kitten-the-feedee:

deicidalmetal:

make-me-a-pig:

female-feeder-fantasies:

kyfa42:

biddygal:

kyfa42:

female-feeder-fantasies:

I have a huge fantasy of creating a conditioned sexual response in a feedee to food and stuffing where none previously existed. In this fantasy I’d be manipulating the subconcious through encouraging sleep-eating (like sleep-walking) or hypnosis. The feedee couldn’t help but become aroused when eating because I’ve sexually teased them while feeding them in this state of altered conciousness. Ultimately this would lead to the feedee’s constant binging because it would just feel way too good to keep gorging themselves. (With consent of course.)

This is probably the darker feeder thought I have. Using Pavlovian training to slowly help my feedee associate food and pleasure until being stuffed full of food leaves them a squirming mess. Training them until just thinking of food gets them started and they are begging to feast.
Just perverted things.

Yes!!! Create a delicious cycle of pleasure and eating. When they think of/smell/see/eat/hear about food they get turned on, when they get turned on they get hungry. The first big story I ever posted on fantasy feeder was about that very training.

Making a fat piggy so obsessed with getting to that pleasurable stuffed point, their only thoughts focused on being able to eat and cum again and again.

It’s my favorite evil feeder fantasy.

Is it bad I’ve actually had time where I’ve thought the process out? Planning out how to break somebody’s mind and reshape it to that whim. Starting it off gently, telling them how good they are for eating, for putting on a few pounds. Then working them into physical pleasure for eating. Deny release until they can’t eat anymore. Until he or she associates food with pleasure so much that it’s the only way they can get off.
Only to realize that the training would be almost impossible to remove, leaving them stuck in full on pig mode. Leaving them trapped in a food fueled orgy, growing fatter by the day…

Yepppp… I’ve definitely totally “fleshed out” this process, and have absolutely included these elements (especially the orgasm control) described here. So devious, which to me is so completely hottt!!

*ahem*

Yes please

omg please?

swap-meetog:

I can’t stop taking selfies. I was never this narcissistic before, but I have just stolen this body from a dick at the gym. He was making fun of my pudgy body so I decided he needed to feel what it was like.

When the swap happened and he realized what his fate was he started to cry. I laughed in his face and grabbed my new gym bag, groping around for his car keys, and told him to have fun waiting for the bus. I used to have real bad anxiety and had never bothered to even get my license, which was unfortunate for him now.

I hopped inside my new sports car and let his muscle memory take me back to his apartment. I have been going through every item of clothing he owns, trying it on and snapping pictures. I downloaded Grindr on my new phone and started looking around. Oh look, my old body is active right now. Guess he made it back to my small, shitty apartment in the bad part of town…

Fuck, I can’t believe this is what I see in the mirror now. After this dude swapped our bodies and left me in his, I had to learn as much about my life as I could real quick.

He doesn’t drive, I feel weak and anxious all the time, and he is super poor. Earlier today I was a walking Adonis, now I am just some chubby guy who lists after men like that. Wait, lusts?

On the bus on my way to my new home, I started scrolling through his phone. He had Grindr downloaded. Im not gay but I opened it out of curiosity.

The blessing of finding yourself in a new gay body with a small dick is that at least the entire bus didn’t see my erection when I saw the guy in my old body had already set himself up with a profile.

I drooled over my old body for a minute before sending him a message. I found myself feeling like a submissive, humbling asking him to just meet with me and talk. He responded quickly, telling me that he was out of my league before blocking me, shutting me out of my own life.

Oh no, now other guys are messaging me. Guys that look like I do now. What am I supposed to do?

Recently, I had a fast. Not more than 1.500 kcal a day, only eating after 4 pm, no sweets, physical activity every day to reach a needed intake of at least 3.000 kcal per day. It was hard, but I lost so much body fat, went down from 95kg to 82kg and my sixpack has started appearing. I‘m so proud!

And yet… I feel like my destiny is something else. I train and train and fight so hard against every feeling of hunger… but when I lay down to sleep, I fantasise about stories like this one.

Like… yes, like THIS is my destiny. Reading that story again and again, it suddenly becomes so clear to me. THIS is my fate: Training my body to perfection day by day, only to have some lazy, fat guy steal that body. One quick body swap destroying all those weeks of training. Seeing myself lose all the glory I worked so hard for and being sucked into that other guys life.

Seeing him in my old body, getting horny by the sight, but exactly knowing I will never touch that beauty again. Seeing that other guy taking my place, as an athlete, as a content creator on the internet, as a husband… as a husband? Yeah, that‘s why I‘d never have a chance with that slim guy. Other than my fat belly. He‘s married. And he‘s a greater partner to his husband than I could‘ve ever been. And as this dawns upon me, that he will be doing my job of being me so much better than me, I suddenly begin to accept my fate.

I touch my obese body. I think of all the tasty stuff I can eat now. I start to do exactly that. And while I stuff my face and enjoy the ecstasy of gluttony, I say farewell to the idea of slimness, the idea of healthiness, the idea of self-control. And I say farewell to my marriage. Only in my mind, of course, because my husband - sorry, EX-husband - wouldn’t even recognise me because I’m in that strangers body, while he is unknowingly sharing the highest degree of intimacy and love - bodily and emotionally - with that stranger in my body, and he is so happy with it, that I decide to let the two of them be happy together.

After all… I‘m not really made for marriage… or love. Not that I could ever find a partner. What am I made for? Exactly. Ordering a family sized pizza to stuff my nice and round belly with, because nothing makes me happier than eating while playing video games all day or spending time on tumblr, stalking that athletic guy with his rubber stuff, giving myself some pleasure, knowing he is so far out of my league, unreachable, unless some body swap shit would happen. Yeah, if I could just leave my fat body and hop into that slim guy…

Although, I‘m such a lazy and hungry slob, I think I would immediately stop his training routine and just continue eating and ruin his perfect body, haha!

And just like that, not only several weeks of hard work are ripped away from me, but also everything else in my life, from my intelligence to my job to my art to my relationship down to even my very personality. But I‘m perfectly happy with it. Because I have my pizza. And I‘m sure it won‘t need long until I have completely adapted that other guys personality and the memory of that body swa- the memory of… what? Huh. Nevermind. Time to get comfy, prepare some Kleenex and go to tumblr and read some ‚nice stories‘…

It’s been a while since I took my camera with me to a show and done one of these videos and I thought I’d give it one more go. Consider this an “audience POV”, an unofficial highlights video, something fun I like to put together every now and then.

Riot City Wrestling returned to the Peacock Tent at Gluttony for the Adelaide Fringe Festival and the second show (of three) was a massive event!

Saturday 26th February 2022

FULL RCW SHOW

GLUTTON FOR PUNISHMENT (2019)

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Next one from deadly sins aka Tokrev characters: Mikey and GLUTTONY

Drawing started with messy sketch:

After that i’ve found some references of character in Pinterest. I like Mikey more with short dark hair, ‘cause he is more mysterious and serious in the same time - good contrast to his love for food ))

Then, I chose some pose refs and refs for clothing. Gluttony is not only about tasty food. It’s also about comfort interior and luxurious and nice outfit.

The pallet of this artwork is based on split-complementary color scheme. It means, that I took red-orange and yellow-orange and added blue-green turquoise color. Yellow is used as accent color. This color scheme is vibrant and juicy, but not so friendly, we are drawing sins, yeah.

I’m always so inspired while drawing, so I forget to save work in progresssss (god damn fffffffuck (stupid-stupid-stupid artist)))

I’ve made some shots in process, but further… all covered with fog

I hope U liked this post, I will be gratetful if you like it and share with someone interested in Tokyo Revengers bad-ass guys )))

See ya :)

Inktober 2018, week 2, the ladies of Living in Sin.

Mein Mitbewohner wird zum Fastfoodschweinchen sobald ich ihm was hinlege.

My roommate becomes a fast food hog as soon as I put something down for him.

Wir haben ihren Sohn entführt und lassen ihn solange so viel McDonalds essen wie er mag, bis sie das Lösegeld gezahlt haben.

We kidnapped your son and let him eat as much McDonalds as he likes until you pay the ransom.

A Greedy, Ignorant Sow’s Destiny

WARNING: This story is intended for mature readers 18 years of age and older only.

Contains themes of: bbw, ssbbw, feedism, feeder & feedee, heavy weight gain, fat, gluttony, force feeding, laziness, mild slob, breeding & pregnancy, lactation, teasing, humiliation, degradation, being forced against one’s will, bondage & restraint, dominance & submission, sexual content, vulgar language and numerous porcine inferences. I suppose there may be a bit of a horror element to it as well.

This one is dark, gets a bit raunchy at times and contains descriptions of graphic, sexual acts… You have been WARNED!

(Yeah, I know, that just makes you want to read it even more… But I have to include these warnings for those seeking kinder, gentler fatty kink who stumble upon this stuff by accident… Honestly, the title alone should tell you what kind of story this is.)

This story also contains subject matter that some may consider ethically questionable or morally irresponsible. But please bare in mind that this is simply a bit a fantasy, fatty kink… No actual animals, plants, babies, fatties or housekeepers were harmed in the production of this piece of fantasy, fatty smut.

Synopsis: A lazy, greedy, opportunistic woman takes advantage of a wealthy man who is willing to do anything for her, give her anything she wants and generously indulge her every desire. He provides her with a luxurious, carefree life of leisure, allowing her to live like self-proclaimed royalty, indulging her pleasures while she is waited upon hand and foot. But all is not as it seems… When the tables are turned, rather than getting all that she desires, she instead finds herself getting all that she deserves.

A Greedy, Ignorant Sow’s Destiny

By The Torture Artist

Part 1: The Greedy, Ignorant Sow, a Scintillating Recollection

Ah, good, you’re finally awake. I trust you had a pleasant, little nap?

Now that you’ve regained consciousness, I have a few things I would like to discuss with you. For starters, your lazy, indulgent, gluttonous habits, and the profound amount of weight you have gained as a result.

Just look at you… You’ve become quite the fat, lazy sow, haven’t you?

From the time you awaken each day… Casually late. The majority of your time is spent doing little more than lying around, eating and napping. Your routine has become a nearly unceasing procession of meals, snacks, treats and random, assorted munching. A continuous, day-long grazing, devoted to stuffing your face and filling this obscenely huge, insatiable belly.

A gluttonous, languorous routine, interrupted only by your frequent compulsion to pleasure yourself. Which is typically followed by drifting off into yet, another nap… Only to wake up a short time later and start stuffing yourself all over again. Predominant, habitual behaviors which have brought you to where you are today.

Do you remember how it all began pig? How you came to be such an immensely fat, greedy, gluttonous, lazy sow? It was just barely three years ago now.

I remember the day well…

I knew there was something special about you from the moment we met. Quickly recognizing your distinctive qualities, I readily indulged and spoiled you. Cash, clothes, jewelry, dining at all the best restaurants, treating you to the finest, most delicious foods. I indulged you in anything and everything you wanted, denying you nothing, and you eagerly took full advantage of the opportunity, availing yourself of my boundless generosity and plentiful financial resources.

But, I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I wanted you to have anything and everything you ever wanted, all you ever dreamed of. I don’t regret a single penny I’ve spent, it was an investment, and you haven’t disappointed.

You were but a mere, plump, little piglet when we first met, thick, curvy and voluptuous. But you quickly began to pile on the pounds, didn’t you pig… My how you loved to eat! Oh, you enjoyed the gifts of cash, nice clothes and shiny, sparkling trinkets just fine… But food… Food was your true passion, your greatest pleasure, your ultimate weakness.

