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Went to the gym and then left and got 6 donuts. Balance.

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Used to be so fit and athletic. I get stared at for different reasons now when I hit the gym.

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Hometown Heifer (specialist interests, SBBW, Force feeding, hucow, lactation)

I’m sitting at a bar with my friends, Andie and Callie. We’ve been friends since high school. We are out celebrating Callie, who got promoted from assistant soccer coach to head soccer coach at a local university. We played soccer, field hockey and basketball together in high school. The 3 of us have been athletic since we were young. We all went away to college, I played soccer and graduated Cum Laude.

After college, we ended up in the city neighboring our small hometown. Andie studied exercise science and opened up her own exercise studio. Think orange theory mixed with CrossFit. Both Callie and Andie are still incredibly fit and eat healthily. I’ve done my best to stay active but have really struggled since taking a 9-5 office job at a local agency. Part of my issue is that my boss brings in cakes, brownies, donuts, pies daily and offers it to me. I don’t want to appear rude so I eat anything he brings in. I’ve gained probably 20 pounds since working here. I’ve always been small, 5’3’ and around 110 pounds so the extra weight is noticeable. I tell myself that I will focus on diet and exercise more in the summer.

“Alright ladies, I need to get to bed. It’s my first big game tomorrow as head coach and I need to be well rested,” Callie says.

We all say our goodbyes and go our own ways. It’s around 9 PM and even though we had dinner 3 hours ago, I am hungry. My favorite local spot is still open and has the best burger and warm brownie sundae in town. I stop in and take a seat the bar.

“One burger with an extra patty, a large order of fries and a large Oreo milkshake,” the waitress says to me. I flush with embarrassment. “You’re becoming quite the regular in here aren’t you, sweetie? This is the 3rd time this week!”

I go to defend myself but before I can, she is already heading to the back with my order.

A man two seats down gets up and approaches me, “Skylar?,” he says with a questioning tone. I look up, “Oh wow! Will Thomas, is that really you? Wow. You look great…”

Will Thomas had always been slender and gangly. He went my high school. Quiet, smart and great at running. He has buffed up a lot since high school. He must be 6’0”. His dark brown wavy hair, chiseled jaw…his arms…Talk about a glow up.

He laughs, “well, thank you. I got pretty serious with hitting the gym after high school. What are you up to these days?”

He takes a seat next to me. “Oh, I graduated college 2 years ago and have been working in HR at a local agency a few blocks from here,” I say as I try to suck my gut in hoping that he hasn’t noticed I’ve gained weight.

“wow, that’s great,” he says while looking me up and down. His eyes are gentle and he feels safe.

“One burger with an extra patty, a large order of fries and a large Oreo milkshake for my favorite regular,” the waitress says as she puts my mountain of food down.

My eyes widen. I can’t look at him. “Thank you,” I sheepishly say to the waitress.

I just won’t eat…that’s it. I’ll just continue talking and ignore the fact that I have enough food for two people sitting in front of me.

“So Will…what do you do for work these days?” I say to try to divert his attention away from my food.

“You should eat,” he says as he pushes my milkshake towards me.

“It’s okay, I ordered way too much. Sometimes when I am out drinking…I get hungry after and always over due it…I definitely won’t be able to finish this. You should have some…” I say with a tinge of humiliation to my voice.

He puts his hand on my back, “eat.”

The tone he used was firm and I figured as long as he is okay with it, I may as well enjoy the food that I will be paying for.

I start with my burger. Fuck, it’s so good.

“After high school, I got into farming,” he says.

With my mouth full of burger, I manage to ask, “oh…farming? What kind of farming? Like vegetables?”

“Cattle and hogs,” he quickly replies. “I love what I do. I have a farm just outside of the city.”

He is watching me intensely as I polish off the milkshake. I can’t keep holding my stomach in anymore, I let my belly relax.

“All done, sweetie?” the waitress asks. “Now it’s time for your warm brownie sundae.”

My face flushes with embarrassment again. I nervously laugh, “no, no I am good.”

The waitress has a puzzled look on her face, “but you always get the warm brownie sundae…are you switching your dessert choice tonight?”

Good God, make it end. “No….no…I’m good.”

“She’ll take the brownie sundae,” he says the to waitress.

I give him a confused look, “don’t me interrupt your routine,” he says with a coy smile.

My fave goes red.

“One brownie sundae with extra hot fudge and I even threw in an extra brownie,” the waitress winks at me at she sets the plate in front of me.

“Go on,” Will says.

“I think she wants us to share,” I say as a look towards the plate.

“How about this, you finish everything and I will pay for your whole meal,” he says with a smirk.

I spent a lot of money on dinner and drinks tonight so the idea of my favorite meal being free did sound nice.

The sundae tastes so good. The brownies are extra gooey today.

As I polish off the last bite, I look at Will with a smile. “WOW, I am impressed,” he laughs. “Good girl.”

“Good girl?,” I thought. What a strange thing to say to me. I brush it off.

After he finishes paying the bill, the waitress yells, “see you on Sunday, sweetie?”

I am too embarrassed to reply. Will smiles at me.

We leave the restaurant and start walking towards my apartment. “Come to farm tomorrow. I’d love to show you around,” he says with a big grin.

How is this hot, chiseled guy not turned off by everything he just saw?

“Are you sure?” I ask as I lower my head in embarrassment.

“I insist! I’ll text you my address. Good night, Skylar,” he kisses me on my cheek and walks down the block.

I nestled into bed, excited about my encounter with Will. This could be the start of something incredible, I think to myself.

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The Next Day

I wake up and realize I’ve slept in. It will take me about an hour to get to Will’s. I stop at Bojangles on my way, I need a quick breakfast. “2 chicken biscuits, please,” I say into the speaker.

Maybe it’s from drinking the night before but these are the best chicken biscuits I’ve ever had.

I pull into Will’s driveway. He is standing with his arms crossed. He looks even hotter in the day light.

“Skylar! Welcome!” He says as he wraps his arms around me.

“This is beautiful, Will! I didn’t see any cows or pigs while driving in. Are they eating?” I ask.

He laughs, “oh…yes. It’s feeding time at the farm. Come on, I’ll show you around.”

