Chapter 102 - Epilogue

"Check this out." Dylan stood back up with a hop and extended a hand to Haley. "Here, let me help you up." Though Haley was comfortable, she took his hand, and then Dylan proceeded to help Haley up off of the bed. The ordeal took the better part of a minute, but Haley was finally to her feet with a new understanding of just how strong Dylan had become. He was much better at getting Haley out of bed than Erin had been and certainly better than Haley was at getting herself out of bed.

Leading her to the area of the bedroom he wanted her to see, Dylan pointed to something long and metal on the ground.

"Is that a.." Haley squinted, and she lost control when she realized what it was. "*snort* *snort* *SNORT*"

"It's a trough." Dylan smirked, pleased with Haley's reaction, getting used to the eccentric oinks she used to express herself. "Got it from a farmer's outlet store in the hog section." Leaving Haley to stand in awe, Dylan walked up to the pig trough and gestured to a contraption above it. "It has an automated feeder that I've rigged to fill the trough with an assortment of pastries mixed with melted ice cream. It creates quite the fattening slop."

Haley squirmed a bit, fighting an almost instinctual urge to drop on all fours and go face first. She was excited to try it out but knew there would be plenty of time for that once she adjusted to her new living situation. "Mmmmm oink, that's hot. I'm going to eat most of my meals out of it like an animal. *snort* *snort* Fuck.. I'm going to be a pig, aren't I?" Haley moaned, Squeezing her belly and biting her lip as she ogled the trough with the same sexual passion any ordinary person would show a partner.

"If you aren't already a pig, you will be. And the best part is I've made the automated feeder over the trough voice-activated.. So though it's off right now, When I turn it on, all you need to do is oink right into the voice receiver above it."

"Wow, that's the hottest thing ever. But, like.. that's.. Mmmmm, way too hot. *snort* You'll have to turn it on for me later so I can break it in." Haley couldn't get the image of herself shoving her face into the trough out of her head.

She'd eaten out of a trough Twice before. Most recently, when Haley had shot content with Velvet and Bessie on the hog farm. Haley had shot an eating contest with Velvet where the two girls shared a trough while decked out in their pig costumes. The other time had been when she met up with that client who had fucked her belly button and lied about having a girlfriend.

Whenever Haley ate on all fours alone, she couldn't fight the urge and desire to enjoy her stuffings like a proper hog would eat. Haley felt eating and behaving more like a pig was what she deserved after putting on such an astonishing amount of weight over the years. All Haley thought about was eating, sex, and getting fatter. No different than any other pig. It turned her on like nothing else to let herself be the oinking fat*ss human hog that ate on all fours like a lowly farm animal. She had allowed herself to become the embodiment of all the mean things she used to call fat girls back when Haley's ego made her feel like bullying fatties and comparing them to pigs was somehow a justifiable activity. Now that she'd put herself on the other side of the fat lane, Haley got soaking wet whenever she was degraded, humiliated, and reminded of how far she was from the conventionally hot athlete she used to be.

Seeing the trough reminded Haley of a twisted fantasy she'd been masturbating to since Erin had found out about her fat fetish. In the fantasy, Erin (hot and skinny) would lead Haley on all fours by a leash into a sizeable enclosed pig pen surrounded by a wooden fence. Erin was dressed in one of Haley's favorite slutty party outfits from her Freshman year of college, looking smug like she was better than Haley. Haley would be wearing a shamefully outgrown pair of pink panties fraying and fighting with her fat ass and a tiny pink micro bra, barely covering her nipples. In Haley's fantasy, her snub upturned nose appeared more round like a pig-like snout, her ears elongated and floppy, poking through her hair, and a natural curly pink tail had grown from her backside. Surrounding the enclosed pig pen were all the fat girls who Haley used to make fun of, yet none of them were overweight anymore. Instead, they were skinny like Erin, dressed in scandalous clothes, showing off their flat stomachs and toned bodies. Inside the enclosure were other fat pig-like girls, wearing matching outgrown panties and micro bras, and collard while on all fours like Haley. They were all Haley's former teammates and fellow athletic friends. Friends who used to aid and abed in all the fat shaming Haley used to lead, now ranging in weight from 300-500 pounds. None of them were as severely obese as Haley. Among the fatties was Allison, the second biggest fat*ss, sporting a pig nose, ears, and tail like Haley and the others, looking scared and embarrassed among the herd of oinkers. She would look at Haley and then look away shamefully like she didn't want to be seen in such a state.

