Piggy seems to have eaten her way out of these 24s. Maybe I should quit feeding her so much? Who the fuck am I kidding? I love how fat she looks here. What a hog.
That feedist urge to fatten my hog beyond recognition by anyone that knew her from years past. They could walk by her on the street and just see another fattened hog. Not even realize it’s her and how gluttony shaped what they saw. How every time I put the funnel between her lips, I was thinking about where those calories were going to deposit across the growing expanse of flesh across her corpulent figure.
The evolution of gluttony is sinfully luscious. It starts with an extra treat here and there. Portions increase. Appetite swells with a waistline. Soft moves to chubby. Chubby flows to fat. Fat oozes into blob. Stretch marks become celebrated marks of expanded girth. Every “bad” connotation behind fat and weight gain turns into a joyous victory to be celebrated. Eat up.
In about a week, we are having a staycation. I’m going to use that 8 days to feed my greedy piggy relentlessly. I plan to post some updates and photos as well. She will be weighed and measured, before we start and when vacation is over. The idea is plenty of snacks, heavy meals, and multiple funnel sessions daily. Time to pork up my fatty.