The farm is beautiful. I hear pigs squealing and cows lowing but I still haven’t seen them. I don’t think much of it.

Will shows me the kitchen. It’s is packed with cakes, pies, cookies, donuts. ��How strange,” I think to myself. I also notice there aren’t many windows in here.

In the kitchen, I notice a short tunnel, maybe 2 feet long. I look through it. It’s padded and it looks like there is a room on the other side. “What’s this for?”

“Oh that’s just a spare room,” he says and moves on…”okay, now for the best part of the tour…” he opens a door. “ladies first,” he says with a kind smile.

As I walk in, I feel a prick on my neck and the door slams behind me. I look around, Will isn’t behind me. I try to open the door, it’s not budging. “HELP! WILL! LET ME OUT!” I scream. No answer.

I take a step back and look around the room. I see a large bed with clean sheets. Off to the side of the bed, I see a large what looks like a trough and a big chute.

I start getting intense stomach pains. I sit on my bed.

I hear a loud noise. Food starts falling from the chute into the trough.

I look around and see a camera. “WILL! I KNOW YOU’RE WATCHING ME…What have you done to me?” I scream.

He doesn’t answer.

My stomach pains aren’t subsiding. I think I am hungry? I walk over to the trough. It’s filled with cheese burgers and fries. I look at the camera and look back at the trough. I need this pain to end so I start eating. The pain is subsiding but my hunger seems insatiable. I finish one full trough of food. The intense pains start again. “How am I not full?” I wonder.

I hear another noise and more food comes down the chute. Donuts. Fresh, warm…donuts. I start eating them, anything to ease the pain. My clothes are getting tighter. I look to the bed and I see a onesie. It looks stretchy. I am so desperate and uncomfortable that I take my stretched out clothing off and put the onesie on. I feel instant relief. The hunger pains start again, I go back over to the trough and start eating the donuts again. I am getting thirsty, I look around and see a fridge. I open the door and the only thing in there is gallons and gallons of heavy cream. I am so thirsty by this point. I grab a gallon and start chugging it. Before I know it, I’ve finished a gallon.

This process goes on for the next 15 hours. I finally feel satiated. I am exhausted. My body feels thick and heavy. It’s hard to walk. I manage to make my way to the bed and lay down.

I lay, splayed out on the bed, trying to catch my breath and I hear the door open. I am too exhausted to sit up.

Will approaches me. “Hello, Skylar…”

“What the fuck, Will? What have you done to me?” I say in a demanding tone.

He starts rubbing my swollen belly. I can’t deny that it doesn’t feel good.

“You know, Skylar. You’ve always been athletic and smart. I recognized you the moment you walked into that restaurant last night. I also couldn’t help but notice that you’ve put on some weight since high school. When I heard what you ordered, I became intrigued and had to approach you” he said in a cold tone. “I could tell you were embarrassed by the amount of food you ordered but by hearing what the waitress said, it sounds like you were no stranger to gluttony.”

I could feel my face begin to flush.

“I mean sure I’ve put on a few pounds since high school but I was working on my diet and exercise. My job just keeps me very sedentary,” I quipped back. “I just don’t understand what you’re doing to me.”

“I told you I am a farmer for hogs and cows. You, Skylar, are going to be one of my cows,” he says with a sinister grin.

My mind is blown, “What? No. Let me go!“

“Yes, Skylar. I offer women the life they’ve been yearning for. It’s women like you…who have felt like they have had to be smart, be fit…be perfect..” he says. “These women long for someone else to be in control…they want to just let go and not have to worry about calories, exercise…”

“Will! I like being fit,” I say sternly.

“No, no you don’t. And as of right now, you will no longer call me Will. It’s inappropriate for a heifer to call her owner by their name. You will be address me as master Will,” he says. “Turn over.”

I stay put. “Will, if you let me go..we don’t have to tell anyone about this. Just open the door.”

He forcefully rolls me over onto my belly and slaps my buttocks. He then grabs a feeding tube, straps it to my head and puts it in my mouth and pushes a button. I try spitting it out but he’s tighten to so much that I am unable to. Liquid starts come through the tube.

“I told you, heifer, you will address me as master. Anytime you defy me, you will face the tube..”he says matter of factly.

The tube feeding lasts for 15 minutes. I am in pain. My body is stenches beyond comfort. I am on all fours, my belly is touching the bed.

The finally removed the tube from my mouth. “Tell me you understand, heifer…”

“Yes, master Will, I understand” I say in a terrified voice.

“That’s my good, fat, dumb cow,” he says while massaging my belly.

He rolls me back onto my back. “Good night, heifer.”

He shuts the light off and leaves the room. I drift into a deep sleep from exhaustion.

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5 days later

It’s been 5 days of the same routine. He, my master…enters the room. I am ready for my injection.

“No injection today for you, heifer.” He says.

A large scale is brought into the room by 4 large men. He pushes a button and the bed raises to put me in an upright position. The men take off my onesie. It’s become too small. They place a moo-moo on me. It’s black with white spots…I feel like the color scheme is intentional.

I have no idea how much I’ve gained but I know my body feels heavy. My breasts and belly look massive. The men help me out of bed and get me into a standing position. The extra weight on my 5’3” frame is noticeable.

“Scale,” my master demands as he points at it.

The scale is across the room. My legs have become so fat that I am unable to walk…I have to waddle. Every step takes my breath away. I finally make it to the scale. I step onto it….*BEEP* *BEEP*. I can tell it’s registering. My belly is so big that it covers my view of the screen.

“Someone’s been a greedy cow…398 pounds. I mean…wow. You were 135 when I first got you,” master Will says.

“Off,” he demands. I step off the scale.

I am still huffing from my journey to the scale.

“This moo-moo suits you, heifer. Soon you will be at the proper weight for milking,” he says while feeling my engorged belly.

“Milking?!” I think. “I don’t want to be milked.”

“Who you would have thought, one of the most popular, athletic, smartest girls in high school would one day be my big, fat, dumb, lazy, pathetic cow.”

“Back to bed,” he demands.

I waddle back to the bed and plop down.

“We need to get you up to 500 pounds,” he says while looking at his phone. “having you move in anyway is burning too many calories,” he says.

