Chapter 2 The Next Day

Leslie and Jake let Taylor sleep in the next morning. Jake got up and did the chores around the farm while Leslie began cooking for the day. It was becoming a full time job keeping her pet fed. She fried up sausage, bacon, and pork chops, all covered with sausage gravy accompanied by stacks of pancakes drenched in butter and syrup topped with tons of whipped cream. With the breakfast feast finished and the chores done Leslie went and woke Taylor. Leslie admired her flabby bloated form laying sweating on the mattress low labored breathing coming from the fat blob. Leslie woke her and helped her upstairs. All three ate their fill. Once Jake and Leslie were full they both helped stuff Taylor to full capacity. Taylor hadn’t spoken yet today just drinking heavy cream and stuffing her greedy gut with greasy farm raised pork. Leslie let Taylor sit and digest the pile of food gurgling in her mountain of a belly. Once the kitchen was clean and in order Leslie took Taylor to shower her and get her a much needed bath. She soaped and inspected all the new fat, folds and stretch marks. During the bath Leslie finally took stock in her own gain. Her waist line had not been immune to the fatten pork either. “Hmm piggy maybe we both need to get on the scale at the end of the month.” Taylor was giddy with the prospect making the 280lbs weight goal and being allowed to be bred. Her hands were constantly running over her hips and belly longing for seed to be planted deep in her and to feel her body swell more. The rest of the month went much the same. Leslie cooked and cared and funneled the hog supplements to Taylor she was swelling by the day. Taylor lost track of time she forgot it was weight in day. Leslie and Jake woke her up, it’s the first of the month piggy, you know what that means.” They both helped the groggy lazy bovine girl to her feet. Taylor had grown a double chin and puffy cheeks. He neck was fat her arms inflated weak bags of fat with stretch marks and a small roll by her arm pit. She had three back rolls that met her sizable love handles her ass was huge and flabby with a fat shelf connecting her cheeks to her love handles, her thighs jiggly and pocked with cellulite they both had a roll formed at the top by her crotch. Her knees disappeared under the flab as well as any calf tone. Her belly hung down concealing the fact that she had on no panties. Her belly button was deep and collapsed on itself. Creating and upper belly fold. Leslie had never seen such a lazy flabby cellulite covered piggy. Taylor waddled up on the scale. “Wow 293 lbs you out did yourself piggy!” Exclaimed Jake. “Good job hun you fattened her beyond her breeeding weight. Taylor had to sit right back down her muscles weak just from the exertion for standing just a couple minutes. Jake was curious of his wife’s progress as well. She’s been snacking with Taylor the past few months. Leslie weighed in at 385lbs. “Taylor honey soon you’ll be bigger then me” she heard Taylor’s belly growl, “I have breakfast for you sweetie can’t have you wasting away.” Leslie kept Taylor arroused and eating all day and long into the night before she let her sleep. The next day was the breeding party. That day Taylor was woken up and funneled twice before noon. Then bathed clean and put in a new cow print outfit. The same neck collar and hands bound behind her just as before. Taylor was only covered in skimpy cow print sofie shorts. Her belly and love handles hanging over the waist band her flabby thighs jiggling below ridding together her ass cheeks hanging out of the bottom and a good three inches of crack showing from the top. Her love handle stretch marks connected to her belly stretch marks now. Her tits filled filled milk she could produced a pint a day per tit. Her nipples had darkened and leaked if she wasn’t pumped on time. She had turned into a true cow. Leslie inspected her final product, “you’re an absolute cow Taylor. Imagine how big you’re going to get once your bread, are you ready fatty?” She reached to Taylor’s crotch. She had already soaked through the cow print cotton shorts. “No doubt you’re ovulating piggy, you’ll be good and knocked up by morning.” All Taylor could do was let out a small moan. Leslie began to guide her down stairs for the breeding party the same guests anxiously awaiting the jiggling stretched marked cellulite cover cow to make her appearance.