Honestly, I don’t know how you’ve managed to avoid becoming a big, ole’ fatty before this. But I suppose it was simply a matter of opportunity, accessibility, and having the means. Having someone who could furnish the ideal environment, provide for you, enable you and of course, grant you access to all the food you could ever want… All of which I have done in spades.

Speaking of which, you really packed it away at breakfast this morning, didn’t you? I kept bringing it out, and you kept scarfing it down. I didn’t think you were ever going to stop… I’ve never seen you eat so much. Even as you sat there, wheezing and gasping for breath, you kept shoving it in. Your outrageously swollen belly aching and groaning from the amount you had crammed into it, You looked like you were ready to pop! It seemed you just couldn’t get enough, could you pig? But finally, you managed to stuff yourself so full, you literally passed out, drifting into unconsciousness mid mouthful, still clutching a half eaten muffin in your plump, little, sausage fingers. It was quite a gluttonous spectacle. Just look how hugely bloated and swollen your belly is still.

Little did you realize that you would awaken from your post-gorging nap to find yourself securely bound to the bed, with a hose shoved down your throat. I’m sure you couldn’t have seen that coming. Well, it’s just one of the many surprises that I have in store for you today, my greedy, ignorant sow.

Now-now, there’s no point in struggling, I assure you, the restraints are quite inescapable… You’re not going anywhere.

Your throat has been numbed to facilitate the tube running down your gullet and into your stomach. But if you continue fussing the way you are, you’re going to end up gagging on it. So I suggest you sit still and try to remain relaxed as possible, otherwise it’s just going to become a far more unpleasant experience for you.

You’re going to be spending a lot of time with a tube shoved down your throat, so you may as well get used to it now. It will get easier the more we do it. If you open yourself to the experience, you may even come to enjoy it. So just sit tight, as I continue to recount your inevitable descent into pigdom…

I do so love a good build up.

Incidentally, your little, out of control binge this morning was not by chance. It was the culmination of months of seduction, enabling, manipulation and conditioning. I am quite pleased with the way you have responded.

You can no longer help yourself, nor could you stop now if you wanted to. You are hopelessly addicted, and destined to sink ever deeper into the abyss of wanton overindulgence and gluttonous excess. I have made certain of that… But I will explain in more detail, shortly.

Let’s see now, where was I… Ah yes.

Things progressed quickly. My generous spoiling and indulging those first, couple months had merely wet your appetite, fueling your hunger. I had given you a tantalizing taste of the life you had always dreamed of, sparking a yearning for more.

Seeing opportunity, a chance to have everything you wanted, you expressed a desire to take things to the next level, to move in, to be with me full time… Or rather, to take full advantage of all I had to offer.

Well, who was I to deny you, and pass up my opportunity to have you right where I wanted you.

You promptly took up residence in my comfortable, spacious home, quickly settling yourself in to live the good life… Completely at my expense, of course. Finding yourself in a cozy, secure home, with a housekeeper to take care of the cooking, cleaning and other menial tasks. All these luxuries facilitated by a man willing to foot the bill for everything and give you all the attention you craved.

You certainly did avail yourself of the situation, doing practically nothing but sitting on your lazy ass and indulging yourself from day one. Quickly proving yourself to be the self serving, hedonistic seeker of leisure and pleasure I suspected you to be.

Over the few months that followed, you grew heavier, lazier, more aroused by your unrestrained overindulging. I saw your future unfolding as you pushed mouthful after mouthful past your greedy lips. Your belly swelled, your ass widened, and your already ample udders ballooned as you put on close to thirty pounds.

Your gains were slow at first, but steadily accelerated as you became increasingly comfortable and secure in your new home. You were quickly becoming your true self, the lazy, greedy, pleasure seeking pig you were always destined to become.

As you continued to pile on the pounds, I casually dropped hints, probed for responses, looked for reactions, but it was clear you knew nothing of Feedism, nor did you have any concept what a feedee was… But it hardly mattered. You were a natural born glutton, a greedy, pleasure seeking opportunist, with seemingly little concern for what all that overindulging was doing to your figure.

I certainly had no problem with it, I simply encouraged you to enjoy yourself, to have whatever you wanted, as much as you liked. I made sure that anything and everything you could possibly want was available to you.

You may not have been fully cognizant of your compulsion for food and gluttonous excess, but it was evident to me… Clearly undeniable. As time went by, it also became clear, just how much you loved feeling full… Or rather, overly-full, to be more precise.

You clearly loved eating more than anything, it brought you true pleasure. However, you completely lacked the ability and basic, common sense to know when to stop… Frequently gorging yourself until it hurt.

You would lie there afterward, moaning sickly in a gluttonous daze, your achingly distended belly protruding quite prominently, groaning and creaking in protest. Gasping in breaths rendered shallow and labored, as your entire body was left semi paralyzed in the wake of your wanton overindulgence.

For most people such dramatic, physical repercussions would be cause for concern, warning signs alerting them of the need to cut back, moderate, get their eating habits under control before things got out of hand.

But you were never one to be satisfied with simply eating until you were comfortably full… Oh no, not you greedy pig! You always felt compelled to eat until you were stuffed so unimaginably full that you couldn’t swallow another bite. So thoroughly glutted that you could scarcely draw in a full breath. So utterly gorged that you couldn’t bare to move. It turned you on like nothing you had ever experienced… The unique pleasure of that peculiar voluptuousness only drove you to crave more.

You were gratified by the heaviness in your gut, aroused by the aching discomfort, thrilled as you felt your bloated belly push outward, expanding until you were stretched tight as a drum.

However, it was more than just the pleasures of delicious food, eating and stuffing yourself until you were ready to bust that sparked your desire… Gorging stimulated you sexually. The arousing tingles of masturbation irresistibly electrifying and the resulting orgasms so much more intense. All of these sensations culminating in a fervent euphoria as you sank into a deep, post gluttonous stupor, inevitably drifting into a blissful nap.

At first you were content to stuff and glut yourself just a couple times a week. But your compulsion, desire and appetites quickly grew. You began pushing yourself, testing your limits, seeking ever greater thrills, heightened arousal and intense pleasure.

What had started as an occasional indulgence, soon became a regular, daily routine, always looking forward to your next meal, snack or random, indulgent treat… Any excuse to gorge and pleasure yourself. The anticipation, the arousal, the need becoming overwhelming… Before long, you were gorging yourself at every opportunity.

No, you may not consider yourself a feedee, a gainer, or even a stuffer. However, your compulsive behavior and lustful passion to indulge say otherwise… Feedee, gainer, foodie, stuffer, those are simply labels. In the end, when an obsessive, addictive, pleasure driven, love of food and overindulgence govern you, the results are very much the same.

Becoming aroused by your excessive indulgence may not have seemed kinky to you, but you were certainly a kinky girl in other regards. My eagerness to indulge your every whim brought your other kinks to the surface. I will say, despite your generally lazy demeanor, our sex life has been anything but boring. You turned out to be quite a little fuck-slut, or rather… Fuck-pig! Though, I usually ended up doing most of the work as you simply laid back and enjoyed.

Again, my intention was to indulge and spoil you in every way imaginable, and you responded magnificently. Besides, I certainly didn’t want you burning calories unnecessarily.

Things were progressing exactly as I had anticipated, and I was about to put the next phase of my plan into action. Then you threw me a curve-ball, completely taking me by surprise… A rather pleasant and advantageous surprise as it turned out.

Feeling you were now in a secure enough situation, you expressed to me one of your more, deeply rooted kinks. Something you found particularly arousing, and had often fantasized about experiencing… Pregnancy!

I had to admit, the thought of breeding you was greatly appealing to me, and a delightful bonus I had not anticipated. However, there was just one, little catch.

True to your self-indulgent, self-serving nature, you were eager to experience pregnancy and all of it’s alluring, inherent, physical sensations and pleasures. But you didn’t want to be pinned down by the burden of motherhood, or the responsibility of having to raise a child.

Which frankly, was fine with me, I really didn’t see children fitting in to the life I had planned for you… And if I’m being perfectly honest, you are far too lazy and self-absorbed for such a responsibility. I mean, you aren’t even really capable of taking care of yourself, let alone, raising a child. It would have been just another burden that would have fallen upon someone else.

So after some consideration and brief discussion, it was decided that I would impregnate you, and upon birth, the child would be put up for adoption to a good, loving and deserving couple. Arrangements were made, and thus, the next phase of your journey began.

You were extremely fertile, the pregnancy took almost immediately, and it was no holds barred from that point on. You became increasingly dependent, apathetic and ravenous, continuing to grow even faster than before. You weren’t just eating for two, you were eating as if you were nurturing a basketball team in your belly, piling on nearly one-hundred pounds with your first litter. Ballooning dramatically from a portly, one-hundred and eighty-nine pounds, to a downright tubby, two-hundred and eighty-six.

Which I am by no means implying was a bad thing… Far from it! I couldn’t have been happier.

Such weight gain is not at all unheard of in pregnant women, particularly for those experiencing their first pregnancy. But witnessing such expedient growth first hand was a true pleasure. Your resulting expansion was greater than I could have hoped for.

Your thighs thickened delightfully, as did your hips and ass, fairly common regions of weight accumulation during pregnancy. But much to my absolute joy, your most striking gains occurred in your belly and udders. Your belly swelled and rounded, not only with the life growing within it, but also with a profound accumulation of fat. The rapid rate at which it expanded, keeping it stretched smooth, taut and delightfully round. Making you appear as if you were carrying multiple little ones in your belly, rather than merely one.

The growth of your already sizable udders was another delightful bonus for me. Not to be overshadowed by your rapidly swelling belly, they nearly doubled in size over the course of your first litter. Hanging full and heavy, sagging provocatively over the sides of your hugely distended belly, and producing an impressive quantity of milk.

I couldn’t have been more pleased with the way you were fattening up. Your body blossomed and swelled beautifully, not to mention the fact that you were hornier than ever.

You absolutely loved being pregnant, and it agreed with you. Though, I know you could have done without the experience of labor, that’s far too painful and strenuous an experience for a pig of your minimalistic ambition. But the stretching out that resulted did make the delivery of your subsequent litters far easier.

I will say, the adopting couple was overjoyed to finally have a child to raise as their own. It may be the only noble, selfless thing you’ve ever done pig. “Chuckle.” Well, selfless to a point. You did accept the money offered as birth mother expense reimbursement.

You loved the experience so much, you wanted to be bred again… Immediately! Well, after all, who was I to deny the prospect of seeing you willingly and quite joyfully gorge yourself even bigger. You were doing all of my work for me. All I had to do was enable you, and make sure you had access to anything you wanted. Then, I just sat back and watched you enthusiastically stuff yourself and balloon like some sexy, overinflated, blow up, fuck doll.

For you, there was also the added incentive of realizing just how lucrative being a surrogate, birth mother could be. Not that you really needed the extra money, I have plenty to meet all of your needs. But it is quite plainly part of your greedy, opportunistic nature, you just can’t help yourself.

It completely blew your simple, little, pleasure-centric, gluttony hazed mind that you could get paid to lounge around, indulging yourself, and all you had to do was carry a baby around in your oversized belly for nine months.

