Amy the Glutton

Being conditioned to oink for food, orgasms, belly rubs, attention.

Being kept in a cage, or a leash, only being let out to eat on all fours or tied down to get funnelled. No talking allowed, just pig noises to satisfy you.

I’m nothing but a vessel to fill, a bloated object to degrade and humiliate.

Being inspected to make sure im piling on enough fat for you. Daily weigh ins. Daily force feedings. I get punished for crying, forced into a crammed cage where my fat spills out and I can’t move.

One day you’ll let me outside. Go out to eat. I have to wear my pig ears and snout and eat everything you order for me.

And I’m still only allowed to oink

No more friends, family, social life.

Only growning, less human, bigger and bigger until I can never get up again

- needing two chairs ( or more ) just to fit your fat ass at the buffet as you've barely fitted through the door

- getting banned from said buffet as you get fed to the point of having your belly in front of everyone, getting gropped and kissed by your feeder as they tell you how much fatter they're going to make you while everyone looks at you in shock, wondering how someone can let themselves go this far into obesity for their own pleasure with no regrets

- having your feeder nurse look after you and take care of your every needs, stuffing you beyond your limits each day as you struggle to breath under your gut pinning you in place, begging to be pleasured as your piggy mind gets hornier and hornier with each bite and slap on your jiggling gut

- needing mobility aids just to move your lard ridden body around ( bariatric cane, wheelchair, mobility scooter, etc. ) for the time being, just waiting for the inevitable moment you won't be able to move an inch from your bed, now having two purpose, getting stuffed and fucked like the perfect immobile piggy you are while growing even fatter for you and your feeders pleasure