He is texting someone. Next thing I know, the 4 men from earlier are in the room attaching something to my bed and filling the table next to my bed with food.

Master Will goes back on his phone, “there we go…this is the robotic arm. It will be used for your feedings from now on. No more getting out of bed for your feedings. Your first feeding with the robotic arm will start tomorrow. Rest up, my pathetic cow”

I am terrified. I realize that he isn’t going to stop at 500 pounds. He wants me immobile.

As he leaves the room, I realize the door doesn’t completely latch shut.

This is my chance, I think to myself…I can escape.

I hear his truck turn on and drive down the driveway.

I look around the room…silence. I heave my body, all 398 pounds of it, up and slide out of bed. Much harder than it used to be but I still manage.

I waddle to the door and open it. I listen, I hear nothing except my labored breathing. I take a deep breath and waddle towards the front door. I manage to get there but it’s locked. I then remember the tunnel in the kitchen to the extra room. That extra room had a window! The kitchen is on the other side of the barn. I compose myself, my adrenaline kicks in and I start waddling to the kitchen. I see it, the tunnel! It’s only about 2 feet deep and it’s padded with a soft material. I see a step stool, I grab it to help me reach the tunnel. I start to crawl into the tunnel, I can see the window! *OOOOOF* Oh no…I’m stuck.

My stomach is too big. I try sucking in as hard as I can. No luck.

I try to wiggle my body to back myself out of the tunnel…no luck.

Shit! I hear a car driving down the drive way. A car door slams. Keys jangling as someone unlocks the front door. I am panicking.

“You dumb, selfish, fat cow,” Master Will says in a stern tone.

“I knew you were getting dumber…but I didn’t think you were this dumb. I purposefully left your room unlocked to see what you would do. You took the bait and now you look like a fat, helpless, pathetic heifer…I think it’s time I teach you a lesson,” he says.

I apologize over and over again, tell him it won’t happen again and then I feel it. He inserts himself into me from behind.

“You are pathetic. I am going to make you so fat that you will never walk again. You will never THINK about anything but food,” he says while thrusting his hard cock into me. “Just give in. This will be easier if you just accept that this is your new life.”

I am moaning. “I’m sorry, master will. I’ll never disobey you again.”

He starts thrusting harder, “I am going to make you so plump…so fat…so dumb…all you will be able to do is think about food. Do you understand?”

“I….I…..” is all I can get out before I **MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO**

I pass out from exhaustion.

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Day 15:

I haven’t left the bed in days. The days are melding together.

The injections have stopped. I’ve given into being a prisoner of gluttony. The robotic arm starts earlier than usual today, 2 dozens of donuts and two gallons of heavy cream. All I can think about is food.

The door swings open. “How is my plump cow doing today,” he says in a cheerful voice.

I am too fat to see over my belly. I hear more footsteps. 4 women appear next to my bed side. “Get her cleaned up, put this on her and my men will get her in position,” he says.

The women spend the next 40 minutes cleaning me. I should feel embarrassed and ashamed but I like the pampering. The slip a new moo-moo over me. This one is the same black and white pattern but has two large holes for my engorged swollen breasts, which are feeling extra tender lately.

I start to wonder why there’s holes in the moo-moo and then my thoughts drift back to food and wonder when my next feed will be.

The 4 muscular men from before enter the room and the women leave. I lay in my bed like a useless blob. The 4 men roll me onto a bed with wheels. “Where are you taking me?” I ask. They ignore me.

As they push me through the barn, I can hear pigs squealing, cows lowing…I now know that they are like me.

They push me through a set of double doors and up next to a large crane like machine. They lower my bed to be close to the floor. “1…2…3” they roll me onto a piece of fabric onto my belly and attach some cables. The crane hoists me into the air, about waist height. My swollen breasts are then yanked aggressively through some holes in the fabric…I am shocked. *****MEEER***** I am not sure where that noise came from.

“Good job fellas…this one is full and ready to explode,” my master says.

He attaches cups with tubes to my nipples. “Jesus, look how long and swollen these are,” he says pointing at my nipples. The 4 men look and shake their heads. “Alright, I’ll take it over from here,” he says at the men exist the room.

“My dumb, fat, cow,” he says while circling around me.

My breasts begin to throb. “What…what’s going on?”

“oh…you’re over 500 pounds now, actually you’re 789…you need to be milked,” he calmly says while turning on the pump.

���You see what’s beautiful about this is…you will be milked…and then you will drink your own milk to get even fatter,” he said with chuckle. “That heavy cream you’ve been consuming…where do you think that’s been coming from?”

I want try to tell top stop but all that comes out is *MOOOOOOO* *MOOOOOOOOOOOOO*

He laughs. The pump starts going, it feels so good…**MOOOOOOOO*

*MOOOOOO*** Fuck me***** MOOOOOO****

The milking lasts for 5 minutes

“What’s that? My dumb heifer wants to be fucked?” I can see him getting aroused.

I feel him inset himself into me. I am still hoisted into the air.

“You are my pathetic cow. I will milk you, I will feed you and I will breed you,” he says while thrusting.

“yes…I….*MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*” I feel him cum in me.

Day 20:

“Wow…my big fat cow. 949 pounds,” he says while patting my belly. My nipples have fully turned into udders from being milked everyday. I can’t say more than 5 words…”Hungry…milk me….breed me…food.” My thoughts are consumed by food, milking and breeding. I am helpless.

“If only your friends could see how pathetic you have come. You are far from being the fit, smart, athletic girl I knew in high school. You are my fat, dumb heifer.”

*MOOOOOOOO* I reply.

“Well cow, we need to get you cleaned up. The guys will be transporting you to the farm show complex. You have been entered into the Annual Cow Show. Cow #7…sounds like a lucky number to me.” He slaps my gut.

I lay like a big fat, helpless mound of fatty flesh while being cleaned. Eagerly awaiting my next feeding.

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Love the way the seatbelt feels against my growing belly.

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This top fit me a few months ago. I wear it to work. The threads have started to rip. I love that it shows how big I am getting.

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Prized Piggy (SBBW, Force feeding, Special Interest, WG)

The first 48 hours:

I awaken in a dark room. I am naked. My legs and arms shackled to a bed. I am unable to move. “Hello? Anybody? Someone help me! Please!” I scream.