I didn’t even bother trying to make you comprehend, that’s exactly what I have been doing all this time. You know… Providing for you, completely supporting your fat, lazy ass, paying ALL your expenses! Ugh! Look who I’m talking to, you probably still don’t get it. I mean, you really are just a dumb, fat pig, aren’t you?

But, I just let you have your fun, and see things however your simple, little, pig brain wanted to see them. Besides, it’s really the only kind of gainful employment a lazy, greedy sow like you is capable of.

With the exception, of course, of becoming an online, fatty sex worker. Posting lewd photographs and videos of yourself all over the internet, accepting money from would-be feeders who pay girls to gorge themselves into morbid obesity for their entertainment and arousal.

To be honest, if you had chosen to make just such a public spectacle of yourself, you would have made a fortune. Those internet voyeurs would have paid big bucks to see a fat, fecund sow glutting herself and waggling her fat ass for their enjoyment.

Oh, who am I kidding, even that would have been too much work for you. You would have needed someone to not only take pictures and videos for you, but to post them as well, and then manage your pay sites. All you really ever want to do is stuff yourself silly and get yourself off. That is what you are best at, isn’t it pig?

But I digress… Back to the tale of my greedy, ignorant sow.

For the next, nearly, two years, you devoted yourself to becoming a gluttonous, lounging, pampered baby factory… Continuing to indulge and gorge yourself bigger and bigger. The gains that resulted from your second and third litters were not nearly as dramatic as with your first, but still respectable. I suppose your initial, nearly hundred-pound gain could be largely attributable to the shift in hormones and the dramatic engorging of your udders.

By the time you carried your third litter, a set of twins this time, your belly had swollen to enormous proportions. You looked as if you were lugging around a giant-sized beach ball in front of you, but that spherical, stretch-mark webbed mass was hardly filled with air. That gargantuan gut was swollen full of fat, babies, and whatever you could manage to get your hands on to shove in your face. You were quite a sight, the very living embodiment of an exaggerated fertility idol.

Your laziness and dependency reached an all time high, expecting an even greater level of attentiveness, refusing to do anything for yourself. You were living the life of a self proclaimed queen… A brood queen.

My poor housekeeper, Louisa, who has been with me for years, looking after the house and taking care of the cooking… You ran her absolutely ragged. Cleaning up after all of your messes, tending to all of your dirty dishes, picking up all of your emptied, discarded wrappers, bags, containers and bottles.

You would expect her to drop everything just to prepare you special, between meal snacks and goodies, or to run out at a moments notice and pick something up to satisfy your cravings. Calling upon her to bring things to you, simply because you were too lazy to get up and do it yourself. You’ve used her as you’re personal servant.

As if all of that weren’t enough, you even impose upon her to massage your swollen, groaning belly when you overindulge, or get down and rub your tired, aching feet. Let’s see, how does she say it again? Ah yes… Your fat, lazy, peeg’s feet, she calls them. “Chuckle.” It’s so cute the way she says it with her fiery, Latina accent.

I have to admit, I never did quite understand your need for foot rubs, the only time you did any walking is when you waddled your way from the bed, down the hall, to plop your fat ass down on the sofa in front of the TV. You wouldn’t even get up and waddle to the kitchen to fetch your own snacks anymore.

The only other walking, excuse me, WADDLING, you ever did, was the occasional trip to the bathroom. Which I’m sure if you could have found someone to do that for you, you would have.

Overworked and exasperated, Louisa has threatened to walk out numerous times. But, I have compensated her well for the extra duties that you have imposed upon her and assured her things would get better.

I of course have done my share of waiting upon you hand and foot as well. But I am not complaining, I have done it all quite gladly. You have become everything I wanted you to be, and more.

Well, barely more than a few months into carrying your third litter, you didn’t even care to leave the house anymore, or go out to eat… Complaining that it was too much effort, and far to fatiguing. You opted instead for ordering takeout from your favorite restaurants and fast food establishments, relying upon delivery, or resorting to asking Louisa or I to run and pick it up.

Naturally, all of those take-out orders and fast-food fixes were consumed in addition to the regular meals, snacks and treats Louisa prepared… You never passed up an opportunity to eat. Of course, whenever I ran out to pick up food for you, I would always bring back some extra treat that you hadn’t even expected. You always loved that, didn’t you pig?

No, you preferred to just lay around in your big, fuzzy bathrobe with your enormous belly hanging out. It was far too laborious and exhausting for you to have to get dressed and ready to go out anywhere. Not to mention the fact that the only thing that might fit you decently anymore was something the likes of a huge muumuu, or some manner of enormous, tent-like sundress.

By your third trimester you hardly even bothered to get out of bed, getting up only when it was absolutely necessary… Bathroom trips, bathing, having the bed linens changed, and such. All accompanied by plenty of griping to be sure.

You asked me to have a big screen TV mounted in the bedroom for you, along with a mini fridge and a rolling, bedside, serving table. All of which I provided quite gladly, along with numerous other amenities to make your increasingly sedentary lifestyle more comfortable, pleasurable and irresistibly addicting.

Your days were spent laying upon mounds of pillows, expecting everyone to wait upon you hand and foot. By everyone, I of course mean Luisa and I. You had reached the pinnacle of gluttonous, lethargic, laziness.

Having completely outgrown your favorite, fuzzy, pink robe, You didn’t even bother to put on clothes anymore, becoming completely indifferent as to whether Louisa saw you naked. You no longer had any shame or sense of dignity at all. The only thing that covered you, were the crumbs, dribbles and remnants of your previous gorgings that had missed your mouth.

What has it been now, nearly a year since you wore any kind of actual clothing? Well, you needn’t worry yourself my gluttonous, lazy, minimalist pig, you will never have to concern yourself with wearing clothes ever again. After all, pigs don’t wear clothes, do they? No, of course they don’t.

“Chuckle.” You cringe every time I refer to you as pig or sow. But after all, that is what you are… A dumb, fat, lazy, greedy, gluttonous SOW! A pig, a hog, a swine. You have proven it time and time again, and of course, now that you’ve been well bred, the designation of SOW is quite appropriate and fitting. Well, you’re just going to have to get used to it, because that is how you will be addressed and referred to from here on, my greedy, ignorant SOW!

Now-now pig, settle down. I assure you any attempts to free yourself from the restraints are quite in vain… You’re not going anywhere. So there’s no point in straining yourself. Just sit back, relax and allow me to continue spinning my scintillating recollection of how you came to be in this predicament.

Having farrowed your third litter, you decided you wanted to take a little break from procreating. After all, you had been nearly constantly gravid for more than two and a half years, and to be honest, I don’t think Louisa could have taken a fourth round of your demands, mood swings, neediness and incessant cravings.

As for me, well, I have to say, it was quite a delightful treat, fucking such a big, fat, lazy, fecund sow, watching your immense, gravid belly and milk gorged, dribbling udders wobble and sway with each thrust. Not to mention, you squeal divinely, just like a true, rutting pig. I will miss those special moments… But, it is time now to move on to other things.

Part 2: The Sow’s Embarrassing Epiphany

The combination of your multiple litters and your unbridled, lustful gluttony has had quite a lasting impact upon your figure. Did you ever stop at any point to consider just how immensely fat you were getting pig?.. Or how much you weighed?

Never mind, you can’t answer with your mouth gagged. Besides, the questions are rhetorical. Clearly, you never gave either a moment’s thought, you were far too busy indulging and enjoying yourself to be concerned over a little bit of gained weight, or some silly, abstract numbers.

I of course said nothing about it, avoiding bringing any attention to your weight at all. Instead, simply showering you with compliments and attention, telling you how beautiful you were, how happy you made me, and urging you to enjoy the experience to it’s fullest. Indirectly, yet, quite effectively, encouraging and reinforcing all of your indulgent, gluttonous behaviors.

I made certain there were no scales in the house, just to avoid any possible distractions from your gluttonous, indulgent endeavors. Not that you could have even seen past that enormous, fucking gut to read the results without someone’s help. However, I did have one built in to the very bed you are lying upon now, just so I could keep track of your progress. It sends your weight directly to my phone right here.

For the record, you currently weigh three-hundred and eighty-seven pounds. Nearly two and a half times what you weighed the day you moved in. Quite fat by most peoples standards… However, still rather scrawny for a properly fattened sow.

Not your highest weight by the way. Just prior to dropping your third litter, you topped out at just under four-hundred and ten pounds. I was elated when you broke four-hundred. But sadly, some loss was to be expected as a result of farrowing your load. Not to worry though pig, you’ll be getting back that lost weight very soon… And then some!

Mirrors were my other big concern, it would have been nearly impossible to avoid having you see your reflection at some point. But luckily, you would simply stand and gaze proudly at your increasingly gravid gut, stroking it affectionately and grinning dumbly. The fact that the rest of you had more than doubled in size never seemed to concern you.

I suppose I have your constant, gluttony induced, semi-stuporous state and endorphin fogged euphoria to partially thank for that.

But, things worked out just the way they were meant to. It was quite enjoyable sitting back and watching you willingly, and quite joyfully blow up like a parade balloon.

The fact of the matter is, I think you are actually quite comfortable with what you’ve become, and truly enjoy being a fat, gluttonous, opportunistic whore. Certainly, such self acceptance serves to alleviate any guilt that could arise from your greedy over-indulgence and the resulting, tremendous weight gain. But honestly, you don’t have an ounce of guilt or shame, do you pig?

I must confess however, that it wasn’t all your doing, not entirely. I did help you along a bit, peripherally. Certainly, your greedy, gluttonous nature provided the foundation. I simply ensured that your innate, habitual behaviors would be stimulated to their maximum potential. From the day you moved in, your food has been laced with a combination of powerful appetite stimulants and potent aphrodisiacs to make certain that you remained perpetually hungry and aroused.

Your food has also contained a bit of herbal narcotic, not a terribly heavy dose, I didn’t want you completely blasted out of your mind… You’re lazy and incapable enough as it is. You were given just enough to keep you relaxed, feeling good, and lower your inhibitions, as well as fog your ability to reason and rationalize. We didn’t want common sense, or any hint of self control that you may have had interfering with your pleasure and indulgence now, did we? Of course, it also serves quite conveniently, as an additional form of appetite enhancer.

Once the levels had built up in your system, your addictions began to take hold and dictate your behavior. Then, your own desire to become impregnated provided the catalyst that propelled your insatiable, gluttonous nature to unbridled levels. You sealed your own doom with each and every delicious, irresistible bite that you shoved into your gaping mouth, you greedy, ignorant pig.

Surely you’ve noticed the effects, even if you weren’t consciously aware of them. That insatiable hunger that you can never seem to completely satisfy. The constant longing between your legs, your stiff, erect teats endlessly craving attention, the heightened sensitivity in all your erogenous regions. All the while, the only thought occupying your simple, pig mind is MORE! Not even a conscious thought really, but rather, a subconscious compulsion… More food, more sex, more pleasure.

Louisa and I have watched silently and discretely, numerous times, as you’ve lounged on the sofa gorging yourself. Once you begin eating, you just can’t seem to stop. Lost in the pleasure of indulgence and seeking to satisfy your insatiable hunger, you truly have no desire to stop.

You eat and eat until you’re stuffed so full you couldn’t swallow another bite, even though, deep down inside, you still crave more. Then, gasping for breath under the pressure of your heavily packed belly, belching and moaning, you slide your hand down between your legs and feverishly masturbate yourself to climax. Waves of endorphins course through your body, rewarding you for your gluttonous, indulgent behavior as you drift off into a post-gorging nap. Then, you awaken a short time later, and the quest to sate your bodily desires begins all over again.

