I love gaining and the feeling of growing fatter, but what makes it even better for me is when I’m called a pig or a hog as I do so. I may enjoy the comparison a little too much as my dream would be to be placed in front of a feeding trough, and told to fatten up like a prize winning hog. The idea of being put in front of that trough filled with fattening food, and having a guy constantly refilling it and overseeing every inch of my progress is beyond my wildest dreams. Told I’m their greedy pig and that I’ll be the biggest hog they ever raised as my belly fattens and fills further and further out. Possibly someday being too large to even move away from the trough. That’d be the day he’d finally give me a blue ribbon, and tell me what a good pig I am.
Especially if that blue ribbon is tied allll the way around that big distended belly. 🥴