A man enters the room and before I can even get a glimpse of him, he injects my stomach. I fall back asleep.

I begin to open my eyes. My body feels weird. I feel incredibly hungry.

“Hello,” a mans voice says softly. “Who are you?! What do you want with me? Please let me go,” I say firmly.

He laughs, “I’ve been watching you for months. The girl who never allows herself to indulge. The girl who never allows herself the piece of cake, the ice cream sundae, the girl who never allows herself to become who she was meant to be.”

“What…what are you even talking abo—“ and then it hits me..the most intense hunger pains. I wince.

“You look hungry…can I offer you something to eat?”

“YES, please,” I say in complete agony.

He grabs a box of donuts from a table. A table that is filled to the brim with food.

He starts feeding me. One by one I devour the donuts. I am so hungry and I cannot get enough. Before I know it, the donuts are gone. “Please, I need more food,” I beg.

He doesn’t say anything, he goes onto his phone and starts doing something. A robotic arm that’s attached to the bed starts to move. It grabs a whole sheet cake and starts feeding me. I can hardly finish chewing before it starts feeding me more. I will do anything to make this hunger stop. I moan from how good the cake is.

“Yes, eat up,” he says with a smile. “I’m thinking 500, how does that sound to you?”

I motion for him to stop the robotic arm. Covered in crumbs and icing, I ask “what do you mean? 500 what? What have you done to me?”

“Oh! 500 pounds,” he looks me up and down. “I want to make you 500 pounds. A real prized piggy. I’ve injected you with a hunger antidote. You will have insatiable hunger for 15 hours. We will spend all 15 hours stuffing you to the absolute brim.”

My eyes bulge…I am still very hungry and then hunger pains are starting to come back. “No! What? You can’t do thi——“ I start to wince again.

“Hungry again, my piggy?”

I whimper, “yes, please help me.”

He tilts his head to the side and smirks…”please help me, piggy master.”

“I beg you…please I’m in pain. Please feed me more,” I scream in pain.

“Say it,” he says.

“Say what?!” I look at him confused.

“Please help me…piggy master,” he says with a stern face.

“PLEASE HELP ME, PIGGY MASTER,” I scream.

“That’s a good piggy girl,” he says as he starts the robotic arm again.

The robotic arm starts feeding me burger after burger.

He stares at me and starts rubbing my swollen belly, “You will be my piggy slave. You will eat everything and anything I put in front of you. You will be my big, fat, pathetic gluttonous prized piggy…do you understand me?”

I am moaning from being stuffed by the burgers. I can hardly focus on what he is saying. He stops the robotic arm again, “do you understand me?!”

The hunger pains start again, I need food. “Ye—yes,” I say reluctantly.

“YES, PIGGY MASTER. When you address me, you call me PIGGY MASTER!”

I whimper and lower my head, “yes, piggy master. Please feed me more.”

The feeding lasts for another 13 hours. As soon as it ends, I pass out from exhaustion.

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Day 10:

The door swings open and wakes me up. I feel swollen. The shackles are digging into my skin. It hurts.

“How is my fat, pathetic piggy this morning,” he says with a slight smirk on his face. He circles around the bed. He looks like an artist admiring his work.

“Well piggy, it’s weigh in day. Luckily for you, you don’t have to do anything..not that you could do much,” he laughs. “ Your bed is actually a scale.”

I hear a beeping noise. “WOW! 414 pounds..someone’s been a good piggy,” he says as he pats my belly.

“414 pounds,” I gawk, “no…I can’t be…what have you done to me?”

“I told you. You will be my prized piggy. You are plumping up quite nicely,” he starts rubbing my swollen belly and breasts. He starts to get aroused.

“Piggy master…can you please take the shackles off? It’s cutting into my skin and it’s painful,” I ask.

“Now piggy, if I do this…and you try to run, er…waddle away, you should know that this entire house is locked. I have cameras in every room and your room is locked from the outside. You have no where to go,” he says matter of factly.

I nod, “ I won’t go anywhere, I promise.”

He undoes the shackles. “You know what, let’s see how well you’re walking these days, piggy.”

He uses a remote for the bed and sits me upright. I heave my body to try to get out of the bed. I’ve accumulated so much fat in between my legs and in my thighs that I can no longer put my legs together. He towers over me with a smirk and holds out his hands, “come here piggy.”

I keep trying on my own before I give in and grab his hands. I manage to get to my feet. I am panting. I am out of breath. I get a glimpse of myself in a mirror. I AM MASSIVE.

“Walk,” he demands. “Do a circle around the room.”

I was 150 pounds the last time I walked, moving this giant body was different and it took a lot of effort. I heaved from side to side to get momentum. My walk was more like a waddle. I could feel the sheer girth of my body with each swing. With every step, I felt turned on. It took me 10 minutes to walk around the entire room. I had to stop multiple times to rest.

He helped me back into bed. “Yeah,” he laughed and poked my belly, “I’m not worried about you going anywhere.”

I felt embarrassed, ashamed and turned on.

As I start to adjust myself in the bed, he injects me. Another 15 hour feeding.

The hunger pains start, “piggy master, please feed me. I am begging you. Please, it hurts, please feed me,” I beg.

I notice he is aroused again. I am laying in the bed like a beached whale. Exhausted from moving my heavy body around the room. “hurry, piggy master. PLEASE!”

I am waiting for him to start the robotic arm and then I notice him grabbing a box of Boston cream donuts…a dozen. “Time to eat, my pathetic piggy.”

One by one he feeds be the donuts until the box is gone. He is still aroused.

I beg him for more food. My hunger is insatiable.

He begins feeding me cheesecake. “You know piggy…piggy’s are meant to be fed but they are also meant for breeding.”

Next thing I know, he is mounting my mammoth of a body. I can’t even try to fight him off. I don’t know if I want to fight him off. His large cock enters me and he begins thrusting. “You are my piggy slave and I am your master,” he says forcefully. “Your only purpose is to eat and be used for breeding. You are a fat, pathetic, dumb, helpless piggy.”

We cum simultaneously.

The feeding continues for the rest of the day. I can feel myself becoming dumber and enjoying the idea of being his useless piggy for the rest of my life.