But it all feels so good, doesn’t it pig?

Just a little over a week ago, we watched as you lay there, desperate to satisfy as many urges simultaneously as you could. The breast pump sucking away at your engorged teats, stimulating them as they drew the milk from your udders. One hand busily shoving food into your greedy mouth, while the other, rubbed away between your sopping thighs. It was quite an obscene and entertaining display.

You can’t help yourself, you can no longer resist the urge to gorge and pleasure yourself even if you wanted to. You’ve become a slave to your own body’s desires, and you’ve done it all to yourself for the most part. As I’ve pointed out, all I have done is enable you, and provide a little help to enhance your experience. You took the opportunity and ran with it, so to speak.

Speaking of your udders, just look how enormously swollen and heavy they have become. On those rare occasions when you’re not busy satisfying your various compulsions, you may have wondered why your lactation hasn’t slowed, or begun to dry up. Well, to be perfectly honest, the pills the doctor supposedly prescribed for you… They are simply placebos. I have actually been loading your food with supplements to help increase your production.

Louisa often asks me if you’re actually a mindless, greedy pig, or really, just a big, fat, dumb cow. “Chuckle.” Well, you certainly moan like a fucking cow when I suckle your teats or milk you by hand… Don’t you pig?

Your fat, floppy, sagging milk tanks are far too much fun to give up… I will never allow you to stop milking. Your udders already produce an impressive volume of milk, but I plan to push your glorious udders as far as they will go. I am certain these whopping milk bags of yours are capable of far greater production, and I am going to provide plenty of stimulation and incentive to push them to do so. By the time I’m done working on them, you’ll put a cow to shame.

I have acquired a commercial grade milking machine, which you will find yourself hooked up to regularly. I have quite a rigorous schedule planned for you, these engorged teats of yours are going to be worked overtime, simulating an extremely high demand in order to increase your production.

Oh, my greedy, ignorant sow. You see, it was all by design, just as I had intended.

The part I find endlessly amusing, is that all this time, you thought that you were the one in control, calling the shots and manipulating the situation. The one taking advantage of an opportunity that had fallen in your lap, and getting everything you wanted.

I know how you thought you had found a man who would give you anything you desired, and satisfy your every whim. Provide you with the house of your dreams, complete with a housekeeper to tend to the menial tasks, leaving you free to live a carefree life of leisure, indulgence and pleasure.

I’ve known what you’ve been up to all along pig… I’ve read it all in this little book. Yes, that’s right, I’ve read your diary.

Oh, stop trying to look so indignant and betrayed. I have completely supported your lazy ass all this time. You belong to me now, you are my property, my pig, and you have no secrets from me.

But seriously, I hardly needed a book to be able to see through your greedy, self serving agenda. Your motives are as plain and obvious as that whopping, pot belly in front of you.

Though I am surprised you found the time to keep a diary. What, with your busy schedule of laying around, stuffing your face, pleasuring yourself and napping. “Chuckle.”

I have to say, I do admire your ambitions, but I’m a little disappointed that you thought, as you wrote here. “I was an overly generous, gullible sap, a desperately lonely man, willing to give and do anything to have a woman in his life.” Oh, and this part here, where you state. “You are certain that you could talk me into anything, get me to do, or give you anything you wanted.“ You also refer to me as. "A pathetic pushover.”

"Chuckle.” Oh my dear, greedy, ignorant sow, I’m afraid you’ve misjudged me.

You even had the audacity here, to refer to Louisa as. “Slow, lazy and dim witted.” My-my, now if that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black… And after all she’s done for you.

Then there was this entry… Ah yes, here it is right here, where you state your intentions quite clearly… Allow me to paraphrase. “You had found the ideal situation, a doting, wealthy man with a beautiful, luxurious home and a servant to do all the dirty work. You had no obligations or responsibilities, nothing to do but lay around, watch TV, play video games, eat all the delicious food you wanted and get anything your heart desired. You were living the good life and you intended to milk it for all it was worth.”

Well, you certainly have done quite a good job of doing just that, haven’t you pig?

I also find your “milking” analogy quite ironic, since I am now going to have the opportunity to milk you, for all your worth… But that only seems fair, don’t you agree pig?

It is quite an interesting read. Of course, you haven’t made an entry in well over a year now. You’ve been far too busy reaping the spoils of your conquest, haven’t you pig? “Chuckle.”

All this time you thought you were the one pulling the strings. Thought you had me wrapped around your plump, little finger. When in fact it was you who was being groomed all along, being prepared, conditioned, set up for this very moment, for your ultimate purpose.

You didn’t come into my life by chance, you were hand picked. I had wined and dined numerous women until I found the perfect one to suit my needs. Once I had found you, all I had to do was lay the bait, lure you in, and you came to me willingly, quite eagerly in fact.

For the past three years you’ve been living life as a spoiled, pampered princess. Getting whatever you want, whenever you want it, and taking full advantage of your situation… Because I allowed you to. But that all changes, NOW!

You’ve had a good run, but now it’s time you began serving the purpose for which you have been chosen and prepared, the purpose for which you have been destined… Instead of simply laying back and expecting everyone to serve yourdesires.

You’ve been placed in an ideal environment to allow your compulsions to flourish, and given unlimited access to all that you desire. You’ve been bred like a good, fertile, little sow, and conditioned to crave a life of leisure and overindulgence. Your addictions and appetites have been nourished, nurtured and cultivated to ensure complete submission and resignation. Now it’s time to reveal where all of this has been leading… Time for me to get what Iwant!

After farrowing your latest litter some four weeks ago, you’ve continued freely sating your appetites, indulging your cravings at will, with continued disregard over a few pounds here or there. But it seems perhaps you have become rather comfortable and pacified at your current size… A fat, spoiled, contented pig. Your weight has stabilized somewhat, in fact, your gaining has slowed significantly… You seem to have hit a plateau.

I’m afraid that’s unacceptable.

For the past two weeks I’ve been gradually increasing your dosage of appetite stimulants, pushing your hunger to greater levels, priming your appetite. Which culminated in your little, out of control glutting this morning. You ate like such a good pig, gorging yourself until you lost consciousness, I was quite proud of you. That’s the devotion to gluttony I’ve been looking for from you, the level of commitment that I expect from you… Always!

It’s true, up to this point, you have done quite a good job of fattening yourself up, and I have been content to sit back and let things run their course. But now it’s time for me to intervene and step things up a bit, move on to the next phase of your journey, and take an active role in your feeding.

You may think you’ve fattened up quite a bit already… But you are going to find that my idea of “fattened up“ is something a bit more grand.

Part 3: Weighty Expectations & Plans for the Sow

Ah, good, you’re here, perfect timing. Please, come in… It’s time the two of you were properlyintroduced.

Now pig, I have another surprise for you.

Of course you already know our adorable, little, Spanish housekeeper and cook, Louisa… And this lovely lady, is Alyssa… Or rather, Mistress Alyssa, as you will come to know her. She is an avid feeder and quite Dominant, specializing in the training and fattening of pigs. She is going to be your personal, live in trainer, as it were. Here to assist me in making a true, prize sow of you.

Alyssa and I have been very good friends for quite some time, and we’ve been waiting for just such an opportunity. Waiting for the right, dumb, gluttonous pig to come along, a greedy, ignorant sow, whom we could have some fun with, and use to satisfy our, rather unconventional desires… And here you are.

If you haven’t already figured it out, I am your Master, your Feeder, your Owner. You, are my pig, my sow, my plaything, my property… To be trained, conditioned and refined to suit my tastes, physically augmented and enhanced for my pleasure, and used as I see fit.

Just to make things clear pig, your purpose is to please me, serve my will and satisfy my desires. My desire is to use you for my enjoyment, to feed you until you are glutted beyond all reason, and see you grow unimaginably huge… That would please me greatly.

Louisa will be joining in on the fun as well, and from now on, she is, Miss Louisa to you. She has demanded an opportunity to give, as well as she got, and help make sure the pig princess gets all she deserves. Well, of course, I had to agree to her demands, I’d surely hate to lose such a good housekeeper and cook. Not to mention the fact, that she is willing to overlook my rather unconventional hobbies. Good help like that is rather hard to find.

Frankly, I was thrilled when she expressed a desire to help fatten you up. After all the aggravation you caused her, I didn’t think she would want to have anything more to do with you. But, she has offered to prepare you plenty of your favorite, fattening snacks and treats to keep you busy and tide you over between meals. I thought that was a very nice gesture on her part… Don’t you agree pig?

I expect you to show both these lovely ladies the proper respect, obedience and devotion. They are not here to serve your needs, desires or pleasure, they are here to assist and ensure mine. You will promptly obey any command they give you and eagerly comply with their wishes. Defying either of them, is the same as defying me.

I’ve promised Louisa a hefty bonus if she can help us push you over the five-hundred pound mark by the end of the year… So you know she’s motivated to see it happen. I’m sure she will make certain that you receive plenty of extra, little treats.

That gives us just a little more than six months to put over one-hundred pounds on you. You managed to put on almost one-hundred in nine months all on your own, so I’m sure it’s quite doable. It’s going to take some serious feeding to get you there, but between the three of us, I’m certain we can manage it.

Of course five-hundred is just the first, short term goal. There will be numerous, other goals and milestones to achieve along the way. There may be daily, weekly, or even monthly quotas to meet, or sometimes, it could be as simple as a set goal for a given feeding.

Having goals makes the getting there all the more fun and enjoyable… Don’t you agree pig? It sets a benchmark for you to achieve, so you will always know what we expect of you. Of course, because you want to be a good pig and please your Master, and show all of your feeders how much you appreciate all that they do for you, you will always want to meet and surpass the expectations that are set for you… Isn’t that right pig? "Chuckle.”

Since we are on the topic of expectations… My expectations of you are quite simple pig. You will do as you are told, and you will obey promptly!

You will be expected to consume every bit of food that is prepared and placed before you, or offered to you, and I assure you, the variety, regularity and portions will be quite generous. You already know what an amazing cook Louisa is. Well, Alyssa and I are no slouches in the kitchen either, and there is of course, the vast assortment of fast food, take out and delivery options that are available. So there will always be plenty of food to keep you busy and ensure that you fatten up nicely.

Just to keep things fun and interesting, we have numerous methods and devices that we will employ to feed you. We of course have the customary funnels, hoses and feeding gags one would expect to find in a feeder’s arsenal, as well as a variety of mechanical, pressurized and gravity assisted feeding systems… Just to name a few.

Of course, there is always good, old hand feeding. Though it is certainly not the most expedient or efficient method of getting your pig filled up, it is truly, such a fulfilling, intimate way to bond with your pig.

We also have an entertaining assortment of restraints and play equipment… Racks, stanchions, suspension harnesses and even a feeding chair… Plenty of toys, devices and implements to have fun with.

Speaking of which, I promised Louisa she could feed you from a trough like the greedy sow that you are. Doesn’t that sound like fun pig? I know Louisa is really looking forward to it. There will be plenty of other fun, feeding activities as well, and of course, there will always be fresh, new ideas that will crop up along the way.

As long as you are a good pig and eat all that is expected of you, we may often allow you to feed yourself, so that you may enjoy and savor all the delicious foods, snacks and treats we have in store for you. However, if you are a disobedient pig, or refuse to eat all that we expect, we will resort to more invasive feeding methods, some of which can be rather unpleasant and even, um… Let’s just say, uncomfortable.

