chapter 4

A few months had past and Heather had become very content with her new life. Her job had stopped calling as they were getting no responses and she had no friends to wonder where she was. He whole life now was just waking up, eating, eating some more, getting a sponge bath from Greg whenever she got too messy, and then sleeping so that she could do it all again. She got sex every day and was stress free.

Her once slender physique was no more and had been replaced by a wide, heavy frame. Her belly now had a single roll from sitting down and being covered in a thick layer of fat. Her butt did not fare much better as sitting down so much caused it to widen and fill up to cushion her heavy body. Her thighs that had once looked like sticks were now chunky and thick. The once C-sized breast that were on her chest were now the size of water melons and had grown much faster from the formula powder that Greg put in all of her meals. Her arms were doughier and her face was cherubic and round. She now kept her hair back in a ponytail or a bun to keep it out of her face while she ate. One of the few times she actually got up to walk.

When Heather ate, she no longer held back at all. She was no longer embarrassed about eating without clothes or food falling out of her mouth and getting all over her. She could eat five times what she used to and now Greg made frequent trips to the super market and bought plenty in bulk. What those employees must think when he buys enough food for two people for two months each weekend. They must think he works for a day camp or the like, while in reality, Heather was just a huge fat cow that ate like she actually did have four stomachs. It was hard for Greg at first, but with help from his cousin, he was able to get the money needed to make Heather the big fat cow she was and make her bigger every day.

Greg came into his cow's room and prepared her for her fifth meal of the day. He kissed Heather on nose and grabbed a hold of her big, jiggly roll. He played with it in his hand and she cooed.

"You ready for some sausage and mashed potatoes Sugar Tits?" Greg said as he gave Heather's doughy belly a slap.

Heather yipped and smiled, "I'm starving!"

Greg gave his heifer a love bit on the tit and a grope of the belly. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, loving every moment. Her body felt so heavy, fat, and sexy and she loved having her lover play with it. Greg then grabbed her love handles, helped her turn to the side, then grabbed her arms and helped her to her feet. Each step of her massive legs made a thud and a creak on the hardwood floor accompanied by the clicking of her shiny, black heals. The little stilts looked far too small to carry such a heavy load. Greg led her to the table and sat her down in her chair that also creaked under her weight. In front on her there was a huge bowel of sausages sitting in a marinade of savory smelly juices and spices. Next to it was a mound of bread about two feet high and a bucket of mashed potatoes. All of it was for her.

Heather reach for some sausages and potatoes, serving herself by hand. Despite her being much larger and heavy, she was by no means slower. Her appetite never died and she was ravenous from just a couple hours without food besides snacking on potato chips. She filled her plate full of sausages until they started to fall off and stuck them down with globs of mash potatoes. She grabbed a pitcher of gravy and poured it on the mess of starch and meat, then dipped a whole miniature load of bread in it. It only took her a dozen bites as she stuffed her mouth full and watered it down with gravy. She took the whole pitcher to her lips and chugged about an eighth of the volume. The brown liquid dripped from her lips all over her gigantic breasts, the warmth feeling heavenly against her skin.

Greg stared at his gluttonous prized cow stroking his cock as she made a mess of herself.

"Now Honey Heifer, don't forget that bread expands in your belly. If you eat too much, you'll get too full to eat your sausage."

Heather laughed but did not slow down. She moved her attention to the sausage, picked one up, and sucked on it seductively while locking her bedroom eyes on Greg's.

"I can never be too full," Heather said with playfulness in her voice.

She bounced her massive tits in her hands and then jiggled her massive belly, a firm grip on her love handles. Greg could not take it anymore. He stood up and grabbed a sausage from the serving bowl, stuffing it in Heather's mouth. She moaned and looked him in the eyes pleadingly. He stuffed the rest of the sausage in and she chewed it, taking in the spice and robustness of the sausage. She made sounds of pleasure as she did so and once she had swallowed, thanked him with a long, deep moo.

"Fuck, you're such a fat cow," Greg half whispered.

Heather pulled out his rock hard cock and jerked him off while both she and Greg fed her sausages, one after another. Once all the sausages were gone and whatever was left remained in a pile of half chewed bits on her lap, Heather reached for a handful of mashed potatoes, but before she could bring it to her mouth, Greg stuffed his cock in her mouth and grabbed her by her hair. He forced himself deep into her throat and bobbed her head back and forth on his dick causing her to moo uncontrollably. She had been conditioned to after the countless nights of Greg insisting that she moo whenever she is aroused and rewarding her with orgasm. Greg pulled out his cock and covered his hand with gravy, then rubbed it along the shaft of his cock. Heather looked up at him, lust in her eyes as she bit her bottom lip before Greg forced her mouth open and shoved his cock back inside. Heather loved the taste of his cock covered in sweat country gravy. He went harder and harder until he pulled her onto his cock completely and shot his load down her gullet. Greg was still hung like a horse, breathing heavily as he wiped gravy and cum from Heather's lips.

"C'mon. I'm not done yet," he said as he helped he out of her chair and smacked her ass to rear her back into her room.