His Bimbo Cow

Splayed out and growing heavier by the moment. Belly filling what used to be her lap. Her udders being milked while she fills up with shake. Panic setting in if she ever feels a hunger pang. So trained that she doesn’t even worry if we are out and I order her tons of food. She would just be so elated to fill her belly that she’d eat and eat like my perfect heifer. Outfit straining to hold her in as she fills out. Back at home I’ll fill her even more, from every aspect. Fed and bred. Over and over. She’ll stay huge, one way or the other.

Anyways. Yeah.

It’s called “I buy you clothes and you fatten out of them.” There are bonus points for “fattened out of it before it was even worn out.”

There is something about a tightening wardrobe…

Fabric, seams, zippers, and buttons all straining; fighting for dear life to contain the mass you continue to cultivate. It’s intoxicating. It’s euphoric. It’s so damn sexy. You don’t get to size up until a hair tie can’t keep your jeans buttoned. That rule forced you to look more at leggings even though your belly looks massive and cute in jeans. The heat of embarrassment if you were caught with the hair tie straining at your waist is too much. I can’t wait until you are forced to size up.

Looking ready for the pasture or her pen. I should have had her put her ears on.

Aiming for a nice, heavy(er) swing into summer.

❤️winter weight

Seated vs standing. 260-375+ over the years.

Im not a mathematician but the math is mathin’.

Fuck, yes.