Likewise, If you are a good pig, and do as you are told, you will be rewarded. Belly rubs, sexual and sensual pleasures, even special privileges. However, if you are a bad, disobedient pig, or fail to comply with anything that is expected of you, you will be punished.

The form and severity of punishment will be completely at our discretion, and no form of punishment is off the table. Just to give you some idea, a punishment could be as simple as a paddling, or as painful and grueling as a long term, sustained overfeeding, or being denied milking for an extended period of time.

This experience can be enjoyable and pleasurable, or it can be miserable and grueling… The choice is entirely up to you pig. But one way or another, you WILL perform up to our expectations.

Oh, don’t look so horrified pig, this doesn’t have to go badly for you. As long as you comply with all that is expected of you, obediently and without hesitation, this can be a highly enjoyable and pleasurable journey into excessive overindulgence, if you let it.

Expectations are a fact of life, as are the consequences for failing to meet those expectations. The threat of punishment serves to provide you with incentive, as well as to motivate you, and help you focus upon what is expected of you.

As simple and carefree as your life has become already, you’ll be excited to know that we will be streamlining and simplifying your life even further. We will be making all of your decisions for you. We will dictate and direct your every move, action and activity, every moment of the day. You won’t have to think at all any more, leaving you free to focus entirely upon the things you enjoy most… Laying around, eating, sexual gratification, napping and of course the pursuit of excessive, indulgent pleasures in general.

You will remain here, in this room for now, but in a few days, you will be moved to another portion of the house, to a much larger space. I am having your new pen outfitted with all the necessary equipment so that we may handle your growing needs for the foreseeable future. The overhead hoist system is being installed over the next, couple of days, then we can move the rest of the equipment in and get you set up in there.

For now, you will remain restrained, fettered, chained or otherwise confined at all times, until such time as you have grown so fat and helpless that you can no longer get around on your own. After all, we can’t have you trying to run off and spoiling all of our fun, now can we?

Besides, we are located in the middle of a heavily wooded, one-hundred acre estate. Even in your current condition, how far would you get, really? You have enough trouble just trying to waddle to the living room sofa.

Yes, of course you will be losing your freedom and independence, no longer able to exercise your own free will, or have any control over your destiny. But then, destiny is destiny, isn’t it pig? Ultimately you end up there whether you want to or not.

But after all, you’re going to be getting everything you always wanted. You will enjoy a complete life of leisure, with nothing to do but lay around, basking in the pleasures of excess, as you are fed all the delicious, indulgent food you could ever want. There will always be someone to take complete care of you and tend to your every need.

You’ll have no responsibilities, burdens, or obligations whatsoever. Except of course for the responsibility of stuffing your fat, greedy face to our satisfaction, and growing absolutely enormous for us. But you’ll hardly have to expend any effort in that regard. One of us will always be there to make sure that you eat all that is expected of you. As I said pig… One way, or another.

What more could a greedy, ignorant sow like you want out of life?

As you are indeed lazy and basically incapable of doing anything for yourself, I have no doubt that the prospect of simply lying in bed and being fed, while we tend to your every need may sound quite appealing to you. But you are not immobile… At least, not yet. We will be getting you up and out of bed for many fun activities. You have many months of diminishing mobility left ahead of you, and we want to take full advantage of that. I do so love you’re adorable, lumbering, undulating waddle, and I want to enjoy it while I can. We have many fun activities planned to indulge your compulsions and addictions… While satisfying our desires as well.

We will also be relieving you of the tedious burden of having to get up and use the bathroom. A system of hoses, tubes and pumps will be managing your waste needs from now on. On the occasions that we get you up out of bed to move you around, or have some fun with you, a system of plugs will be implemented to make sure you don’t create any… Undesirable messes.

There will be one other significant change to your daily regimen. Instead of the casual, irregular, eat, masturbate, nap, wake up and eat again routine you have become accustomed to. You will be placed on a strict feeding schedule, to ensure there is a steady surplus of calories coursing through your generously overfed gut at all times.

We all know how much you love to eat pig. Well, we’re going to be stretching this belly of yours out real good for you… Then you’ll really be able to pack it away. Soon you’ll be putting away two, even three times what you do now. You’ll be in hog heaven, just laying around with your whopping belly obscenely distended and continuously stretched full and taut.

Between the three of us, you will be receiving feedings every four hours, day and night to begin with, plus snacks and treats in between of course. We can’t have our pig going hungry. Then, as things progress we will increase to feedings every three hours… And so on. Until eventually, one feeding begins to blend into the next, and you are placed on continuous, round the clock feeding. Oh, don’t worry my greedy, ignorant sow, you will still have plenty of opportunity to sleep and nap. We have methods of feeding you even when you are unconscious.

We are going to be keeping this huge, greedy belly of yours very busy, and VERY well fed.

Along with your regular feedings, we will also be administering a regimen of heavily concentrated, high calorie, tube feedings to ensure that you are consuming the maximum amount each day. These gainer shakes, or, calorie bombs as they are often called, will help push your limits and assist in continuously increasing your capacity.

You will also be receiving special, calorie rich rectal feedings, or enemas, to use the colloquial term, to take advantage of every bit of calorie absorbing space inside of you. After all, if there’s a way to help you consume even more, why not exploit it. Alyssa has some fantastic rectal feeding recipes… I can’t wait for her to try them out on you.

I know how much you enjoy being nice and full, how much you love the unique pleasure, arousal and euphoria of being stuffed and stretched to your limits. But I assure you pig, you truly have no idea. You will come to know an all new definition of FULL! A fullness you can scarcely conceive until you’ve experienced it.

Yes, my greedy, ignorant sow, we are going to be giving this big, greedy belly of yours quite a workout.

Seriously now, why do you insist upon trying to make such a fuss? You know with the feeding gag stuffed in your mouth, we can’t understand any of your muffled ramblings. Which I am certain if we ask Louisa, is a welcome relief. No one is interested in hearing anything you have to say at this point. In fact, everyone is tired of hearing your whining, bitching, complaining and demands… A situation which we intend to remedy.

To put it quite simply, pigs don’t talk. You will be trained to communicate and express your needs and desires through grunts, squeals and oinks, like a proper pig. Outside of the customary moaning, groaning and whimpering, any use of intelligible words will be met with swift and severe punishment.

I wouldn’t worry yourself over it too much though pig, it’s not going to be as hard to refrain from talking as you think. The majority of your waking hours, your mouth is going to be filled with food. When your mouth isn’t occupied eating, being used for our pleasure, or otherwise filled with a tube, gag, or a funnel. I expect you will be far too full to utter much more than a chorus of profoundly overindulged moans, groans, whimpers and belches anyway.

But, if you prove yourself unable to follow these basic rules, we will simply pack you so full, you’ll scarcely be able to emit so much as a faint, incoherent, droning squeak… So do yourself a favor pig… Unless it’s feeding time, keep your snout shut!

There now, see, you can be a good, docile, obedient pig when you try.

Part 4: Horrifyingly Humiliating Revelations

Alyssa has been a little disappointed that I have postponed our plans for the past two and a half years while you explored the pleasures of being bred. But I hadn’t expected to have a gravid, gluttonous sow at my disposal for my enjoyment, and I wanted to see just how far you would go on your own. Needless to say, she is quite eager to have her opportunity and make up for lost time. She has some wonderfully creative ideas, and can’t wait to get started working on you. I’m sure the two of you are going to have a lot of fun together, as no doubt, are we all.

I have been in close contact with Alyssa throughout your journey to becoming a complete and utter sow. She has been kept up to date on all of your progress, exchanging ideas, discussing your dosages, tracking your stats, as well as sharing numerous pictures and videos of your gluttonous escapades. She has thoroughly enjoyed watching your descent into shameless self indulgence and gluttonous excess.

Ah yes, of course, you had no knowledge of the cameras hidden throughout the house, watching and recording your every move, or rather, lack of movement, as is most often the case. “Chuckle.” I have a complete library documenting your descent into utter pigdom.

Now that we are moving on to the primary, feeding and fattening phase of your journey, I may begin uploading and sharing your pictures and videos in a special, exclusive group to which Alyssa and I belong. It’s a private, underground association of pig keepers, feeders, trainers and well, let’s just call them, merchants, who like Alyssa and I, have somewhat more discriminating, unconventional tastes and desires. I know many of the other members would love to see the number you have done on yourself… As well as the work we’re going to be doing on you moving forward.

As I told you earlier, had you put yourself out there as a gluttonous pig-slut for pay, you would have made an absolute fortune. Of course I am not concerned about the revenue it will generate. But, the extra money will help to offset the considerable cost of keeping you properly fed. It also gives others an opportunity to feel as though they have a hand in your feeding and fattening. We can even let the patrons give suggestions, such as: What you should eat, how we should feed you, even propose fun activities that we can do with you.

As things progress, perhaps will even offer the biggest contributors an opportunity to come feed and play with you in person. Maybe we’ll arrange some feeding, play dates with other group members and their pigs, so you can spend some quality time with other hogs and sows like yourself. It might even be interesting to stage some little eating competitions, to see whose pig can consume the most, complete with incentives, rewards and of course, penalties. Who knows, we’ll see, there are so many fun possibilities.

“Chuckle.”

I’ve been waiting to see if the light-bulb of recognition would go off. But you’re such a dense, dumb sow… I guess I’m going to have to spell it out. You have actually met Mistress Alyssa before, quite intimately in fact, though you apparently don’t recognize her. Well, in all fairness, she was wearing a face-mask the entire time. Maybe this will jog your lard-muddled memory… Alyssa had stepped in and played the part of the midwife who conducted your check-ups, and helped deliver each of your litters.

Didn’t you ever think it was a bit odd how touchy-feely she was? The way she was constantly stroking your belly, playing with your udders, purportedly massaging your fat pussy to help loosen you up and prepare you to deliver. “Chuckle.”

Then, there was the way she persisted in massaging and stimulating your clit, suggesting that it would help offset the discomfort of your labor pains. But the real kicker was when she brought you to climax as you delivered, because it would supposedly help you bear down when it was time to drop your litter.

I have complete documentation of all of that, every moment of you farrowing all three of your litters. Those videos will be extremely popular. “Chuckle.” And you thought we were all wearing face-masks for sanitary reasons.

Oh look, the sow is blushing. Such a nice shade of pink, quite suitable for a pig. “Chuckle.” Apparently you do have some sense of shame and personal dignity after all, though it certainly wasn’t evident at the time. You were thoroughly given in to her attentions.

How about when she stuck her hands deep up inside of you to make sure you were thoroughly cleaned out afterward? She was up inside of you a good, long time, don’t you think? But you were too fucking dimwitted and horny to know, or care, whether she was actually clearing out your afterbirth, or just fisting you.

Maybe you would have recognized her sooner if she had just jammed her hand up your fat, pig cunt and started working you like a sock puppet… Hmm pig? “Chuckle.”

Then, afterward, when she hand milked your teats, convincing you that it would release endorphins to help your body calm down, post labor.

But you’re such a dumb, fucking pig, you don’t know any better. She could have talked you into anything. If she would have told you that eating her pussy out and tonguing her ass as you went into labor, would help put your body into birthing rhythm, you would have done it.

At any rate, you certainly seem to enjoy her attentions, and well, I had to give her something. She had been so patient as I held her off, while I allowed you to indulge your fascination with breeding and pregnancy.