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Day 30:

I wake up. My body feels heavy and swollen. It’s getting harder to move without help.

I hear the door open but can no longer see when he enters because my large belly is in the way.

“Good morning, piggy,” he says as he comes into line of view.

I know the injection is coming soon and wait for it. Only it never happens. I hear the door swing open again and head the voices of women. I am mortified. I lay naked on my bed, unable to move much more than my toes and my fingers. Yesterday’s stuffing was grueling. I want to shoot up and cover myself. My mind is telling my body to do it but I am unable to do.

The women walk around to talk to my master. “Get her cleaned up really nice and put this on her,” he hands them what looks like a massive blanket.

“What’s going on?” I ask in a demanding tone.

He walks up to me, pats my belly and says, “piggy’s don’t need to think or know.”

I hear him exit the room.

The women start bathing me. Scrubbing every crevasse of my mammoth body. They work in silence. I am mortified.

After my cleaning they use the remote to position me upright on the bed. I am hungry and ask for food but they ignore me.

What I thought was a large blanket was actually a large moo-moo. It takes 4 women to put it over my large body. As they put it on me, I think “Pink…what a fitting color for a pig like me.”

I hear a beep from a walkie talkie, “all done,” one of the women says. They exit and 4 large muscular men enter, wheeling a large bed into the room.

I am humiliated again. I don’t want anyone but my piggy master to see me this way. “On the count of 5 we move her,” one of the men says. “1..2…3…4…5” I can feel two men pushing on one side and the other two men pulling on the other side. The hands of the two men pushing sink into my fat backside. “Done,” one of the men says as he tries catching his breath.

They start wheeling me out of the room. I want to jump out of the bed and run. I cannot do either of those things. I am helpless. “Where…where are you taking me?” I ask.

They do not answer me. I am wheeled out of a double door into a garage. The push me up to a wide cargo van.

I hear him…my piggy master. “Load her in boys!”

I go to speak but know that I should am just a fat, pathetic, helpless piggy and piggy’s don’t ask questions.

“WOW, this is your largest yet, sir! Good luck!” One of the muscular men says. “We will see you there.”

My piggy master enters the van through the back. He pushes a button, “driver, we are ready.”

“I know good piggy’s don’t ask questions but I have to know…where are you taking me? What is going on?” I say to him, pleading with my eyes.

He doesn’t answer me. Instead he starts walking around my bed, admiring his work. We don’t talk for the rest of the car ride.

“We’ve arrived, sir” a voice says through the car speaker.

The van backs up and the back door opens. The 4 large men are back and begin the process of getting me out of the van. I look around as they take me out, there are 10 others vans just like the one I came in. Before I can say anything, I am being wheeled into a large building. As they push me, I see a sign that says FARM SHOW COMPLEX. I wonder, what am I even doing here?

The men roll me into a large room. The stands are filled. I can feel my face flushing with embarrassment and humiliation.

My bed comes to a stop. i twist my head to the left and make eye contact with another large woman. I twist my head to the right and see a large male with a female. She is rubbing his belly and telling him he’s been a good piggy.

I look for my piggy master but he is out of sight. I start to panic and try to heave my body up right, the sheer mass of my body is preventing me from getting up. Then I hear a woman’s voice, “wow, Will…you’ve really outdone yourself with this one. Absolutely massive. How many days did this take? Can’t wait to really examine her during the showing.”

“30 days and she’s not done yet,” he laughs and pats my belly.

“Attention everyone, please take your seats. The show is about to begin! Welcome to the Annual Hog Show. The event will take place over two days. We have 11 fine hogs this year. One will be named best in show. Hogs will be judged on size/circumference, weight and eating contest,” the announcer says over a loud speaker.

My eyes start shifting back and forth. I try to move my legs but only my toes move. My piggy master…who I now know is named Will, starts rubbing my belly, “good piggy. That’s a good girl.”

“Today the judges will circle around each hog and measure them. Weight will be posted above the hog and their handler will say a few words on how they prepared their hog for showing.”

One by one the judges go through the motions, I am the second to last and it’s now my turn. My face feels flushed. Why would he do this to me. I am helpless. He did this to me.

The judges circle me, I feel vulnerable, weak, pathetic.

I can feel their hands all over me, as they examine every inch of me. “What a sight,” someone says. “Will, can you please share say her weight out loud and share a few words?”

I haven’t been weighed in weeks. “817 pounds. I’ve fattened this hog using injections. 15 hour feeds for 30 days,” he proudly states.

The crowd cheers. “817 pounds,” I think to myself…I’ve become a fat, immobile, useless pig. The reason I haven’t been able to move my body isn’t because I am weak or exhausted, it’s because I’ve gotten too fat. He said 500 pounds but he’s taken it far beyond that.

“I haven’t fed this hog today or given her any injections. You are about to see how gluttonous she has become,” he says while filling a trough with all of my favorite foods. He’s right…I haven’t eaten and I am starving.

The muscular men are back and roll me onto my belly onto this fabric that has wires on each side. I lay helplessly, unable to move. I feel myself begin to lift. I am being hoisted in the air by a crane. Belly side down, hovering over the trough. The crane lowers me so I can begin eating. I look to my piggy master and he nods.

Something comes over me and I start eating everything. I hear people cheering. Anytime the trough is empty, he refills it. I feel disgusting and embarrassed but I am still hungry. He slaps my large behind and my fat ripples. I am taken by surprise…I…SQUEEEAL SNORTSNORT** OINK

“What was that?” I think to myself. My piggy master smiles. My trough is empty. I look to him.

He holds the mic up to my mouth, “say it.”

“Piggy master, please give me more,” I say with a shameful tone.

“a well trained hog indeed,” the announcer says.

“This is my 817 fat, glutenous, pathetic piggy. My greedy piggy ate 10 troughs…10 troughs without her injection. 10 troughs because she is so fat and pathetic that all she does is think about food,” he says into the mic. The crowd cheers again.

I hang above my trough like the rest of the pigs until the last one is presented.

As day one comes to a close, audience members are allowed to come examine the hogs. My piggy master proudly stands next to me. All I feel are people’s hands rubbing along my body. I am embarrassed and ashamed.

