ᴾᴿᴼᴮᴸᴱᴹᴬᵀᴵᶜ ᶠᴱᴱᴰᴱ

just talking about like momxdaughter feedist stuff below

When I accepted you as my pig, I gave you simple rules.

Didn’t I?

Are you so stupid you can’t even follow them?

Has all that lard finally reached your brain?

Okay, pig. Let me remind you.

Rule 1. You will always obey Mommy.

Rule 2. You will hit your weekly weight goal. No excuses. Always.

Rule 3. You do not cum until I say so. You edge. You always edge.

Rule 4. You eat and drink until you feel sick… then you keep going. No puking. Never waste calories.

Rule 5. You never wear clothes. Pigs don’t get to pretend they’re human.

Rule 6. You worship your Goddess. Always.

Rule 7. You stay high, drunk, or both. No exceptions. Dumb pigs don’t get choices.

Rule 8. Every day you send me proof of how pathetic you are.

Rule 9. Your mouth is not for talking. It’s for swallowing and snorting like the disgusting pig you are.

Rule 10. You will never delete the parental control software I put on your phone, tablet, and computer. It’s for your own good. Mommy owns you.

See how simple that is?

Now listen carefully.

You are not nearly fat enough.

There is no such thing as too fat.

You are not pathetic enough for me yet.

The fact that you can still walk, lift your arms without wheezing, or finish a sentence without sounding completely stupid means you are still imperfect.

Grow for me.

Grab that cake and force it down your throat.

Grab that weight-gain shake and funnel it in under a minute.

Become something better.

Honestly I just let go and gave myself permission fo eat whatever I craved. And I barely exercise. My body was just waiting to grow. I stuffed myself every meal for the first several months. Anything I could get my hands on. All the delicious food I had denied myself up until then. It’s no wonder I blew up so fast. I had to make up for lost time. I couldn’t help myself.

I truly love unhealthy gains and how it’s gonna affect my body. I love feeling sluggish after stuffing myself with fast food, but I do want it forced upon me sometimes.

It’s time to relax

Lay back

Read my words

Just start to breathe deeply

Breathe in

Then out

Relax yourself for a moment

Let all the distractions around you fade away

As nothing else matters to you right now

All you need

Is to let my words guide you

And feel my words start to wrap around you in comfort

And as my words wrap around you

It feels like a heavy blanket

Heavier and heavier

Your thoughts feel heavier and heavier

Your body feels heavier and heavier

As the rest of the world fades away

Nothing else matters but my words

Let your hand wander down

Now start to edge

Slowly

Because good pigs don’t think for themselves

Good pigs obey their orders

Good pigs obey me

You’re too dumb to think

Too dumb to resist

Too dumb to fight back from my influence

Good pigs fatten up

Good pigs gorge themselves

Good pigs feel how heavy they’ve gotten

And they get heavier

Heavier

Heavier

Start edging harder now

The feeling of being a hog excites you

It’s all you care about

Good pigs don’t think

Good pigs eat

Good pigs eat

You’re a good piggy

Deeper

Deeper

Dumber

Deeper

Brainless

All your potential stripped away

You need to obey

Good pigs obey their orders

Stay at home

You’re a NEET

Hopelessly addicted to my words

Keep ordering takeout

Your bad habits now getting worse

Your addictions now getting worse

The influence overtaking your weak mind

Edge harder now pig

You’re a NEET

Broken beyond recognition and control

And you’ll sink

Deeper

Deeper

Dumber

Dependent on me

As your mind

Breaks

Helpless to resist the urges

Embrace it

You’re going to fatten up

Good pigs obey me

Good pigs too dumb to think

Good pigs too dumb to resist

Good pigs eat

Good pigs edge and grow

Good pigs embrace their addictions

Obey

Don’t think

Sink

Deeper

And as you eat

You’ll crave the feeling to edge

You’ll need porn

Your thoughts becoming porn

Addicted and broken

Helpless as your hunger grows

A cycle leading you to obesity

Good pigs obey

You’re a good piggy

Now don’t stop edging

And Eat for me

Throughout these months, I’ve noticed how your eating behavior has slowly gotten worse; every passing day, your manners leave much to be desired. That is actually fantastic, because as your modesty and good behavior have gone down, the size of your belly has undeniably grown—and not just your belly, look at your arms, your double chin, everything seems to have grown.

Do you want to turn into a pig? Into an animal that can only think about eating, shitting, and mating? Is that what you want? I doubt you want that, nobody would be looking for that... wait, why do you have that happy look on your face? Do you seriously want to become a pet, nothing more than a pig? You understand how pigs end up, right?

Your happy face tells me everything. Well, if that is your wish, I could become your owner. However, you must know that once you accept, there is no turning back; there is no escape, only death will allow this to end. Are you okay with that, pig-gy? If so, I want to hear an oink.

OINK!!

Excellent. From now on, you are officially my pig. The first step will be to prepare your feedlot and bring your things, so you can settle in here as soon as possible. What? What is a feedlot? Don't ask unnecessary questions, you'll find out when you're in it. You don't need to think, pig; a good pig wouldn't do that. Just worry about eating and letting yourself go, that's all that matters now. Be the pet you've always wanted to be, be the dumb, gluttonous pig you were destined to be. You won't regret it. If you understood what I said, reply with an oink.