Pigs is Pigs

I decided to invest in a vibrating exercise plate last week to help with the usual circulation and leg swelling. Man, this thing really get the job done.

You want to know the best side effect this thing does while using it? Endless amount of fat ripples.

Im sorry I couldn't chopped this video up to make it bite size. Skim past the 1:40 marker where I tried a different setting.

The scale gave me some hope today as it landed me at 474lb. It's my day off so I'm gonna try and eat as much as possible in hoping it will stick.

I want to be fattened and treated like a pig and I don't mean playfully, I mean like livestock...fattened up to be turned into food.

Perhaps I'm kidnapped or maybe I sign up to be taken to a fat farm where I'm locked away from the world. I'd have my own pig pen with everything set up for me to make my life as comfortable as possible.

In my pen, I'm hooked up to a feeding tube that pumps me full of a thick, dangerously addictive, delicious slop. I can't describe the taste...I don't even know what it is they're feeding me but...fuck it. It tastes way too good to stop guzzling it down.

Weeks of merciless feeding, gorging and gluttony pass by...The relentless feedings riddle my body with fat and turn me into a cascading mass of lard. I can't move. I'm trapped. Consumed by gluttony. Beyond the point of no return. What have I done? How could I let this happen? How did I let things get this out of control?

A couple of feeders on the farm walk into my pen...they're here to inspect me. To see how quickly I've been swelling up. Unbeknownst to me, they've been keeping a close eye on me...They're impressed with how quickly I've been piling on the lard. They tell me that I've been packing on the pounds quicker than any other piggy on the farm and that I'm actually the fattest now, despite being the smallest when I first arrived.

With a devilish look in their eyes, they start grabbing handfuls of the blubbery flesh hanging off my body. My meaty gut. My wobbly thighs. My flabby arms. Then...they start salivating...

"Oh yes we're going to get plenty of bacon off of you, aren't we?"

"Mmm yes, there's plenty of meat on this piggy to go around. I'm thinking bacon, burgers AND hot dogs."

"You're right...and just think about how good it'll all taste...dripping with grease and packed full of lard.

I begin to panic. "B-Bacon? Burgers? Hotdogs? How good it'll all taste? What? Wait...Surely you aren't talking about-"

"Oh yes we are, piggy. You've done such a good job at piling on all that lard...It'd be a shame if it went to waste, wouldn't it? Well just know that you're going to be going to the waists of all the other greedy piggies in the world...They're not gonna be able to get enough of you"