#goth feeder

One evening, Brittany's curiosity got the better of her when she received an anonymous invitation to a "relaxation session." The promise of a spa-like experience intrigued her. She arrived at Luna's house, unaware of her host.

"Wait, you?" Brittany scoffed, recognizing Luna. "What is this, some witchy nonsense?"

Luna smiled serenely. "Why don't you sit down and find out?"

To her own surprise, Brittany stayed. The room was dimly lit, with candles casting flickering shadows. A soft, rhythmic hum filled the air as Luna’s voice began to weave a web of calm. Despite her skepticism, Brittany’s eyelids grew heavy, and soon she was under Luna’s control.

Over the next few weeks, strange things began happening to Brittany. She couldn’t resist eating, her appetite growing insatiable. Every time she saw food, she felt an uncontrollable urge to indulge. Luna, always watching from the sidelines, delighted in her handiwork.

It wasn’t long before Brittany’s toned cheerleader physique started to change. Her once-tight uniform stretched across her softening frame. Her cheer squad whispered behind her back, but Luna made sure Brittany remained oblivious to their judgment.

"Luna, I don't get it," Brittany confided one day, her voice trembling with frustration. "I can't stop eating!"

"Oh, don’t worry," Luna said, her lips curling into a smile. "It’s just stress. Have another donut; it’ll help."

Brittany obeyed without question, her hands trembling as she devoured the treat.

Months passed, and Brittany was unrecognizable. She had ballooned into someone she would’ve mocked, her days now revolving around food and indulgence. Luna reveled in her power, often visiting Brittany with "gifts" of calorie-laden treats.

"You look... comfortable," Luna teased one day, watching Brittany struggle to rise from the couch.

"Shut up!" Brittany snapped, though her defiance was feeble.

But Luna wasn’t done. She brought Brittany to a secluded cabin under the guise of a "wellness retreat." It was there that Luna’s transformation of her tormentor reached its peak. She fed Brittany meal after meal, her once-taunting words replaced with sickly-sweet encouragement.

"Good girl," Luna cooed, setting down another platter. "Eat up, my little piggy."

Brittany, too dazed and conditioned to resist, obeyed.

In the end, Brittany was trapped—not just by her own body, but by the twisted dynamic she and Luna now shared. Luna, for the first time, felt powerful, reveling in the poetic justice of her revenge.

As for Brittany? She could only watch helplessly as Luna continued to shape her fate, one bite at a time.

-Part 2-

Brittany’s life had shifted completely. The once proud and popular cheerleader now spent her days in Luna’s shadow, unable to resist the goth girl’s commands. The hypnosis had sunk its claws deep into Brittany's mind, leaving her pliable and eager to please.

Luna took full advantage of her power. She turned Brittany’s once-bright spark into a dim flicker, reveling in every moment of control.

“Here, Brittany,” Luna purred one afternoon, placing a massive tray of cupcakes in front of her captive. “You know what to do.”

Brittany hesitated for just a second, her hands trembling. “Luna… I’m so full…”

Luna’s eyes glinted with a cruel amusement. “Oh, but you love pleasing me, don’t you?”

Brittany nodded, her will crumbling like the cupcake she picked up. “Yes… I do.” And with that, she began eating again, one bite after another, her cheeks flushed with shame and submission.

Days turned into weeks, and Luna’s control only deepened. Brittany no longer questioned her role. Each morning, Luna would arrive at Brittany’s house with bags of food—pancakes dripping with syrup, greasy burgers, and milkshakes thick enough to be a meal on their own.

“Breakfast, piggy,” Luna would announce, setting the feast before her.

Brittany would waddle to the table, her oversized pajama pants barely fitting her now. “Thank you, Luna,” she would mumble before digging in, unable to stop herself.

Luna sat nearby, watching with satisfaction. She had transformed Brittany from her tormentor into her obedient pet. The girl who had once sneered at her was now utterly dependent on her.

Word about Brittany’s transformation spread through the school. Pictures of the once-perfect cheerleader, now struggling to fit into her clothes, began circulating online.

“Did you see Brittany?” one of her former friends whispered in the hallway. “She’s enormous! What happened to her?”

“She’s like a different person,” another replied. “Do you think Luna has something to do with it? I heard they’ve been hanging out.”

Luna overheard these whispers and smirked. She loved the attention—and the power.

One evening, Luna decided to push Brittany further. She brought her to a secluded park under the cover of night. In the moonlight, she set up a table overflowing with food.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” Luna said, her voice dripping with mock affection. “Tonight, I want to see just how much you can handle.”

Brittany’s face flushed. “I’ll try, Luna… for you.”