“Do you rent her out,” a voice says from behind me. I feel a hand pat my butt.

“She will be for rent after the show, here’s my card.” I hear my piggy master say to the man.

“…what does he mean I’ll be for rent?” I wonder and then my thoughts are interrupted by thoughts of food. I am hungry again. I need food. SQUEEAL

I am back on my bed and wheeled into a room with the other pigs. It’s a large room where handlers and pigs stay during the show. Within the room are smaller rooms. I see him reading a sign..”Ahh, hog 10…this is our pen,” my piggy master says. I am wheeled into my pen.

“Piggy master, feed me,” I beg. “Need food.”

“Pathetic,” he says as he rubs my belly. He puts together a plate of cake, donuts and pie and places it on a table across from me. “Get up and go get it, fat pig.” I am staving, all I can think about is eating, I try to heave my body up but I am unable to do more than wiggle my toes and fingers. “you are absolutely helpless and pathetic,” he says with a grin. I see him getting aroused.

He grabs a slice of cake and climbs on top of me. He lifts my moo-moo up and starts sticking his hard dick into me. He begins to feed me the cake. I moan. He tries to insert himself into me but I’ve become so fat that his cock can no longer reach so he chooses to fuck my fat.

“My fat, pathetic piggy. You’re too fat to be fucked. So fat that all I can do is fuck your fat. You’ve let yourself go. You’re a big, fat, useless blob.”

We both cum.

Day 31:

I awaken to the sound of cows lowing. A tv is being setup in my pen. “Well Piggy, the second half of the show is at 1 pm. I have another show right now. I’ve set up a tv for you to watch,” he says with pride.

“Another show?,” I wonder. He must notice me thinking - he gets on his phone… I hear the robotic arm starting. How did I miss the table of food next to me. The robotic arm starts feeding me. All thoughts subside. All I can think about is food.

Before walking out of my pen, he walks around my expanding body, “we need you nice and stuffed for the final showing today. This will feed you for the next 30 minutes. That should hold you over. You will be my prized piggy.”

My hunger is insatiable. No injection today. “How am I so hungry?” I wonder…the robotic arm starts on the 5 cakes on the table. My thoughts quickly drift back to food. My feeding is coming to an end. The 4 women from yesterday appear and wipe me down. They take off my stretched out moo-moo and put me in a cleaner bigger one.

“How does she seem even bigger than she did yesterday,” one of the women whispers. One of the women tells her to shush. I feel my face instantly flush. I want to say something but I am too embarrassed.

I hear the announcers voice - I glance at the TV. “Welcome to the Annual Cow Show….” the camera pans to large men, women and their handlers.

And then I see him…my piggy master. Proudly standing next to cow # 7. He is patting her belly….I feel an instant fit of jealously take over me. The show continues on. I watch as he proudly presents cow #7.

“This concludes the first portion of the Annual Cow Show…tomorrow we will watch the lactation part of the show,” the announcer says.

I feel anger, jealously…I feel…used. I want to get up and walk out. I demand the women to use the lift on the bed to put me in an upright position. They look terrified, “DO IT,” I yell. One of them women finally caves and pushes the button. They look concerned and leave my pen.

I start using all of my might to sway from side to side to get some momentum to swing myself out of the bed. I need to get out of here. I need to get away from him.

After what feels like forever, I am finally able to rock my swollen body. I manage to get both of my legs over the side of the bed. I am panting and out of breath. I need to rest. I give myself a few minutes before trying to lunge my massive body out of bed. No luck. I try again. SUCCESS! I am standing. I am doing it. My body feels heavy….oh no. I start to roll forward. I lay in my pen on my stomach, like a beached whale. I am unable to move. My legs and arms splayed out in the air. My moo-moo has scrunched up and my bottom half is exposed. I can’t let anyone see me like this…I do my best to rock back and forth but nothing is working. I am truly stuck.

My pen door swings open…I try to raise my head up to see who it is but I am unsuccessful. “What’s going on here?” My piggy master says. “Trying to escape….look at how pathetic you are. Too fat to run away. Now you’re stuck on your fat, swollen belly like a pathetic, greedy pig.”

“I’ll need to teach this greedy piggy what happens when she tries to escape…” he says in almost a whispering voice.

I feel him mount me from behind. His hard cock rubbing against my back side and then he inserts himself into me. I am too fat for him to truly insert himself but he starts thrusting into my fat.

“Bad piggies need to learn hard lessons,” he says while she thrusts even harder.

I start squealing. It feels so good. I can feel his small, slender figure balancing on my massive body. He finishes and cleans himself off.

“I’m guessing you didn’t like seeing my cow. I need you to understand this…you are not the first and you will not be the last. I fatten hogs and cows for show and then I will sell you off to the highest bidder. This is your life now. You will continue to be fattened for the rest of the your life. I’ve watched you for months…this is what you’ve wanted. You’ve wanted to become a fat, lazy, helpless pig. I’ve given you that life. You will continue to grow…the bigger you get…the dumber you get. You will have no control over anything. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?,” he says with a flattened tone.

“Yes, Piggy Master,” I whisper.

He shoves a feeding tube into me and starts pumping me full of liquid. “I didn’t want to have to do this to you. We could have done this the fun way…but we can’t take any more risks of you being able to move piggy. I need to ensure that you can never roll out of bed again…”

I am in pain. I can feel my stomach expanding under me. SQUEEEEAL SQUEEEAL*

Next thing I know the muscular men are back. They try lifting me back onto the bed. No luck. The summon for help, 4 more men appear. They manage to roll me onto a lift and get me back onto the bed. They wheel me off for the next portion of the Hog Show.

The last portion of the show is for the handler to show how to ride their hog. The less a hog can move while being ridden, the higher the score. Most of the other hogs are able to move their arms and legs. Some of them tense up while they’re being ridden and others seem to enjoy it.

“hog #10 with handler Will…” the announcer says over the loud speaker.

“Yesterday my hog was 817 pounds,” he says proudly…”today she is weighing in at 991 pounds.” The crowd cheers loudly.

I catch a glimpse of myself on the big screen. I am 2 times larger than the next biggest hog in the show. My neck is gone, my arms and legs are barely existent. All i can do is wiggle my fat fingers and toes and open and close my mouth. I have become a fat, useless, blob.

