Chapter 7 - having it all/conclusion

By this point, I was well over 300 lbs. My belly and tits all but scraping across the dirt and grass. My knees didn't even feel like bone was pressing into the ground, too swallowed up by the fat around them. When we finally got there, he made me strip out of my already ruined clothes and said from that point on I wasn't allowed to stand, talk, or leave the barn on my own.

If I wanted to communicate with him, I had to oink; another thing he stole from my treatment of Emily. I wasn't even sure if the girl could talk at that point; growing so unaccustomed to it that she might have simply forgotten how to. God, what a turn on.

The whole thought of being turned into a pig excited me. Again, my own twisted actions manifesting themselves into self deprecation. Every day that week, he pumped me full of more fat. Despite the fact that I had turned Emily into a human whale, I knew deep down that half the fat being added to my figure was my own. If not for her, I probably would've eaten my way to 500 lbs by now. I would've been too fat to work. Hell, I would've been too fat to walk. I would've had to quit my job, probably start collecting some form of government assistance. I would've been nothing more than a fat slob who wore the same chocolate-stained muumuu everyday because I was too fat to change myself.

Without Emily, I never would've become the captain of industry that I was and I knew it. I owed everything to her and I treated her like garbage. So I needed to punish myself for it. Humiliate and degrade myself as an act of penance. When I had to crawl on all fours like an animal, when I was forced to eat pig slop out of a trough instead of regular food, when I had the words PIG SLUT permanently branded on my ass, when I was fattened up to 900 lbs of blubber, immobilized and forced to wallow in my own filth while my new husband plowed me from behind like a cheap whole made of gelatin; it was all an apology for my sins.

But when I got back home, did I change at all? You bet your ass I didn't. I transferred all the fat back into Emily and continued to treat her like I had been. I grew more perverse as my status continued to rise. I started putting hormones in her food, which thanks to my time with Forrest at the barn had been changed to pig slop, so that she started lactating like the cow she was. To celebrate my promotion to CEO, I got a plastic surgeon to change her nose into a pig's snout. And when she got fat enough that her gut covered the entirety of the king sized bed I had got for her, Forrest and I started banging on top of her like she was a living water bed.

But all that was in the past. Now, at the crisp age of 45, I can't help but count my blessings. I'm one of the most successful women in the history of business. I have a loving husband and two beautiful children. I'm still hot as hell. And I have a multi-ton blob that lives in my basement who helps me live out all the kinky fantasies I have swirling around in my head.

Who ever said you can't have it all?