As Brittany began eating, Luna circled her like a predator, whispering in her ear. “That’s it. More. You’re my perfect little piggy now. Every bite makes you mine.”

Brittany obeyed without hesitation, her swollen stomach pressing against the fabric of her dress. Luna watched with a wicked smile, her heart pounding with satisfaction.

By the time summer rolled around, Brittany had fully succumbed to her new life. She no longer attended school, her days instead filled with eating and pleasing Luna. The former cheerleader was now unrecognizable—her once-toned body replaced by soft, rounded curves, her confidence replaced by quiet obedience.

Luna, however, thrived. She had risen from the bullied goth girl to someone feared and respected. She kept Brittany close, always reminding her who was in control.

“You’ve become everything I wanted you to be,” Luna whispered one evening, patting Brittany’s swollen stomach.

“And I’m yours,” Brittany replied softly, her voice filled with submission.

Luna smiled. “That’s right, my piggy. You’re mine.”

-Part 3-

Luna had grown bolder in her control of Brittany, relishing every moment of dominance. By now, Brittany was far beyond the girl she once was—her body a testament to Luna’s relentless encouragement and her own newfound indulgence. Luna’s secluded cabin had transformed into Brittany’s world, a place where all she did was eat, sleep, and obey.

One evening, Luna stood before Brittany with a wicked grin. The former cheerleader was sprawled on an oversized, reinforced couch, her body too massive to move easily. Plates and wrappers from her latest meal surrounded her, and her soft, heavy breathing filled the room.

“It’s time, piggy,” Luna said, pulling out a trolley laden with platters of greasy, calorie-packed food. “Tonight, we’re going all out.”

Brittany’s face flushed. “Luna… I don’t think I can—” “You can, and you will,” Luna interrupted, her voice firm but tinged with affection. “You’ve come so far. You’re perfect, Brittany. My perfect little piggy.”

Brittany’s resistance melted. She loved the way Luna’s words made her feel—seen, cared for, and utterly controlled.

“Yes, Luna,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I’ll eat for you.”

As the night wore on, Luna fed Brittany bite after bite. She whispered encouragement, occasionally stroking Brittany’s soft cheeks or patting her rounded belly. The hypnosis that had once bound Brittany seemed like a distant memory. She wasn’t resisting anymore—she didn’t want to.

“Luna,” Brittany said suddenly, her voice soft but steady.

“Yes, piggy?” Luna replied, smirking as she offered another bite.

“The hypnosis…” Brittany hesitated, her face flushing. “It wore off a while ago.”

Luna froze, her fork hovering in midair. “What?”

“I… I like this,” Brittany admitted, her cheeks reddening. “I like being yours. I like how you look at me. I love being your piggy. It’s… freeing. I don’t have to be the perfect cheerleader anymore. I don’t have to care what anyone thinks. Just… you.”

For a moment, Luna was stunned. Then, a slow, wicked grin spread across her face. “Well, well,” she purred. “You’ve been a good little piggy all on your own.”

Brittany nodded, tears brimming in her eyes. “I want to keep being yours, Luna. I don’t want to stop.”

Luna knelt beside her, gently stroking Brittany’s flushed face. “Oh, Brittany,” she whispered. “You’re perfect just the way you are. And I promise, I’ll take care of you forever.”

From that moment on, Luna fully embraced her role as Brittany’s caretaker and mistress. She expanded the cabin to accommodate Brittany’s growing needs, installing larger furniture and ensuring the kitchen was always stocked with the most indulgent foods.

Brittany, now too large to move unaided, embraced her new life with enthusiasm. She delighted in Luna’s attention, savoring every meal and every word of praise.

Luna, in turn, found joy in her creation. She loved feeding Brittany, watching her grow, and knowing she had transformed the once-proud cheerleader into her adoring, immobile piggy.

One evening, as Luna sat beside Brittany, feeding her a decadent slice of cake, she leaned in and whispered, “You’re mine forever, Brittany.”

Brittany smiled, her eyes filled with contentment. “Forever, Luna.”

And for the first time in her life, both girls felt completely at peace.

-Part 4-

Weeks passed, and Brittany's transformation continued relentlessly. She had become a massive, immobile figure, her body expanding beyond what anyone could have predicted. Her skin stretched taut over her bloated form, her face round and full, her arms and legs thick with the weight of indulgence.

But for Luna, it was never enough. She had found her power, and she wasn't going to stop. Brittany, despite her size, still obeyed, still submitted willingly, hungry for Luna's approval, and willing to devour whatever she was given.

Luna entered the room, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as she gazed at her creation. Brittany lay sprawled on the couch, her bloated belly resting heavily against the cushions, her breathing slow and labored. She had just eaten a large dinner, but Luna was never one to let her pet go without more.

