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The thought of having to sit in the car for a hour without any snacks was making me anxious. What can I say? I'm an addict; food is my guilty pleasure. I crave the euphoria that comes with pushing my body past its limit. If I had my way I'd never feel hunger again. I'd be perpetually bloated, breathless, and in a state of sheer bliss.

A moan escaped my lips as I greedily devoured the first of the donut holes. My body craves carbs, sugars, and fats. An itch that only the most decadent treats can scratch. I know that I should be finishing getting ready to go to the Christmas party but I can't bring myself to care. All that matters now is glutting myself on this box of calorie laden sweets.

My feeder walks into the room to sees his gluttonous sow shoving donut holes into her greedy maw. He's annoyed and rightly so. We had been planning on going to this party since Thanksgiving. Yet here I am making a pig of myself instead of getting ready to go. I should have been ashamed. I should have been disgusted. I should have been a lot of things but in that moment the endless hunger inside of me is all that I felt. My body ached to be filled.

As he told me to get on my knees I could feel myself getting wet. I know that these spankings are supposed to be a form of punishment but they only serve to make me more aroused. There's only one way this night is going to end and it's not with us making it to the party.