Dear little cows, who struggle on your path to happiness, let me help you take that step you might be missing to truly be happy.
The first step is to ask yourself: Do I care about what others say?
The quick answer should be no. However, I know that cows, my dear fat girls, are vain. To that, let me tell you that most likely your first outfit—the one you actually felt comfortable in—was the perfect one, the absolute best. There is no point in worrying about the latest fashion trends or what you will wear to work tomorrow if you don’t feel good yourself. Your body is beautiful; if you want it to be bigger, so be it, because it will be even more beautiful.
Forget the burden imposed by society, your parents, the church, the office; none of that matters. Food is not going to judge you; food is only there to fatten you up. What’s more, it will make you happier, so go on, eat, fill your belly, and rejoice in the message of fatness and joy.
A common doubt would be to ask: if I break free, what will I do then?
My dear little cows, my sweet heifers, let go of that heavy burden that binds you, that makes you unhappy. Thinking about what people will say, worrying about those meaningless things... wouldn't it be better to be delighting in the most exquisite meals while your Satisfyer or clitoral sucker runs and makes you feel good?
The world isn't going anywhere. Let your biggest goal be to watch your clothing sizes grow, seeing how your clothes get tighter and smaller to the point of nudity—to the point where you grow faster than clothes can even be provided for you.
Forget about work, my little cow. Let your biggest worry be whether the soda is enough for your meal; let it never feel like enough. You know you deserve more—more food, more attention. Render yourself useless to everything that doesn't make you happy. Get fat, stay in a constant state of horniness, and let the Satisfyer and your food be your greatest joys.
Let your mind go; if you think of nothing, nothing can affect you. Rejoice in the hedonism of being constantly turned on and never having an empty stomach. That should be your horizon, your final destination, your sole and ultimate objective. By being a pig, you won't suffer any hardship; by eating like a cow, you will be happier, being horny and aroused all day long. You won't have to think about anything because you will have everything, and nothing else will matter, and because your head will be so intoxicated with pleasure that you won't be much different from a farm animal.
Have I still not managed to convince you?
I understand. Well, my cute little chubby girl, let me tell you how I see it: stretch marks are not just marks, they are medals, badges that make you unique. The redder and larger they are, the better, because they only prove the wild abandon your gluttony has developed, how your appetite has grown, and how you have finally broken free. The rolls on your arms will increase, becoming soft and delicious; your belly will grow and your appetite will too, but you mustn't worry. A good little cow is not judged for her fattening; she is rewarded.
Your mobility will be reduced to the bare minimum: the bathroom, occasional shopping, receiving food deliveries. Over time, even those will decrease until the bed becomes your entire world. It is at that moment that all the attention will be yours alone. The only thing you will do is open your mouth to eat and move your arms to bring in more food. As for the rest, someone else will have to take care of you, just like a breeder of a Wagyu heifer would do—with the difference that they aren't fattening you up to eat you, but to delight in your potential for sheer laziness.
Forgotten, it’s not necessary; you’ll barely have to worry about it. It’s likely you’ll spend most of your time naked, and the few clothes you have left will become too small sooner or later. Being naked all day like an animal is the best; it allows your skin to be monitored and gives you the absolute freedom to move completely at your ease.
So, for this and much more, become a cow, a heifer—fat, dumb, horny, in constant heat, but above all things, happy.
A whole lifetime (a short one) to enjoy!
Being a cow is the ideal.
Being a cow will last until your ❤️🧡 can't take it anymore.
Being a cow is everything you need and more.