The women reappear and lift my moo-moo up to show the sheer girth of my body. I feel my piggy master climb onto me. “Now i am going to ride my hog, she has become far too fat to enjoy the pleasure of it. Her sole purpose it for my pleasure,” he says as i feel his large cock thrust against my fat rolls. I lay there…unable to move. I try to speak but all I can do is SQUEEEAL OINK**** SNORT****

He starts rubbing my engorged nipples. I begin lactating. SQUEAL* SQUEAL*** It feels so good. “Good piggy,” he says. The judges are impressed.

The crowd is going crazy.

The show is drawing to an end. I try to talk to my piggy master but my voice is gone. All I can do is oink at him. He gives me a big smile, “finally, you’ve become a true piggy.” He rubs my belly to show me how proud I have made him.

“And the best in show goes to hog #10 and her handler Will!” The announcer screams over the loud speaker.

I am now being wheeled around the entire room in front of the cheering crowd.

At the end of the show, piggy master is approached by a man. “I’ll give you $100,000 to buy her off of you,” he says.

“I don’t know. I reckon I could put her in at least 1 or 2 more shows…” he replies.

“$200,000 and I will give you my current hog, she is sitting around 300 pounds right now” the man says in a serious tone.

I feel my piggy masters hand rubbing my 991 pound body. I try to tell him no. I want to stay with him but all that comes out is a snort. “What will you do with her?” He asks the man.

“I want to have her on display. Create a feeder experience. They can feed her, ride her…do whatever they want with her. The rest of her life she will be used for feeding and pleasure.” The man confidentially says.

There’s no way my piggy master will let that happen. He’s worked too hard to make me what I am today…

“Deal, it would be nice to start fattening up a new hog,” he says as he shakes the mans hand.

I try to scream but all I can do is SQUEEEAL**

Day 60:

I’ve been here for almost 30 days. My last weigh in I was 1,120 pounds. Just a massive blob.

I’m in a glass room, unable to move. Constantly on display for people to gawk at my appearance. I spend my days being stuffed to the brim and fucked by feeders who pay my new piggy master. The only part of my body that I can still move is my mouth. The rest of me is just a helpless mound of fatty flesh.

I hear a familiar voice, “wow, she’s gotten massive,” a man says while mounting me. My piggy master. *SQUEEEAL**

I am no longer able to speak and can barely think. I have truly become a fat, pathetic, lazy, greedy piggy. His prized piggy.

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You're Huge

You’re huge. I mean, you were always a little on the chubbier side, but now, you’re absolutely massive. Your belly hangs lower every day, slowly piling down your legs, covering your fupa, and pushing outward. Those once chunky, adorable legs of yours are covered in cellulite and wider than my waist, rolls and stretch marks all over your juicy thick lower belly and ballooning heart shaped ass leading to those meaty, overflowing love handles I love to grab while fucking you. You’ll probably end up immobile, but you and I wouldn’t want it any other way…

When I first met you, you were a short barista at my local coffee house, your messy, deep red hair folded into a bun, and your soft brown eyes twinkling with attraction behind those nerdy glasses you had on. I left you a tip with my number written on it, and you pocketed the cash, messaging me later that day. I never thought that would work, and landing such a good-looking girl like you was beyond luck. We were meant to be, and I would make sure to enjoy every ounce of you. We texted back and forth constantly, flirting and feeling out who we really were. We hit it off over the phone, and I planned a date for us, just a picnic and some snacks in the park. The weather was wonderful, so why not? I met you in the parking lot, your red hair flowing behind you as your beautifully red lips formed an adorable smile. I brought you flowers and champagne, and you got a picnic basket full of sweets and salty snacks, your favorite. I lay out the blanket and pop us the champagne, you set up the snacks, and take a seat next to me. Your slightly chubby thighs wobble as you bounce your legs nervously about our date, but I can tell you’re into me. I soak in every detail about you now that we’re so close.. Your dimples when you smile, the way your teeth have the slightest gap in the middle, your golden septum piercing, always slightly crooked. I admire how your body fills out for such a low weight, probably around 140lbs at 5’0”, short but thick, and I’m into it. Your backside and legs curve beautifully, leading to a hint of a belly and a more slender upper body with small B-cups. You have a tattoo of a bumble bee on your right shoulder with a sleeve of wild flowers underneath it, which looks cute on you, fitting your aesthetic nicely. As we talk and drink more champagne, I can tell you’re a lightweight as you get touchier and giggle often, showcasing your bubbly personality and tendency for playful banter. As the sun sets, our conversation grows more intimate, and I steal a kiss. You melt into my arms as we fall deeper into each other's embrace. The spark lit between us was strong and fiery, I knew I would be seeing way more of you in more than one way soon enough. 

We went on several more dates, always centered around lounging about and snacking or going to dinner and a movie. You would overindulge, then lie back in the theatre chair, resting your belly as you zoned out. You were never physically active, and it was already having its side effects. I started picking you up from work, taking you on surprise dates, and going out to eat with you more often than not. You loved the attention and couldn’t get enough food and drinks when we went out, the alcohol causing you to overeat late into the night. I had you falling head over heels after a few more weeks of romantic outings. I decided it was time to ask you out, so I booked us at an especially nice restaurant, telling you to wear your best dress. When I picked you up, I walked to your studio apartment door, but you opened it before I could even knock. I was in awe of your looks that night, your dress clung so tightly to your slowly expanding frame. Every detail of how much weight you had put on was showing in all the right places. Your thighs and ass tight against the fabric as your pooch stuck out noticeably. Even your boobs were looking extra swollen as your arms and shoulders appeared softer and less defined. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you and your infectious smile. Everything about that night was perfect; we had a large dinner, with you ordering steak and lobster, mashed potatoes, risotto, and scallops. It was way more than you could eat, but I let you try to at the very least, encouraging you to take bite after bite as I fed you more. We can’t afford to come here all the time, so make sure you get your fill, baby. I would top off your glass of wine and watch as you forced another bite down your throat. By the end of our date, you were packed to the brim, drunk, and ecstatic that I asked you to be my girlfriend. I took you home, and you pulled me into your bedroom, itching to get out of that tight dress that once fit so comfortably. You unbuttoned my shirt and practically ripped my pants off ravenously, hungry for a treat only I could give you. My muscular frame towered over you as I took my strong arms and peeled the delicate dress off of you. Your stomach was so full and tender, I could tell I needed to be gentle with you because of how much you ate. You lay down, letting out a huge sigh of relief as you lock eyes with me, begging for something more. I grab your juicy legs and pull you to the edge of the bed, resting them on my shoulders and I grab my pulsing, girthy dick and begin to tease you with it. Rubbing it around your clit and slowly entering and exiting just the beginning of your hole. You beg me for more, telling me you want to be filled to the max as your tight gut and growing tits sway back and forth from my hips bumping into you. I slowly insert myself all the way to the end of my shaft, your eyes closing as you let out a sharp moan and cry in pleasure. Your warm thighs and soft ass slap against my strong core as I thrust in and out of you methodically, gentle but intense. As I near climax, you tighten around my shaft, begging me to release my seed inside of you. I cum hard, emptying my load as I grab your meaty thighs and stare at the tight drum of a belly that turns me on so much. I couldn’t wait to fatten you up into my prized piggy. 