“Are you ready for your dessert, piggy?” Luna’s voice was a soft, sweet taunt.

Brittany groaned softly, her face flushed with fullness. “Luna… I… I’m so full…”

Luna smiled as she pulled a tray laden with rich cakes, pies, and pastries to the side of the couch. “Oh, I know, sweetheart. You’re always full. But you’ll eat it anyway.”

Brittany’s eyes glazed over as she gazed at the food. Despite the protests of her body, her hands reached out, trembling with a hunger that went beyond physical need—this was a hunger for Luna’s praise, for her attention. She took a bite of a frosted cake, slowly chewing, each bite heavier than the last.

“Good girl,” Luna cooed, her fingers gently stroking Brittany’s chubby cheek. “You’re doing so well. Just one more bite for me. I know you can do it.”

Brittany, her body straining with the effort, opened her mouth and took another forkful. The weight of the food felt almost unbearable, but the pleasure of Luna’s voice, the way she showered her with praise, kept her going.

“I want you to be perfect for me, Brittany,” Luna continued, ignoring how Brittany’s stomach bulged painfully beneath her tight, stretched clothing. “And the only way to do that is to keep eating. You’re my piggy now, and you’ll always be my piggy.”

Brittany whimpered, her body trembling as she swallowed yet another mouthful, the sweetness of the cake thick on her tongue. “I… I’ll always be your piggy,” she gasped, her hands now clutching the edge of the plate to steady herself.

Days blurred together as Luna continued her cruel, yet comforting routine. Brittany was fed at all hours, with each meal heavier than the last. She no longer questioned the fullness that threatened to overwhelm her. The bloating, the pain, the discomfort—it all became a constant in her life, and still, she ate.

One evening, Luna sat beside her, watching with an almost predatory delight as Brittany struggled to take another bite of the enormous sandwich Luna had prepared for her.

“You can do it, piggy,” Luna said softly, brushing Brittany’s hair back from her face. “I’m proud of how much you can eat. It’s what makes you perfect.”

Brittany, her cheeks red and swollen, nodded weakly. She could barely move, her arms resting heavily on her enormous belly. She had become so large that getting out of the couch was almost impossible. Her world had shrunk to the food that Luna provided, and the feeling of surrender to Luna’s will.

“I’m so full… I can’t…” Brittany whispered, her voice strained.

“You will eat it,” Luna replied coolly. “You’ve always obeyed, and you will obey now. You’re mine. I need you full and happy. Keep eating.”

With trembling hands, Brittany brought the sandwich to her mouth, taking another bite, the excess food making her stomach protest louder than ever. But the pleasure that came from Luna’s gaze, the pride she felt in her obedience, drove her forward.

Luna stood and paced around her, watching Brittany with cold satisfaction as the girl continued to gorge herself. She couldn’t help but admire the once-proud cheerleader now reduced to nothing more than a helpless, bloated creature, willing to consume everything placed in front of her.

“Don’t stop, Brittany. You’re perfect just the way you are, and you’re going to keep growing for me,” Luna murmured. “I’ll make sure you’re always full, always satisfied. You’ll never want for anything.”

Brittany, her vision swimming from the sheer weight of her body and the food, let out a shaky breath. “I want to be yours… forever.”

Luna smiled down at her, a cruel satisfaction in her eyes. “Forever,” she echoed, her hand gently pressing against Brittany’s swollen belly. “You’ll always be mine, my piggy.”

And Brittany, in that moment, knew she would never be free again—not that she wanted to be. She was Luna’s now, and she would continue to grow, consumed by her obedience and her insatiable need to please.

-Part 5-

The days had become a blur of indulgence, with each moment blending into the next. Brittany’s life was consumed by her overwhelming appetite, and she was no longer the girl who had once been known for her athleticism and cheerleading prowess. Her body had grown so large that she could hardly recognize herself in the mirror, but she didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was Luna and her endless desire to feed her.

Luna had become more demanding, watching her piggy grow with cruel satisfaction. She reveled in how Brittany’s belly had stretched beyond comprehension. Her once-tight clothes were now nothing but distant memories, replaced with loose, oversized garments that could barely contain the sheer mass of her bloated form.

Brittany’s stomach had become a constant weight on her, a tight, aching presence that never let up. She could no longer remember the last time she had felt hungry, nor could she recall what it felt like to be empty. Her body was always full, always aching, and yet, every time Luna appeared with food, she ate without hesitation.

