends, and the ever popular piggy piggy what a poopy mess. the piglet was enraptured so much she didn't even consider that her recent meal of half a side of bacon with extra grease and twenty pancakes was about to spill a brown mess into her pants in a few seconds. oh, first a small linch tweaked her tummy, but that went unnoticed, then a stubborn twist started to form in her lower intestine quadrant, her rectum came under immediate attack, raised its white flag quickly, as a brown thick and half mushy rope of poop burst through. It crashed like a ocean wave into her pig anus. by this time bon noticed, and she raised a shout, ohh. her chair her brand new chair got filled with a brown poopy mess as sure bon's panties and pants couldn't withstand the largeness of this eruption. uh, that felt so good and warming and relaxing to the piglet, she withheld the impulse to run and sit on the toilet. no. she was in piggy heaven, pig pen heaven. if there's one thing in this world bon the piggy loves is clustered a good roll around and a washy time in her own brown poop mess. the closer to herself the better, in her panties, sure, her butt hole skin meeting and greeting a poop mush, ah, heaven.