im just here to see bellies

So full I can barely move... exactly how I like it 🐷

Pudding pig 🐷

Are you the proud owner of a plump cow-in-training? 🐮

Want to see how your little ball of butter compares to perfect specimens?

These are my basic benchmarks for a good cow to achieve. They start with simple tasks even the dumbest and least trained beast should manage.

The further down the list your cow make it, the more of an obedient pet they are.

Moo on command, happily showing their neediness

Eat and drink from your hand without hesitation

Present on all fours for you, and let you feel their swelling belly and teats

Moo without prompting, whenever they feel horny, hungry or happy - the only three emotions their docile cow brain should be able to understand

Get horny and needy as soon as they are fed, in case you want to use them after, or during

Finish eveything they're fed, regardless of how stuffed they are

Happily wear a bell for you, and feel themselves getting more and more empty every time they hear it - which is a lot as it shakes while you fuck them

Be able to take you from behind while eating without ever stopping chewing and swallowing like placid, blubbery livestock

Have their belly drag on the ground when they're on all foors, their soft cow tits not far behind

Answer every question with a blank, happy moo. More cream to drink cute thing? Moo. Can I milk your heavy udders? Moo. Don't mind my friend, he's just going to make use of you while I feed you more icecream. Moo.

Hm? What do you want? Here to make fun of me again? Just get out of my way and leave me alone! Huh? What's that in your hand? An attitude adjustment? What's that supposed to mean?

Is this some kind of bell collar? Get it off me! I'm not your pet! Ugh why won't it come off? This stupid cow bell is so loud! I can't hear myself think! Take it off! What do you mean 'just wait'?

Oh fuck...what's that feeling? My chest is so warm...it feels like it's swelling. This bell...is still so loud...what are you moo-doing to me! Everything feels so...warm. Is that...are they filling with something? Are you giving me tits?!

M-moo...no! Stop! They're so big! And they're still growing?! I can feel them sloshing so much...is this stupid collar giving me udders? Even my nipples are growing now! Fuck they're so sensitive...m-moooooo...I can feel so much milk inside me...

Fuck I"m so swollen...they're so sensitive...moooooo~! You're turning me into a fat cow! 'Master'? No! I'm-moooo- not calling you that~! Ch-change me back! I don't want to be livestock! Fuck I'm so full....I need...I need to be milked...I can...still hear the bell...

uniforms getting stretched out, underbelly in a tight tacky polo with corporate logos warping around a gut

taking food home and the end of the day turning into longer multiple lunch breaks, sneaking bites here and there to tame the feeling of never being full enough

messy power dynamics, handsy managers who are too enthusiastic about 'employee development' and coworkers who are getting softer alongside you

upgrading to bigger and bigger sizes, the ease of going 'fuck it why not its only $5 more for a large', loyalty rewards and points

the whole cog in the machine thing mixed with slob/pig stuff is also great. also breaking small stools, getting too big for booths

Nothing much happens at first. The football team has a winning streak; their coach keeps them hydrated with fresh water and encourages them to drink milk both as a proud member of the town but also for their bone strength on the field. For celebrations the coach takes the team to eat feasts at a burger joint that prides itself on local product. Each teammate is encouraged to eat at least two or three dripping double cheeseburgers and they even have eating contests between teammates.

The first change other than a bit of chub is the sensitive tits. One day, one of the teammates is flushed red as he’s changing, too tuned into how his chest is burning– one nudge is all it takes for a fat bead of milk to drip out.

The libido comes next. It becomes a habit and shame for that teammate to pump his pecs into the changing room toilets before changing, but as he comes out he starts noticing how his fellow boys have started to round out. Muscular but increasingly being coated in fat, with rounded pecs and swollen nipples just like him.

He gets ridiculously hard at the sight. He didn’t even think he was gay, but he can’t help it. He really can’t.

The shame of lactating and needing to milk himself in the stalls becomes a guilty pleasure after he realizes jerking off alone doesn’t bring him to the edge. What does is playing with his chest as he’s doing it. Now, when his chest gets too full, he’s immediately hard, and his body is already digesting everything from the active frenzy masturbating has turned into. He becomes hungry too.

He craves dairy. He drinks his own milk. He craves meat. He packs his bag with meat and cheese sandwiches. He craves grease. Those sandwiches are soon replaced with a bag full of burgers from that place down the road. A massive order, sometimes featuring breakfast. He’s thirsty after from the sweat and salt. He chugs water and moans when his stuffed belly bloats more.

His teammates have similar revelations. Two get together and become fuck buddies. Presumably the only ones that do at first. Groping leaking tits, ass, and other fat parts leave them moaning long and low, nearly moo-like over time. They drink from each other’s tits and cock. They feed each other and kiss. Makeout, even.

A third catches them and spurred on by each other’s presence, they have enough bravado to ask him to join them.

The team continue to pile on the weight. With more weight comes more appetite, more libido, more milking.

It’s an endless cycle. The whole team becomes in on it. They spend more time together outside of games (that aforementioned winning streak is long lost and burger feasts become a condolence event instead of a celebratory one… they now eat eight times as much as what they originally did; their coach pays out of pocket), they go back to each others dorms or homes and fuck and feed each other. Anything from two to the whole team. Roommates and parents alike are worried and astounded.

The whole team becomes a herd of boycows, ridiculously horny and milky and hungry. And the best part? Each and every one of them fucking love it. Any help that’s offered is rejected immediately.

I've been in a bit of a writing funk this week, but it was fun to put this together! Thanks for the ask!

TheSpookyEnd on DA writes some of my favorite one-shots, they really know how to pace larger weight gains within a singly story and I think I revisit their stories the most. I'd recommend The NEET Trap, Alien Hospitality, and Moving Out.

On tumblr, I'll shout out:

@the-2nd-one who is consistently making me think about some of the classic tropes in new ways. In particular their fixing the population crisis through fattening men snippets/AU sticks with me.

@wafflekink has great premises and blends in flavors of feedism-adjacent kinks really well. Clueless is brilliantly-written wg denial.

@laaauraeve is a pal and writes some of the best-described scenes, this one about a fat husband is a great example.