It was late one evening when Luna arrived with a tray piled high with food—extra-large portions of pasta, burgers, mashed potatoes, and desserts. The sheer sight of it made Brittany’s stomach churn with the familiar, gnawing pressure, but she said nothing. She knew what was expected of her.

Luna placed the tray on the table in front of Brittany, her eyes gleaming. “You’re looking so good tonight, piggy. But there’s always room for more, isn’t there?”

Brittany’s belly was already stretched taut from the previous meals. She could barely breathe without feeling the tightness pressing against her skin. Her body felt heavy, the flesh of her stomach spilling out over her waistband, every movement a struggle. But Luna was watching, her gaze sharp and demanding.

“Go on,” Luna purred. “You can eat it all. I know you can.”

Brittany’s hands trembled as she reached for the first burger, her stomach groaning in protest. She opened her mouth and took a bite, chewing slowly as the overwhelming fullness pressed down on her. Each bite felt like a violation, but she kept going. For Luna.

“I don’t know how much more I can take,” Brittany muttered, her voice strained as she chewed, but her hands continued to feed her mouth, moving without thought.

Luna crouched beside her, caressing her swollen belly. “It’s not about what you can take, Brittany. It’s about what I want. You’re mine, and you’ll keep eating. You don’t need to be hungry to eat. I’ll make sure you’re always full. Always perfect for me.”

The hours passed, and Brittany’s belly became more and more distended. The pressure inside her was unbearable, but Luna pushed her further, encouraging her to eat more. It was as if she no longer cared whether she was full, hungry, or anything at all. Her body had become a vessel for the food that Luna provided, each meal an extension of her dominance.

Brittany’s thoughts had grown foggy, her mind consumed with only one thing: eating. She was beyond the point of feeling hungry or full. Her body simply demanded more, and Luna fed it without hesitation.

At one point, Brittany’s stomach was so tight she thought she might burst. She had no more room, but Luna pressed another spoonful of mashed potatoes to her lips, smiling wickedly as Brittany opened her mouth, swallowing it without a word.

“You’re doing so well,” Luna said softly, her hand tracing the curves of Brittany’s overstuffed belly. “So good, in fact, that I think we should go even further.”

Brittany’s eyes fluttered, her head feeling light from the pressure and the constant influx of food. “I don’t think I can eat anymore…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Oh, but you will,” Luna said, her tone firm. “You don’t have a choice, Brittany. You want to be mine, and mine means always being full, always eating, always growing.”

Brittany had no fight left. She leaned back against the couch, her belly so large it was almost impossible to move. Her skin felt stretched to its limits, every breath labored, but still, Luna was insistent. She brought out a final platter—a towering cake, layers upon layers of frosting and cream.

“Open wide, piggy,” Luna commanded.

Brittany obeyed without a second thought, her mouth opening as Luna shoveled another bite into it. With each passing minute, Brittany’s body became more swollen, more bloated, but she continued to eat. There was nothing else.

The cake was the last straw. Brittany’s belly pressed hard against the fabric of her clothes, and she felt as if she couldn’t breathe, as though her entire body had become a prison.

“I can’t… breathe…” she gasped, her eyes watering from the sheer discomfort.

Luna leaned in close, her voice a soft, mocking whisper. “Good. That’s how I want you. Too full to move, too full to think. Just my perfect piggy, always needing more, always growing for me.”

Brittany closed her eyes, unable to process anything anymore. The food had become a distant sensation, her body a tool, a vessel for Luna’s desires. She was beyond full, beyond hungry, beyond any sense of self.

“I’m yours, Luna,” she whispered, her voice distant but filled with absolute devotion.

Luna smiled, watching her with satisfaction. “Forever.”

And so, Brittany’s life became a never-ending cycle of feeding and overfeeding, unable to escape the tightening grip of her own body, always filling, always growing, as Luna’s obedient, overfed pig.

-Part 6-

Brittany's transformation had reached its breaking point. Her body, now impossibly large, felt like a heavy burden. Each movement was an effort; she couldn’t walk, she couldn’t stand, and even sitting up had become a painful task. Her stomach, once a flat surface, now stretched out like a mountain, tight and swollen from endless meals. It was as if she had become one with the couch she spent all her time on—nothing but a mound of flesh, helpless and bloated.

The physical discomfort was overwhelming. Brittany’s skin pulled tight over her swollen belly, and every breath felt labored. Her limbs felt heavy, weighed down by the relentless consumption of food. She could feel her body begging for relief, for rest, for some kind of reprieve from the fullness that had consumed her every waking moment.

Yet, despite it all, despite the aching pressure inside her, there was one thing Brittany knew beyond a doubt—she loved to obey Luna.