I have to say I do admire her restraint, because I know how badly she would have loved to simply have her way with you on those few occasions I afforded her.

But the most hilarious and absurd display was just this past month, while dropping your third litter. She had convinced you that she had read a recent study, whose findings concluded, that consuming huge quantities of chocolate just as you’re going into labor was beneficial. The massive quantity of chocolate, releasing special, natural chemicals into your system, which supposedly helped to regulate and alleviate labor contractions.

So, dumb, greedy pig that you are, you allowed her to hand feed and gorge you with an entire, chocolate cake while she masturbated you to climax. You were gushing in torrents as you glutted down cake and squeezed out your twin litter. All while I worked a huge, vibrating dildo in your ass and stroked your massively distended gut. It was quite a scene, you lying there with your massive, bloated belly jutting out, legs raised and widely spread in makeshift stirrups.

Now, if that isn’t the highlight so far of your journey to becoming a gluttonous, ignorant sow, I don’t know what is.

I have to tell you, I have watched that video over and over again… I will never get tired of it. It’s sure to be a top draw when it gets posted.

Who knows, perhaps we will decide to breed you again. We’ll feed you a nice course of fertility enhancers, and then see if I can’t fuck some quads or quints into that massive, fertile belly of yours… And you know I won’t be doing it for the money, I’ll be doing it for the pure pleasure of it.

Oh spare us the whimpering drama pig… You can’t tell us you wouldn’t love every fucking minute of it! You surely enjoyed it well enough when it was your idea, and you’ve certainly n

So Many Lazy, Greedy Pigs

WARNING: This story is intended for mature readers over the age of 18 only.

WARNING: Contains themes of: Fat, Feeding, Force Feeding, Extreme Obesity & Weight Gain, Humiliation & Degradation, Pig References, Feeder & Feedee, Dominant & submissive, Non Consent, Restraint & Confinement, Sexual Content & Strong Language.

This is a compilation of a few different ideas I had knocking around in my head, that got rolled together into one piece. Written in a gender and orientation ambiguous format.

Synopsis: Just some musings from a Dominant feeder perspective. Ending with what is presumably, a pig’s inaugural feeding at the hands of their new feeder.

So Many Lazy, Greedy Pigs

By The Torture Artist

Scrolling through the Tumblr Feedism community and other such havens for the hefty, the huge, the hoggish, and those who admire them, I see so many, lazy, greedy pigs dreaming of a carefree life of comfort and leisure. A simple existence filled to the brim with inexhaustible plenty and carefree excess. An uninhibited, all you can eat, or rather, all they can get, buffet of food, sex and indulgent pleasures. The ideal, pig-topian fantasy as it were.

They wallow about these internet, fatty repositories, waiting eagerly, hungrily, greedily, to catch the attention of a generous, caring, devoted benefactor who will liberate them of all responsibilities, concerns and burdens. An enabler, who will deliver them into the lap of luxury and a life of boundless, shameless excess.

So many pigs aspire to do little more than lie around, indulging in food and carnal pleasures to their hearts and bellies content. Unabashedly growing fatter, lazier and more dependent with each and every, greedy mouthful. Having not a care in the world beyond how soon their next meal will arrive, and hoping the restaurateur didn’t forget to include extra sauce.

Some desire to become simple house-pigs… Fed, fattened and fucked, all in profuse quantities. Some of them assuming they should be cherished, pampered, spoiled, waited upon hand and foot, even worshiped like royalty.

Others, seeking to be taken in, kept, trained and used as pleasure pets. Re-shaped and conditioned to serve their owners, their feeders, enjoyment. Though ironically, it is most often their own pleasure and enjoyment such lazy, greedy pigs are primarily focused upon and concerned with.

But all of them, presumptuously expecting to be cared for, provided for, pleasured and indulged profusely solely on the merits of their gluttonous charm and burgeoning, corpulent allure. All while someone else provides for their needs, manages and facilitates all other day to day concerns, and picks up the tab for everything.

There are even those minimalistic pigs who strive to take laziness and greed to yet greater levels. Dreaming of being relieved of the arduous, fatiguing chore of chewing, content to simply lay back and suck their gluttonous repast through a funnel.

But it doesn’t stop there, oh’ fuck no! Then there is the ultimate pig fantasy. Being fed by means of a tube lodged in their greedy gullets, continuously pumping fattening, satisfying slop directly into their cavernous stomachs, forgoing even the need to swallow. Their greatest desire to be kept perpetually full, content and comfortable, growing fatter, lazier and more dependent with each passing moment under the ceaseless flow. Having their compulsive need to be fed and fattened satisfied without putting in any work or effort.

Such silly, naive pigs.

Funneling and tube feeding are not intended for the pigs accommodation, luxury or enjoyment. Such activities are for the feeders convenience and pleasure. For those times when the pig has grown too full, exhausted, or simply too lazy to continue eating on their own. When the lazy, greedy pig needs that extra, little push, to be filled up properly. Or of course, as punishment for failing to perform and eat all that is expected of them.

*Sigh*, All of this is understandable I suppose. After all, such is the nature of dumb, lazy, greedy pigs. They are in it to get all that they can, with as little effort on their part as possible. An idealistic and highly desirable arrangement to be sure… At least for the pig.

Well my sweet, dumb, little pigs, I’m afraid that’s not how the world works. As the saying goes… There is no such thing as a free ride. For everything there is a price to be paid, sacrifices to be made, effort to be expended, and a carefree life of leisure and overindulgence is no exception.

You see, such arrangements must be enjoyable and satisfying for your care taker, provider, benefactor or feeder as well. Just being cute, soft, round and perpetually hungry isn’t enough. Dumb, lazy, greedy pigs are a dime a dozen, easy to come by, and just as easily replaced. A good, obedient pig must be willing and able to demonstrate their dedication, prove their value and earn their keep.

Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoy administering a good, thorough funneling or tube feeding as much as the next feeder. But why would any feeder worth their salt settle for simply shoving a hose in some dumb pig, then sit back and watch while the pig just lies there, having their lazy, greedy needs and desires satisfied?

There are far greater pleasures to be had when it comes to feeding and fattening a pig.

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For example:

Nothing compares to the pleasure and control you feel as you groom and grow your pig, training and fattening them to satisfy your desires, transforming them into the prize pig of your dreams. Imposing your dominance and authority over them, encouraging, coercing and forcing them to gorge themselves for your pleasure. Stretching them, increasing their capacity and ensuring their continued growth.

I can’t think of anything more satisfying, enjoyable or arousing than leading a pig to a trough, cuffing them in place and commanding them to EAT! Listening to them grunt and wheeze as they greedily attempt to consume all that you have placed before them. Watching as their big, hanging, wobbling belly swells, growing full, round and taut under your insistence.

Enjoying their gluttonous spectacle as the strain of their exertion causes them to break into a sweat. Their breaths growing increasingly shallow and labored as they struggle under the mounting pressure within their generously overfed gut.

Watching them tremble, fearful of impending punishment should they fail to perform up to your expectations. Then watching in amusement as their eyes widen, first in shock and apprehension, then in horror, as you load their trough with more yet.

Relishing the sweet sounds of their pathetic moans and squeals increase as they gradually become uncomfortably full. The cute little way they whimper and squirm as you push them to gorge beyond their limits.

The joy of taking those special, little moments to tease and humiliate them, poking, prodding and thumping their achingly full, taut belly, making crude observations of just how fat their getting.

Of course, when a pig is gorged to their absolute limits, quivering, aching, gasping for breath and feeling ready to burst… That is the perfect time to taunt and torment them, informing them poignantly, just how enormously fat your going to make them.

Then, with the pig’s feeding completed to your satisfaction, releasing them, watching and listening with amused arousal as they groan in overfed discomfort, cradling their heavily distended bellies, waddling their way ponderously back to the pen to sleep it off.

Nothing is so satisfying as seeing a pig gorged to the point of incapacitation, devastated by their gluttony, unable to do little more than lie there, gasping and groaning incoherently… Am I right?

Taking that moment when the pig wants nothing more than to rest and drift off into a post-gorging coma, deciding to have a bit more fun for yourself. Rolling them onto their backs, straddling them and playing with their groaning, creaking, spherical belly. Enjoying their volatile, distressed condition and having your way with them if you so choose. Perhaps even rewarding them for being a good pig, if they have earned it.

Then leaving them to digest and process the deluge of calories, storing away the excess as fresh, new fat, as you prepare for their next, generous overfeeding.

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These are merely a few examples. There are so many enjoyable, satisfying facets of feeding and fattening a pig. Certainly, there are many pigs who enjoy and desire such things as well, and I want to see every, greedy, lazy pig have the life of leisure and shameless excess they dream of. But only so long as they understand, such pleasure and indulgence comes at their feeders expense and effort, and therefore, at their feeders discretion.

Pigs are too dumb to make their own decisions, they need to be guided, trained, taught their place and corrected when necessary. A pigs only responsibilities are to obey their feeders commands, eat all that is placed before them and grow nice and fat for their feeders pleasure. It’s really not that much to expect in exchange for a carefree life of pleasure and indulgence, is it?

Feeders know what is best for their pigs.

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As for you, my precious, little pig, you are fortunate to have me here. I am going to take control and make sure we both get everything we want.

You expressed to me a desire to be relieved of mundane, day to day burdens and responsibilities. You asked to be taken in, provided with a carefree, leisure life of physical pleasure and gluttonous overindulgence, eager to be generously fed and fattened for our mutual pleasure. You should have seen the greed that glimmered in your eyes when you began to realize the extent of my resources and generosity… You practically begged to become my pig.

Well, I have graciously decided to honor your request. I am going to see that you receive everything that you wanted, in generous abundance. All the attention and physical stimulation you could ever want… And FOOD! Oh’ I am going to stuff you with SO MUCH delicious, fattening food pig! More than you could have possibly imagined… All that you can handle.

Yes my lazy, greedy pig, I am going to see that you receive all of the things you desire most, in copious amounts. But we are going to do it my way!

Why have you stopped eating pig? You are far from finished, and I have not given you permission to take a break!

Shush now! I am not interested in hearing anything you have to say, your input is not required. In fact, there is no need for pigs to speak at all. The only noises I want to hear out of you are grunts, snorts, squeals and the sounds of your trough being promptly emptied.

Now, unless you wish to be punished so soon, I suggest you get that snout back down in that trough and get busy… You can continue to listen while you eat.

I have numerous, fun, feeding and training activities in store to keep you stimulated and very well indulged. I guarantee my methods will challenge you, shape you and transform you into the ideal pig. Not to mention, many generous servings of teasing, humiliation and correction to remind you of your place and to whom you belong. Rest assured pig, I will not allow you to stray from your path. You will become the enormously fat pig that I desire… A perfect, prize pig.

We are going to have so much fun together, and I am going to make you so unimaginably FAT!

What’s that look pig? You aren’t suddenly having second thoughts, are you? Worried that you may have bitten off more than you can chew? Gotten yourself in to more than you bargained for?

Well I’m afraid it’s too late for that my lazy, greedy pig, there’s no going back. You are mine now, so embrace your new life, because you are here for the duration…

Remember, you asked for this.

Oh’ and I know how much lazy, greedy pigs like you, love taking the funnel and tube. It’s kind of a pig fantasy thing, isn’t it? Just lying there, relaxing, being fed with little to no effort on your part. Pigs are always carrying on about it, dreaming of being filled with a funnel, or simply having a tube shoved down their throat, filling them to the brim as they lay there… Silly ass, lazy pigs!

