06tober

Please tease me for making such a fucking mess of myself the entire way, whispering just loud enough for the passerby’s to hear you.

Nah, you’re gay cause you fapped to my tits and I’m a queer. XD

a litle encouraging goes a loooong way

Holy fuck, im in such a mood lately! I wanna see a beautiful man that I have feminized by making him fat as fuck obey me. I wanna have someone go from a man™️ into a beautiful piggy. There’s no use in identifying as a man when Mama is gonna make you into a Pretty Piglet 💖

“Open wide and keep swallowing like a good girl”

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You'll be a number; a cow whore; an animal to be milked and fucked and bred. You'll move into an enclosure in a barn with other hucows, just like you. All of you kept with your udders, teats and holes on display for quick access and easy use. You're fed to make you gain weight from a trough, bucket or the owner's hands. All of your food and drinks keep tasting funny and it's not until it's too late that you realise they have been putting lactation and libido enhancers in everything you've consumed since Day 1. No wonder you started producing milk so quickly and can always feel your clit throbbing. No wonder when they come to pump your teats or wand your clit or plug your arsehole or fuck their seed into you - you love it so much. Even better when they do all 4 at the same time. Even better when there's more than one farmer. And then there's the dehumanising lessons - where you regress to one simple word - moo. But you don't mind because you chose this. You want to be farmed for milk and fucked and bred. You can't remember your life before. You can't even remember your name. All you know is you must take cum whenever it's forced on you. All you know is udders, teats and mooooooooooo. This is your purpose in life. This is what you were born for. You wouldn't have it any other way. You're so grateful that we stopped farming cows.

The giveaway entries will end 11:59 EST tonight, 8/7! Have fun!!💗💖

You're my stay at home feedee, whose only job is to eat and gain weight. No other obligations. Your existence is only gluttony, lust and hedonism. While I'm working, you're stuffing your face for me, so that I have a fat, warm body to play with in the evenings. In return, you're given all the food you can eat, hands to rub your belly and feed you in the evenings, an ever-growing wardrobe, a bed to sleep in and an environment to compensate your obese body. You could go all out, because who would judge you for gaining weight? You're not working, so there's no embarrassment fueled by coworkers witnessing your ever-expanding belly popping dress shirts. There's no embarrassment about what or how much you eat, because I'm doing the grocery shopping. You'd be in your own little bubble, praised for growing fat, constantly adored for habits that other people would find disgusting. There would be no shame, only praise and pampering. And when you're too big to do things on your own, that's no issue. I'm already taking care of you, and you're still fulfilling your duties; You're becoming softer, becoming cuddlier, getting fatter for me. Would there ever be an end? A stopping point? I don't think you'd even want that for yourself, to go back to the life you had before.

And you love what I’m turning you into.