Luna had been keeping her full and content, feeding her steadily throughout the day. She had come to visit Brittany at the end of yet another long stretch of feeding, carrying trays laden with food. Brittany’s eyes glazed over, her face flushed, her body aching, but still, her mouth opened eagerly. She couldn’t stop herself from obeying Luna.

“You’re looking so good, piggy,” Luna said, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she placed the plate in front of Brittany.

Brittany’s hands shook as she reached for the food, her bloated stomach groaning under the weight. Every bite felt like a small death, her body screaming for release, but she couldn’t stop. She wanted to obey. She wanted to please Luna.

“I… I don’t know how much more I can eat,” Brittany gasped, her voice weak, a soft pleading note in her tone. Her stomach felt so tight, it was as if her very skin might tear.

Luna merely smiled, her eyes dark with amusement. “Oh, but you will. You’re mine, and I want you full. Always full.”

Brittany's heart raced at those words, and despite the ache in her body, she reached for more. She didn't need to be told twice. Her hands moved automatically, feeding herself for Luna, submitting to the only reality that now existed in her life. Her body begged her to stop, but the pleasure of obeying Luna's every command drowned out all other thoughts.

“I’m yours,” Brittany whispered, almost breathlessly, her voice quivering. “I love to obey…”

The pain in Brittany’s body was becoming unbearable. She could feel her stomach stretching further, her sides aching from the sheer weight of the food. Each bite felt like an eternity, her throat raw, her body sluggish. But Luna kept pushing, kept feeding, and still, Brittany obeyed.

“Eat, piggy. You’re not done yet,” Luna said, her voice cool and commanding.

Brittany’s hands shook with the effort as she picked up another spoonful of creamy potatoes, her stomach bloated and stretched to its limits. The feeling of fullness was beyond comprehension, but Brittany couldn’t bring herself to stop. She loved this. She loved the way Luna controlled her, the way she filled her up, the way she made her feel small and helpless, all for the sake of obedience.

“I can’t… breathe…” Brittany gasped, her body protesting as she forced another bite into her mouth.

“You’ll breathe when I say you can,” Luna replied, her tone unwavering. “And right now, I want you to eat. You belong to me, Brittany. You’re mine, and you’ll keep growing. Keep eating.”

Brittany’s chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, her body overwhelmed with fullness, but still, she obeyed. There was no other choice. Every part of her being screamed for rest, for a break from the relentless pressure inside her, but all she could do was take another bite.

She loved Luna’s approval. She loved being praised, even as her body felt like it was about to give way.

It wasn’t long before Brittany’s world became a blur of food, obedience, and discomfort. She could hardly remember a time when she had been anything but this—Luna’s obedient, overfed pig, incapable of defying the need to please her mistress. Every day, Luna would arrive, bringing new feasts, and Brittany would eat. The fullness would return, each meal worse than the last, but Brittany never said no.

She no longer knew what hunger felt like. She no longer cared about the pain, the stretch of her body, or the physical limits. The only thing that mattered was Luna and the pleasure she derived from seeing Brittany at her most helpless.

One evening, as Luna fed her yet another massive meal, Brittany whispered, almost inaudibly, “Please… I want to keep pleasing you. I’ll do anything… just don’t stop…”

Luna leaned in, a smile curling at the corners of her lips. “Good girl, Brittany. You are mine. And as long as you obey, you will always be my perfect little piggy.”

Brittany’s heart swelled with a strange, twisted joy. The fullness that had once seemed like a curse had become her purpose. She couldn’t imagine her life without it, without the endless cycle of eating, growing, and pleasing Luna.

“Forever,” Brittany murmured, her eyes closing as she surrendered completely to the overwhelming ache in her body.

And in that moment, as Luna continued to feed her, Brittany knew that her world had been reduced to one singular truth: She lived to obey.

-Part 7-

As the months passed, Luna and Brittany’s world became more and more isolated, a world that existed only for the two of them. The once vibrant cheerleader, now a massive, immobile figure, had fully accepted her place in Luna’s care. She no longer remembered the outside world—the people, the expectations, the cheerleading routines—everything had faded away. The only thing that mattered was Luna and the meals she so lovingly provided.

Luna had grown even more confident, fully embracing the role she had crafted for herself and Brittany. The cabin they shared had become a fortress of indulgence, a place where every inch of space was dedicated to their needs. There was no room for discomfort in this world—only more food, more control, and more obedience.

Every day, Brittany woke up in the same position she had fallen asleep in the night before: sprawled on the oversized couch that had become her permanent home. The first thing she would feel was the pressure of her bloated belly, still stuffed from the night before’s meal. She didn’t need to move; Luna would take care of everything.