I must admit though, I do find the idea rather appealing myself.

Well don’t you worry, there will be plenty of opportunity for you to laze about being funneled and tube fed between your regular feedings. It is, after all, the ideal way to ensure that you are eating to your full potential… But we will get to that a bit later.

For the time being, you just keep on eating pig… I will let you know when you’ve had enough.

Thank you for taking the time to read my written offering, I hope you enjoyed it.

Constructive comments are welcome on this, or any of my writings. Although I do receive a fair number of likes and an occasional re-post / re-blog, I don’t receive much in the way of feedback. I would enjoy hearing what people think.

WARNING:  This story is intended for mature readers over the age of 18 only.

WARNING:  This one is dark.  This is not going to be for everyone.  Contains themes of: Extreme Obesity & Weight Gain, Excessive Overeating & Feeding, Immobility, Non Consent, Humiliation & Degradation, Piggy, Restraint & Confinement, Horror, Extreme Body Modification, & Sexual References.

Once again, WARNING: dark, turbulent waters ahead, you have been warned.

This relatively short piece was originally intended as my next Appetizer.  However, Appetizers are intended to stimulate and arouse.  I think this offering may elicit a somewhat different reaction from readers.  It was inspired by some brief discussion that took place in a chat room some time ago, and is offered up in the spirit of Halloween.

Synopsis:  An overly zealous feeder offers a novel, but rather drastic proposal to make their piggy’s life easier and less strenuous.

This is not really a story per se, but rather, a feeder’s monologue.

A Little Procedure By The Torture Artist

That’s it piggy . . .

Keep swallowing …

I know it’s a lot, especially on top of all you’ve eaten, but you can take it.  I want you good and full, so I expect you to finish it all … every last drop!  After all, with a capacity like yours, what’s a few more quarts … or so?

Just a bit more to go …

You’re almost done . . .

My, you’ve worked up quite a sweat, haven’t you?  Just breathe, relax and swallow … don’t fight it, let that huge, greedy belly stretch and take it all in.

Here we go now, last few swallows …

Three …

Two …

One …

All done …

Very good piggy!  I knew you could take it all.

I could see you were really struggling to finish those last, couple of quarts, but I know how much my piggy can take, and of course, I do so adore pushing your limits.

You love it too, don’t you piggy?  Being stuffed, stretched and gorged with food, compelled to consume more than you thought possible?  Pushed to eat until you can’t bare to swallow another bite? … Yes, of course you do.

Now just lay your head back, relax and let everything settle, I’m sure you’ll be able to breathe normally again in no time at all.  You know the aching discomfort and nausea comes with the territory, all part of being a greedy, gluttonous piggy, it will subside eventually.

It’s been quite a day hasn’t it?  A very full day of feeding, playing and indulgent pleasures.  I am really quite pleased with how much I was able to pack into you, you’ve eaten sooo much!

I mean, damn, just look at you!  Laying there like a beached, bloated whale, thoroughly incapacitated by your excessive gluttony, so fucking hot.  Those adorable, distressed sounds of your precariously overindulged state, the wheezing, gasping, groaning and squealing . . . such sweet music to my ears.

Yes, I know it hurts a bit.  But it’s necessary to continuously push your limits and increase your capacity, so that you can keep gaining and growing nice and fat for me.  You know the old saying piggy … no pain, no gain.  I wanted today to be special, and make sure that you received a good, thorough stuffing, it’s going to have to last us a while.

Here, let me give you a nice belly rub, that always makes it feel better.

My goodness, you really are full aren’t you? … You’re tight as a drum!  You know how much it turns me on to see you glutted to the limits of your capacity, swollen so big and round, looking like you’re about to burst!  Nothing arouses me more than the sight of a properly glutted pig.

There now, doesn’t that feel better?

While you’re laying there recuperating, digesting and enjoying your belly rub, I want to talk to you about something.  Well, of course I know you can’t talk with the gag and feeding tube stuffed in your mouth, but your input on this isn’t really necessary.  So you just lay there, relax and listen, while I go on massaging your big-ole belly.

You and I both know you’re virtually immobile at this point, you can barely walk anymore, or rather, waddle, to be more accurate.  It’s probably just a matter of a few weeks, or perhaps only mere days, before you can no longer get around on your own at all.  Not that it’s really much of a concern, after all, you have me here to take care of everything for you.  I manage practically all of your needs now as it is.

On the rare occasion that you do attempt to get up and walk, excuse me, I mean waddle, you never make it very far, do you?  The short distance you manage to traverse leaves you sweating, exhausted and out of breath, your massive, lard-pillar legs, aching terribly in the aftermath.  It’s gotten to the point that it’s hardly worth the effort … wouldn’t you agree?

I absolutely adore watching you waddle about, but seriously, it’s become such a struggle for you.  Your legs have become so horrendously fat and ringed with bulging rolls of blubber, you can barely lift your feet off the floor.  Then there’s the insurmountable challenge of trying to push your elephantine legs past one another.

I’m afraid your precious, swaying waddle has become more of a burdensome, wobbling shuffle.  I think we’ve reached the point of diminishing returns. Besides, where are you really going to go anyway?  You have everything you need right here, and whatever you don’t have, I always get for you.

Then there’s your arms, which have become equally cumbersome.  They have grown so laden with fat, you can barely lift them, when you do, you can only manage to keep them raised for a short time.  Of course, when I say raise, I mean you sort of flop your ham-like forearms around a bit, those pillowsack sized upper arms of yours don’t really move, they just lay and undulate atop your billowing side fat.

You can’t actually reach anything with your pudgy, little hands anymore.  Between your massive girth and bloated, conical arms, your belly has become far too vast for you to even reach around.  You haven’t been able to touch your own belly button in ages, barely managing now to stretch your plump, little, sausage fingers any further than your distended sides.  Leaving you to rely upon me for belly rubs and any other attentions your belly requires.

Your udders have become so enormous and elongated, you can no longer reach your own teats.  And when your arms get pinned beneath those whopping, blubber filled milk bags, well then, forget it!  Your arms are rendered useless as can be.

Be honest piggy, It’s become such a struggle to get your hands up to your own face, that feeding yourself has become completely impractical.  Even when you can manage to get something into your mouth, you can’t sustain feeding yourself for very long, so I have to step in and take over. Which I am more than happy to do of course, there’s nothing I enjoy more than feeding my greedy, little piggy.  Besides, You love it when I feed you, don’t you piggy?

As far as pleasuring yourself, well, you haven’t been able to do that in a very long time. Even if you could reach, getting past all the bulging rolls of fat that have accumulated down there is a chore in itself.  It’s a major undertaking just for me to fight my way in there.  Yet another desperate need for which you rely entirely upon me.  Once again, an attention and service that I am more than happy to provide.  I just want to see my precious, little piggy, fat, happy and satisfied in every way.

Why the mournful, sullen look piggy?  I’m simply stating the facts, there’s no point in denying them.  You have nothing to be ashamed of, you’re fucking fat, quite enormous in fact.  You are a gluttonous, greedy pig, and I adore you for it, but it was inevitable that certain things would become more difficult, and even impossible as you continued to balloon.

Therefore, I have made a decision, I’m going to have you undergo a little procedure.

Oh, don’t look so nervous, it’s truly a novel idea and quite practical, you’ll see.

My dear piggy, you’ve become so enormously fat, that your arms and legs have become essentially useless.  Your heart and lungs have to work so hard just to keep pumping blood and oxygen to your bloated, worthless limbs, that it places an unnecessary strain upon you.

Trying to strap you into the harness and lift you with the hoist, so I can clean you, change your linens, or tend to your catheter and waste tube has become cumbersome, tedious and increasingly difficult.  Special rigging is required just to deal with your, overblown and now, impractical limbs.  So much trouble and effort just to deal with dead weight that you can no longer use.  Not to mention the hassle involved when I want to fuck you.

So I’ve decided to have your arms and legs removed … amputated.

You’re trembling! . . . Yes, it is quite a dramatic and exciting proposition, but I’m sure you must agree, very practical.

Now-now, there’s no point in struggling against your bonds, trying to convince me that you can still use your limbs, it’s a futile display.  Seriously, how long can you keep that up before you completely exhaust yourself . . . a few minutes at best?

What are you going to do, prove that you can still get up and walk? … Highly unlikely. As stuffed as you are, you’re as helpless as a turtle on it’s back. Even if you weren’t restrained, and let’s just suppose you could manage to hoist your fat ass up, how far would you get, really?

I think you’re going to find that there will be many advantages to no longer having limbs. Strapping you into a harness to lift and move you is going to be so much easier.  I’m going to be able to roll you around into practically any position I desire and have complete, unobstructed access to all of your orifices.  Fucking you is going to be far more enjoyable and trouble free without having to fight my way between those enormous, blubbery, tree trunk thighs of yours.

Oh, silly piggy, you know I can’t understand you with the feeding tube strapped in your mouth.  It’s nothing but a garble of unintelligible squeals and grunts.  Now stop struggling and just relax, there’s no point in getting yourself all worked up, or wearing yourself out unnecessarily.  This is going to happen, all the arrangements have been made.

Your arms and legs account for more than thirty-seven percent of your total body mass. With them no longer a factor, your heart, lungs and other organs will be able to focus their efforts on supporting and sustaining more vital portions of your body.  Imagine, instead of your body having to process all that food just to fill your useless limbs with fat, now all those excessive calories will go directly to more desirable and esthetically pleasing portions of your body.  You’re going to fatten up tremendously, essentially becoming a belly, udders, and ass with a head, an ever-expanding ball of beautiful blubber, with all of your sexiest attributes intact.

Yes, you will become completely dependent upon me for everything.  But, let’s face facts, that’s practically the case now, isn’t it piggy?

Now, let’s talk about what’s going to happen.  Although a bit of pain and suffering is sometimes necessary for the sake of progress.  You know I hate to see you suffer unnecessarily.  So, I am going to keep you sedated for the next six to eight weeks while you heal.

Your limbs will be surgically removed, leaving a bit of tissue and fat around each of your sockets, which will be formed into attractive, little, puckered orifices.  Something we’ll be able to have a bit of fun with.

I will admit, I’m kind of going to miss you’re cute, pudgy, little sausage fingers and your plump, ham hock feet with their porky, little toes.  But perhaps I will have them preserved and mounted, as a keepsake to mount on the wall.  Or maybe I will preserve them in jars to keep over here on the table … after all, they do pickle pigs feet right?

While you’re sedated and unable to feel any pain or discomfort, I thought I would take advantage of the opportunity and do some intensive stretching and expansion of your stomach and lower GI tract, to increase your capacity.

After all, why not take full advantage of your new, modified body and it’s refocused fat accumulation by increasing your ability to consume.  Imagine piggy, being gorged with more than twice the amount of food you are currently able to take.  You’re going to blow up like a fucking parade balloon.

But don’t worry, I won’t do any serious feeding and fattening until you regain consciousness.  I want us to be able to enjoy your copious consumption and out of control weight gain together.

Gorging you full of food just wouldn’t be the same when you’re unconscious.  I enjoy watching you squirm, feeling you tremble, seeing the growing fear and concern in your eyes as I push more and more down your greedy throat. It would lack much of the enjoyment if I couldn’t hear your wheezing gasps for breath, or your whimpering groans and squeals of distress.

Tears of joy piggy? . . . Yes, the prospects are exciting to be sure, and perhaps a bit overwhelming, but it’s going to be wonderful … you’ll see.