You’re finally six hundred pounds, you’ve been so good for me, piggy. You’re so complacent, so enthusiastic about your gain. You can’t slow down, even on days you’re sleeping more than eating, the number continues to climb. You’re permanently filled with calories your body struggles to metabolize and store somewhere on your massively overgrown body. Your huge stomach is now three rolls, each heavier and flabbier than the last. I can’t even lift it up without using equipment. Your tits are so huge, round and swollen. They weigh so heavily on you, I know it’s getting harder to breathe under all this luscious fat you have piled on. You make noises like a good little piggy, too. A squeal for pleasure or a whine for attention. I make sure you get whatever you want; you deserve it for being so good to me. We can only have sex in doggy now, your huge gut won’t allow it any other way, and you get too hungry to stop eating during sex. You get lifted up, propped on pillows and eat your fill of rich calorie dense foods as I take you from behind, pulling that huge jiggly mountain of an ass you grew for me apart as I insert myself into you, throbbing and ravenous to feel you. It’s so warm and jaw-droppingly wet, the weight of your body making it so tight and pleasurable. You love it when I tease you for being so huge. Even if I just tell you how fag you are and how much of an immobile obese cow you are you go wild with lust. You probably orgasm multiple times a day, even from the slightest hint of pleasure. I can tell when your breath quickens and you squirm and writhe, begging me for release, you rely on me for everything now, and I wouldn’t want it any other way for my beautiful goddess and her hundreds of pounds of fat engulfing her. 

When you hit seven hundred pounds, your poor body struggling to keep up with your voracious appetite, you’ve become a truly transformed woman. You were just a huge, dumb cow now. You barely spoke besides simple demands. Food, sex, bathroom, TV, etc. You loved being such an obedient, helpless blob. Every calorie you consumed you knew would make us both happy, so you shoveled them down relentlessly, eager for more pleasure and soft fat to admire. You could barely move at all. Propped up on pillows and pampered 24/7 as you grew to larger sizes. I had you naked now, clothes were no use. Cleaned and lotioned, baby powder and scented oils rubbed all over you as you enjoyed your fluffy body and how it jiggled and quaked at every touch. You could barely use your arms at all; they were too heavy and caused you to struggle so much, leaving you breathless and sweating after a few minutes. I hand-fed you now, encouraging and enabling you to continue ballooning up for me. You obeyed and opened wide, happy for another delicious bite of fat, greasy food to go down your throat. I installed a mirror over the bed so you could see how you continued to swell up. You didn’t know who you were anymore; all you could see was rolls of flesh and piles of lard flowing out in every direction. Everything was so massive and soft, so heavy and jiggly. You wanted more, your appetite insatiable. You wanted to be at least 1,000 lbs before your arteries finally clogged and you gave out. I think we can make it work, probably get you even bigger than that, don’t you think, piggy? Will you be a good girl for me and take another bite? 

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My coworkers are starting to notice my weight gain. The arm rests constantly push into my thighs. I may need to request a new chair soon.

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Love playing with my heavy round belly 🤤

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Want to be a big fat cow. 210 pounds and growing. Clothing getting a bit tighter.

#lactation #makemefat #hucow #stuffme #fattenme #piggy #weightgain #makemeimmobile #immobile #feedee #fat

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I love this video but as usual it would be soooo much sexier if it was more degrading! I would have made that fucking cow ask me for forgiveness for becoming so fucking fat 😈

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Such an over fed cow my rolls are just spilling out of this swimsuit!

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Mmm..so sleepy after work. It's torture doing all that physical labor. I just want to either work from home or be cared for at home. Not having to worry about working anymore. Losing calories is the worst thing imaginable.

Had to be a good girl today and try to keep my fantasies to a minimum..of course I couldn't help myself. The ideas my brain pumps into me are just too strong. Who cares if I become immobile within the next few years. Who cares if nothing will be left in my brain. Who cares if I become brainwashed into a piggy. Who cares if all these things start to take a toll on my health. Who cares if I'm erased from the world.

It won't matter, my feeder is all I'd ever need anyway. They will make me so so so perfect. Nice a stupid, nice and fat, nice and obedient. A horny degenerate who needs her daily pot and training. Along with her countless amounts of meals. Maybe someday I won't even be able to lift my arms, move my neck, wiggle my fingers, or even be able to move anything.

Wouldn't that be just so....incredible. It's not like I could escape them. I'd meet them and that would be the end of me. All traces of me ever being me would disappear, just being turned into their perfect little piggy. And once I realize just what's happened to me, it'll be too late. The health issues will get me. And that'll be the end. I'll be a dumb, fat, horny, degenerate piggy soon enough. Make it happen sweetie.

Dms open cuties~

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learning how to intentionally gain has been so much fun! I have learned a LOT about my body! Watching my body outgrow my clothes and physically feeling my body expand, has got to be the best feeling ever! This year FLEW BY, and I’m so excited to see what next year has in store! Y’all make me so happy, and I’m constantly amazed with the encouragement from my friends here! 🫶🏻 

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Rounder and softer than ever