Luna would arrive every morning, bringing with her an enormous breakfast. Pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon, sausages—everything rich, everything decadent. Brittany didn’t have to ask for it. She didn’t need to make a decision. All she had to do was open her mouth, and Luna would feed her, spooning the food into her mouth with a mix of tenderness and satisfaction.

“Good morning, piggy,” Luna would say with a smile, her fingers gently brushing Brittany’s face. “You ready to eat for me?”

Brittany would smile back weakly, her face round and full, her eyes slightly glassy from the constant state of fullness. “Always for you, Luna,” she would murmur, her voice hoarse, but filled with devotion.

And she would eat. It was all she did now. Eat, sleep, and obey.

The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. Brittany’s body continued to grow, slowly and steadily, her skin stretched so tight it seemed ready to burst. Her arms and legs were nearly unrecognizable, thick and heavy, a reflection of the constant overfeeding. Yet, she never complained. Luna’s presence was the only thing she craved. Her love, her control, was all Brittany needed to feel whole.

Luna, meanwhile, had grown even more possessive. She had turned the house into her domain—everything was customized to Brittany’s ever-expanding needs. There were reinforced furniture, extra-large beds, and custom-built tables designed to hold the massive amounts of food Luna prepared daily.

“Brittany, you’re perfect,” Luna would whisper, brushing her hand across her swollen belly. “The more you grow, the more I know you’re mine. I’ll never stop feeding you. You’ll always be this way for me.”

Brittany’s heart would swell with pride at Luna’s words. She couldn’t imagine being anything but this. The pain in her body—the constant pressure—had become something she was used to, something she welcomed. It was proof of her devotion to Luna. Every bite, every moment of discomfort, was worth it if it made Luna happy.

Luna had begun planning for the future, but it wasn’t the kind of future most people envisioned. She knew Brittany would never be able to leave the house again, but she didn’t need to. Luna had arranged for everything, ensuring that Brittany would remain in a constant state of fullness and indulgence for the rest of her life.

She had set up a feeding schedule, each meal larger than the last, with no end in sight. The food kept coming, endless and bountiful, as Brittany’s body continued to grow and stretch. Her thighs rubbed together now, her belly so large it barely fit in the space she occupied. Luna enjoyed watching the transformation, watching as Brittany surrendered completely to her control.

But it wasn’t just about the food. Luna’s love for Brittany had deepened, and she knew that she would take care of her forever. She had planned for every detail—what to do when Brittany became too large to even leave the couch, how to keep her comfortable, and how to make sure that she never wanted for anything again.

“You’re mine,” Luna would say softly, stroking Brittany’s hair. “And I’ll keep you this way. I’ll take care of you, and you’ll never have to think about anything else again.”

Brittany would smile up at Luna, her eyes filled with devotion and love. “I’m yours, Luna. Forever.”

As the years went by, Brittany’s body continued to expand. Her muscles had atrophied, and her skin had stretched beyond what seemed possible. She was no longer able to move on her own, completely dependent on Luna for everything. But she didn’t mind. In fact, it was all she wanted.

Luna, on the other hand, never grew tired of taking care of her. She reveled in the control she had over Brittany, in the way her body had become a symbol of her power. She continued to feed her, to make sure Brittany was always full, always growing, always obedient.

The world outside had long since forgotten about Brittany. No one came to check on her, and she no longer cared. This was her life now—one of constant indulgence, of surrender, of belonging to Luna.

And as Luna watched her piggy grow even bigger, she knew that nothing would ever change. Their future was set. A never-ending cycle of feeding, obedience, and love. Brittany was hers, and she would always be hers.

For both of them, this was all that mattered.

-Part 8-

It had been years since Brittany's life had been reduced to this existence. The world outside was a distant memory—her friends, her cheerleading team, the normal life she had once known. Now, her life was one of surrender, of constant feeding, and the unwavering presence of Luna. Every day had blended into the next, but today was different. Today was Brittany’s birthday.

Luna had been planning it for weeks, eager to make the day as special as possible for her piggy. Brittany, however, had no real concept of time anymore. Birthdays were nothing more than a faint idea to her. The only thing that mattered was Luna.

Brittany woke up as she always did: stretched out on the oversized couch, unable to move, her bloated belly pressing against the fabric, the familiar pressure of fullness weighing her down. Her skin felt tight as usual, but today there was something different about the air.

Luna was there, as always, but today she looked even more excited than usual. She had a radiant smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief and affection as she approached Brittany.

“Good morning, birthday girl,” Luna said softly, brushing Brittany’s hair away from her face.

Brittany blinked up at her, her eyes still heavy with sleep, but she smiled. “I’m still your piggy,” she whispered, her voice thick with the sense of devotion that had become her entire existence.