You are going to awaken a completely transformed piggy, redesigned and improved for the sole purpose of consuming massive quantities of food, and growing unimaginably fat.  Your life is going to be simplified, leaving you unconstrained and completely liberated of the burdens and worries of an ordinary, mundane life.  Free to focus entirely upon gorging and indulging in limitless pleasures.  An immobile receptacle dedicated to the boundless pursuit, gratification and burgeoning consequences of excessive overindulgence.

Oh, and don’t worry yourself over the sudden, drastic weight loss.  With the dramatically increased capacity you’re going to have, you’ll pile those pounds back on in the form of fresh, new belly, ass and udder fat in no time at all.

Ah, I see the sedatives that I put in your special shake are starting to work.  I will see you in six to eight weeks my precious, little piggy.  Well, for me it will be many, long weeks, for you, it will be like you did nothing more than fall asleep and wake up the next day.

Even though I will see you every day, I will miss being able to feed and play with you.  At least I can look forward to the satisfaction of conducting your stretching and expansion.  We’re going to have so much fun together when you wake up.  I can hardly wait until my next opportunity to stuff you to the brink.

Nighty-night piggy.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story, I hope you enjoyed it.  I also hope it made you a bit uncomfortable, in a fun and entertaining way.  All in the spirit of Halloween.

Constructive comments are welcome on this, or any of my writings.  Although I do receive a fair number of likes and an occasional re-post / re-blog, I don’t receive much in the way of feedback.  I would enjoy hearing what people think.

Ok, I came up with something quirky and fun in a fantasy / horror vain, with a bit of cheeky humor thrown in.  A while back, in a group that I follow, the subject of pig transformation came up.  Well, you know how I like my piggy girls.  So, I was thinking about pig transformation, then I started thinking about Werewolves, and well, this is what came out of my warped mind.

I love the old, silver-screen era, Horror / Monster film genera, and the more recent remakes they have made in that style, that was my jumping off point. Lol, I can totally hear the voice of Sir Anthony Hopkins giving this narration.

Curse Of The Werepig

By The Torture Artist

Hunger! … Insatiable, ravenous hunger and a boundless lust for food govern this creature.  It is clear, that what we are dealing with here, is a Werepig!

Make no mistake, Werepigism is quite dangerous, very real, and not to be taken lightly by any means.  This, ages old curse has been known to afflict both men and women, young and old, it does not discriminate. In this instance however, our subject is a female, perhaps twenty to thirty years of age from the look of things.

Please allow me, to give to you, some facts.

There is an old, Gypsy poem, passed down through generations, that tells us of this curse.

Even a girl who is pure in diet,

and practices eating light.

May become a pig when delicious temptations abound,

and hunger rages, devouring everything in sight.

A Werepig is a vile, gluttonous beast, driven by one desire, and one desire only. Sating her greedy, ravenous hunger.  In the presence of food, just the scant sight or scent of it, the accursed female becomes stricken with uncontrollable food lust, transforming into a Werepig.

Hell bent to satisfy her voracious hunger, she is drawn to any food present, and begins glutting herself with reckless abandon.  Even the mere thought or mention of food can prove disastrous, compelling the subject to obsessively seek food out, wherever it may be.

The Werepig derives great pleasure from her gorging, not only physical and emotional pleasure, but sexual as well.  Her mounting pleasure driving her to yet greater, gluttonous excesses.

Such episodes come to an end only when the ravenous pig is completely sated and satisfied, having gorged herself to her limits, unable to swallow another bite, and left quivering in the throes of gluttony induced orgasm.

From time to time, a gorging may end prematurely, when the supply of food runs out, and the pig cannot locate more easily, or is too gorged to move and search for more.  Typically such instances end in a squealing, grunting fit of hunger pains, until the exhausted pig finally drifts off into a post gluttonous stupor and passes out.

The accursed will often awaken in her own bed, bloated, swollen and sore, with no memory of what happened.  Only her hugely swollen, aching belly, evidence of what transpired, her face and body smeared with the aftermath of her gluttony.

On occasion, when the pig has glutted herself to the point of incapacitation, she may awaken in the very spot where she gorged herself into unconsciousness, surrounded by the devastation her greedy excess has wrought.  Emptied food containers, boxes, bags, cans, bottles and wrappers scattered all about.  Plates, platters and pans licked spotlessly clean and discarded in the wake of her orgy of gluttony.

Often, the confused, horrified girl will dismiss the episodes as some malady akin to sleep walking, too embarrassed to say anything to anyone, or seek help.  Attempting to remedy the situation with sleep inducing elixirs, diet potions and exercise regimens, none of which of course does any good.  Then, by the time the curse has her fully in it’s grip, it is too late!

There is a further complication due the the fact that our Werepig is female. Should this girl attempt to procreate, her offspring, her piglets, would be born into the Werepig curse, suffering the same afflictions and compulsions as their mother sow.

A Werepig’s appearance is quite distinctive, typically manifesting as a partial, anthropomorphic transformation.  Looking very much human in many respects, with the exception of the elongated, flattened snout, floppy ears, and squiggly tail, characteristic of a common pig.

Varying degrees of transformation have been documented, relatable directly to the voracity of the pig’s hunger.  Such deeper transformations often accompanied by the emergence of multiple teats, the feet and hands morphing into four digit, hooven-like appendages.  

Full, quadrupedal ungulate transformations occurring only when the Werepig is starved and desperate for food.  It is in this form that the Werepig is most aggressive, unpredictable and dangerous.

In her Werepig form, the girl’s appetite and capacity are increased significantly. Leaving the girl massively stuffed and bloated in the aftermath, and thus, keeping her hunger at bay a large portion of the day.

In the early stages, the pig may only feed two, or possibly three times a day. However, as the curse advances and the pigs capacity and appetite increases, so too shall the frequency of her feedings increase.

As a result of her gluttonous repasts, the afflicted will gain weight rapidly. Piling it on by the tens of pounds, by the hundreds, inevitably becoming a horrifyingly obese monster of a girl.

The curse is spread to other victims in two ways, by either being born into it, as previously mentioned, or, via the bite of a Werepig.  Such bites are typically accidental, caused by someone getting too close while the pig is feeding.

Unless starved, the pig is generally non violent, primarily focussing her full attention upon gorging.  She will not attack unless provoked, or if perhaps you are holding a turkey drumstick, a piece of cake, or the like.  However, attempting to withhold food from the pig can cause her to become quite aggressive.  It is best to stay well clear of the pig while she is feeding, lest you be bitten accidentally.  Likewise, hand feeding the pig is ill advised.

As to how this girl may have become afflicted, it is impossible to guess.  Quite likely, she herself was the victim of a Werepig bite.  But we cannot know this for certain until we have examined her closely.

There is no cure for Werepigism, the pig will continue to gorge herself and fatten indefinitely, growing massively obese, and eventually, gorging herself into immobility.  Typically, the only means of slowing or halting this process is complete abstinence and isolation from food and drink, which is of course impossible, as the girl requires sustenance in order to survive.  Further, her Werepig self will not tolerate starvation, and will compel the girl to unconsciously seek food out.

The curse only comes to an end once the pig has gorged herself into complete immobility, rendering her incapable of seeking food on her own, and ultimately, withers from starvation.  Or, on rare occasion, gorges herself to the point of exploding.  

Often, doting friends and loved ones feeling pity for the immobile girl, will bring food to her, to ease her suffering and hunger pains, but this only prolongs the inevitable.  Not to mention, putting said friends and loved ones at great risk.

We must be diligent, if we are to spare this girl such torment, we must find her.

In human form, the Werepig can often be identified by her rapidly ballooning waistline.  She will also bare the mark of the pig.  Appearing much like a birthmark on the upper portion of her left rump.  A mark in the form of two, conjoined arches, forming what looks like a stylized M.  We will inspect every female, from the chubby and the pleasantly plump, to the downright obese, going door to door if need be.

In addition to her identifiable physical characteristics, the accursed will begin to exhibit distinct behavioral changes.  She will hoard food, stockpiling her sty, compelled to do so without the slightest understanding of why she’s doing it, only feeling the need to surround herself with as much food as possible.  She will obtain it by any means necessary, purchasing excessive amounts, rooting through garbage for scraps, even stealing it if she has to.

She will develop slovenly habits and an apathetic lifestyle.  Her living quarters, her sty, becoming cluttered with the discarded packagings, wrappers and containers of past, gluttonous episodes, as well as the mounds of hoarded food, all placed within easy access.

Also becoming neglectful of her grooming and personal hygiene, bathing infrequently, forgoing cosmetics and perfumes, her once neatly kept hair in disarray.  Taking to wearing baggy, oversized, unflattering clothing to hide her increasing weight, and often opting for no clothing at all within the safety of her home sty.

When we find this girl, bare in mind, she is a victim, an innocent.  She will be frightened, confused, and wary.  We must approach her accordingly, treat her with compassion, and above all, we must not provoke her, lest we trigger her transformation.  Then, things would become far more serious.

Fortunately, the accursed customarily tends to be a bit of a shut in, choosing to remain out of the public view, embarrassed by her inexplicable, rapid weight gain.  Preferring to have food, groceries and other necessities delivered rather than venturing out herself.  As a result, her gluttonous, metamorphic episodes are most often, generally triggered in the home, where she lives, in the kitchen, the pantry, and so on.

But as the evidence shows, this pig has already begun to venture outside of her pen, her appetite growing beyond the contents of her home stash.  The Werepig’s hunger knows no bounds.  Once engaged in her feeding frenzy, the pig will continue to seek out food wherever she can find it, until she is completely gorged and satisfied.

Imagine what might happen if this pig should be compelled to seek food out in a public place, filled with people, an eatery, a pub, the local market place.  The results could be catastrophic.  Who knows how many could possibly become afflicted.  We must locate this girl, and quickly, if such incidents are to be avoided.  Heaven forbid this piggy should ever go to market.

The only known method of killing a Werepig is by impalement, with a shaft of pure, solid silver, shoved down it’s throat and out through it’s backside while in it’s transformed state.  It is a dangerous and gruesome endeavor, and I for one will not stand to see some young girl shish-kabobed.

Therefore, the only means at our disposal of helping this girl and sparing the community, is to circumvent her hunger by keeping her well fed, thus staving off the Werepig within.

She will require near constant, round the clock feeding, keeping her stuffed full and satisfied at all times, she must never know hunger again. It will require sacrifice and participation from everyone, donating and preparing food, volunteers to feed the girl, and tend to her personal needs.

The cost is this, or allowing a Werepig to run amok through your community, leaving a path of mayhem and destruction in her wake.  As long as the girl is kept gorged with food, further transformations can be abated.

We should be prepared in the event the girl is none to keen on the idea of being endlessly fed and fattened.  It may be necessary to bind and restrain her, force feeding may be required.  A heavy diet, high in fat and carbohydrates will help render her lethargic and docile.

If more extreme measures are called for, I do have herbal additives which may be mixed into her food.  They will help sedate the girl, rendering her far more susceptible to our plans.  In time she will become accustomed to her new lifestyle, and may even come to enjoy the pampering and attentiveness.

The girl is doomed to become massively obese, there is no preventing it.  But at least under a managed feeding regimen, the rate of her gains will be significantly reduced.  It is far better than she being left to suffer under the out of control, gluttonous rampages induced by her Werepig curse.  It’s the only chance she has at some semblance of a normal life.