Luna’s smile widened, and she placed a gentle hand on Brittany’s bloated belly. “And you always will be,” she said. “But today is special, piggy. I’m going to make sure you feel it.”

Brittany barely understood what Luna meant, but she didn’t need to. She trusted Luna completely.

Luna had gone all out for Brittany’s birthday. A massive spread of food covered the table—layers of rich cakes, pies, savory meats, piles of pasta, potatoes, everything indulgent and fattening. She had spent the entire morning preparing everything, making sure it was exactly what Brittany loved. There was no limit today, no restraint.

“Today is your day, Brittany,” Luna said as she set the first course in front of her. “You’re going to eat, and you’re going to grow. It’s your birthday, and there’s no better way to celebrate than by pleasing me.”

Brittany’s eyes fluttered with a mixture of excitement and submission. She opened her mouth as Luna began feeding her, spoonful after spoonful of creamy mashed potatoes, then burgers, then slices of cake, one after another.

At first, Brittany felt that familiar pressure in her stomach, the tightness that had become a constant. But she was so used to it now, so eager to obey, that it didn’t matter. She kept eating, swallowing each bite, feeling the food slide down her throat, her body responding as it always did—expanding, filling.

Luna watched with a smile, satisfied by every bite Brittany took.

“You’re doing so well, my piggy,” Luna praised, her voice low and sweet. “You’re going to be the fattest, most obedient girl, and I’m going to make sure of it. Happy birthday, Brittany.”

Brittany’s eyes were glazed, her mind filled with a strange bliss, a mixture of satisfaction and pain. She could feel her belly stretching even further, the skin so tight that it almost hurt, but she didn’t stop.

“I love you, Luna,” Brittany whispered, between bites. “I’ll always be yours.”

The cake Luna had made for Brittany was unlike anything she’d ever seen—three layers of rich chocolate, topped with thick frosting and layers of cream. It was decadent, the kind of indulgence that only someone like Luna could create for her beloved piggy.

Luna placed the towering cake in front of Brittany, her eyes glinting with excitement. “You’ve done so well today, but we’re not finished yet. You need to finish this cake, piggy. It’s your gift.”

Brittany’s stomach groaned in protest, but she barely registered it. She loved making Luna happy. She loved the praise. And so, with trembling hands, she reached for the cake and took a bite.

With each bite, her stomach grew tighter and tighter, her body becoming more and more overwhelmed with the fullness, but she kept going. Luna encouraged her, her voice soothing and commanding, telling Brittany how perfect she was, how proud she was of her.

“You’re my perfect little pig,” Luna murmured as she caressed Brittany’s swollen belly. “You’ve grown so much, and today, I want you to remember just how much you belong to me.”

Brittany’s mind was a fog of pleasure and fullness. She no longer cared about the pressure in her belly, no longer thought about how tight her clothes were. She was beyond the point of discomfort. She was nothing more than Luna’s piggy, and today, that was all that mattered.

After the cake was finished and Brittany’s belly could barely hold any more, Luna sat next to her, stroking her bloated stomach gently.

“You’ve made me so proud today,” Luna said, her voice filled with affection. “This is your life now, Brittany. Forever.”

Brittany’s eyes fluttered open, a weak smile on her face. “I’m yours, Luna. Forever… Happy birthday to me…”

Luna laughed softly, her fingers dancing across Brittany’s stomach. “Yes, my love. Happy birthday to you. And now, we can just rest. You’ve earned it.”

Brittany closed her eyes, her mind overwhelmed by Luna’s words. In this moment, there was nothing but Luna, her indulgence, and the soft pressure of her ever-growing body.

And for Brittany, that was more than enough.

-Part 9-

Months had passed since Brittany’s birthday, and she had only continued to grow. Her life was now a blur of endless meals, complete submission to Luna, and the constant ache of fullness. Each day brought more food, more indulgence, more expansion. The once-athletic cheerleader had transformed into something unrecognizable—a mass of flesh, wrapped in layers of skin stretched tight from the relentless feeding.

Brittany could hardly remember a time when she had moved freely. Her limbs were so swollen, they barely functioned, and her once-slim waistline had been replaced by a bloated, sagging belly that stretched down to her lap, a constant reminder of her helplessness. She couldn’t stand, she couldn’t walk. Her world had become the couch where she spent her days, unable to move except for the slow and laborious process of eating.

Luna, as always, was at the center of it all, orchestrating every meal, every feeding. She had taken great pleasure in Brittany’s transformation, her control over her growing piggy never wavering. Luna enjoyed watching Brittany’s body expand further, feeling the satisfaction of seeing her once-proud cheerleader reduced to a helpless, obedient servant.

Today, however, was different. Luna had something special planned, something even bigger than the usual feasts. She had spent hours in the kitchen, preparing a selection of food so excessive, so rich, that even Brittany’s ever-expanding stomach might have trouble accepting it.

Luna entered the room, a tray piled high with food in her hands—multiple layers of lasagna, mountains of mashed potatoes covered in gravy, bowls of mac and cheese, and endless stacks of bread, all smothered in butter. She smiled as she looked at Brittany, her piggy, already reclining on the couch, her swollen belly stretched out like a mountain before her.

“You’ve been so good, Brittany,” Luna said softly, her voice dripping with affection. “But today, I’m going to feed you until you can’t take any more. We’re going to make you bigger than ever. You’re mine, and I want you full. Always full.”

Brittany, her face flushed with both pleasure and discomfort, smiled up at Luna weakly. Her body ached, her stomach felt like it might burst, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was Luna’s approval.

“I’m ready, Luna,” Brittany said, her voice slow and thick, a sense of satisfaction already taking over her as she looked at the mountain of food in front of her.

Luna didn’t waste a moment. She placed the first plate of food in front of Brittany—heaping spoonfuls of lasagna, covered in rich sauce and cheese. Brittany’s eyes glazed over with hunger, and without thinking, she opened her mouth and took the first bite. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt truly hungry, but that didn’t matter. She ate because Luna wanted her to, because Luna had given her this task.

With each bite, the pressure inside Brittany’s bloated stomach grew. Her belly groaned with the weight of the food, but she didn’t stop. Luna was beside her, feeding her with a gentle but firm hand, spooning more and more food into her mouth, as if she were nothing more than a feeding machine.

Brittany barely registered the growing discomfort. She could feel her body protesting, but the need to obey was stronger. She swallowed mouthful after mouthful of food, feeling her stomach stretch tighter and tighter. Each bite made her fuller, made her heavier, but she kept going. She didn’t want to disappoint Luna.

“You’re doing so well, piggy,” Luna said, her voice full of satisfaction as she watched Brittany’s belly expand even further. “You’re becoming bigger than ever, and I love seeing you like this. You’re mine, and I’ll never stop feeding you.”

Brittany’s body was beginning to show the toll of the constant overfeeding. Her skin was stretched so tightly it was almost painful, her muscles atrophied from the lack of movement. But all she could focus on was the pleasure of obedience. The more she ate, the more she surrendered to the control Luna had over her.

By the time Brittany finished the lasagna, she could barely move. Her belly was so bloated that it nearly touched the floor, a round, tight sphere of flesh. She could feel the weight of it pulling her down, the tightness making it almost impossible to breathe. But Luna didn’t stop. She simply moved on to the next course: a mountain of mashed potatoes and gravy.

Brittany’s body screamed in protest. She could hardly sit up, let alone eat more, but Luna was insistent. “Eat, piggy. I want you full. Keep going,” she said, feeding Brittany spoonful after spoonful of the rich, heavy food. Brittany’s stomach groaned, her hands trembling as she reached for the food, but she obeyed.

By the time the last of the food was gone, Brittany was almost unrecognizable. Her body was a massive, bloated heap, unable to move, unable to function. Her belly had grown so large, so tight, that she could barely breathe. Her skin was stretched to its limits, and every part of her felt like it was ready to burst.

Luna stood over her, admiring her handiwork. “You’re perfect, Brittany,” she whispered, running a hand across her swollen stomach. “Bigger than ever. Just the way I want you. You’re my piggy, and I’ll keep feeding you until there’s nothing left but you and me.”

Brittany, her mind hazy from the overfeeding, looked up at Luna, her eyes filled with a strange mix of pleasure and agony. She could barely move, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was that she had pleased Luna.

“I’m yours, Luna,” Brittany whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes glazed with devotion. “I’ll always be yours.”

Luna smiled down at her, her heart swelling with satisfaction. She had created her perfect, helpless piggy, and there was nothing that could ever take that away. Brittany was hers, forever.

Brittany’s world was smaller now. She no longer thought of the past or the future; there was only Luna and her ever-growing body. Each day was a cycle of feeding, obedience, and pleasure. And as Brittany grew fuller and bigger than ever, she couldn’t imagine a life without it. She was Luna’s, body and soul, and she would continue to grow, continue to obey, forever.

And Luna, watching her grow even larger, smiled softly. This was her perfect creation, her obedient piggy, and there was no end in sight. She would keep feeding Brittany, keep watching her grow, until the day when there was nothing left but the two of them and their perfect, unbreakable bond.