Erin would unleash Haley and then smack her on the ass, to which Haley would oink and lumber forward to join the other fat pigs in the pen while all the skinny girls outside the enclosure laughed at her. Then there would be a commotion. The slender hot girls would fill up a few troughs at the far end of the pen. A mixture of cookies, cake, heavy cream, boost shakes, doughnuts, butter, and batter would fill the large metal troughs. All at once, the fat hogs in the pen, including Haley and Allison, would move as fast as their obese bodies would go toward the troughs. Their fat piggish forms would be bumping into each other as they crawled on all fours, oinking, grunting, snorting, and making sounds they used to force out of the former fat girls they used to bully. Lining a trough, Haley would be flanked by two grunting fatties as each and every obese porker buried their face into the caloric sludge. Each fat ass pushed against the fat of the other pig's asses on either side. As Haley and the other pigs ate, they'd get tormented by those looking on. Teasing, insults, and laughter filled the air as Haley, and the other fat*sses, plowed their fat faces into the slop, eating with pure animalistic gluttony while being humiliated. The fatties would eat through the torment as their asses got slapped, their tails pulled, and faces shoved deeper into the slop by the girls they had traded places with in the social pecking order.

Then in came the men. Each man an ex-lover or boyfriend of the girls sucking down pig slop. One by one, the fatties would pick their face out of the trough and turn their heads to watch as their former fuck partner walked behind them in a group. Haley's past boyfriends and every guy she'd slept with before she got fat were among them, and they immediately took notice of her. Instead of the lust she remembered seeing in all their eyes, they only showed disgust as they looked at Haley the hog, finally seeing her for what she'd always been. As the men walked behind the line of fat girls, each of the fat pigs raised their asses in the air, presenting themselves like the lowly sows they were. Haley would join the chorus of oinks as she shook her massive rear at her exes, trying her hardest to get them interested. Then Haley would bury her face back in the slop, eating until her fat ass expanded enough to rip through her panties and expose her pussy to the men. Her curly tail would pathetically wiggle as she only disgusted her ex-boyfriends further with her beyond-obese hambeast body.

None of the fatties got what they wanted as each of the guys would walk past the line of wide pig asses to the much more enticing skinny girls. It didn't take long for them to make out with and undress the hot girls on the other side of the fence of the fatties. One by one, the hot girls would get bent over the fence in front of the fatties. Right in front of Haley, Erin was getting dicked down by her hot ex-boyfriend Mark. All Haley could do, was watch enviously and oink as Erin got fucked. Then, Haley would solemnly bury her face back into the trough in some sort of attempt to sate her burningly needy pussy. All the while, Erin and Mark would mock Haley as they fucked right in front of her, calling her names and letting her know that no one wanted to f*ck her ever again. When each of the men came, they stuck their cocks through the fence and let the pigs clean the cum off of them with their mouths. Each pig, including Haley, eagerly did, desperately understanding that this was the only contact they'd ever get with a cock from now on. Dutifully sucking off the climax from the aftermath of a more worthy sexual partner while feeling the cock go flaccid in her mouth. No matter what Haley did, even in her fantasy, she'd never get rewarded with anything more than that for being a good pig. She was instead forced to reap the consequences of what she'd done to herself. She'd chosen a life of gluttony and laziness and, as a result, was just as sexually appealing to the opposite sex as a real pig was. No desire. Only disgust. Unfuckable.

This had become Haley's new favorite fantasy to masturbate to while stuffing herself. Haley's desires had gotten much more extreme the fatter she got and the longer she went without getting laid. Once upon a time, Haley's darkest fantasy was being tied up by a hot guy before getting fucked. Now, Haley's fantasies revolved around being humiliated, treated like a literal pig, forced into chastity and denied cock due to being unfuckable, and eating massive amounts of food to get off. Haley was no longer frightened by the places her imagination would go to help her cum. She'd never been this constantly horny in her entire life, and it drove her to do and think things that were getting increasingly taboo.

Dylan noticed that Haley's mind had gone someplace else as she gave a spacey gaze at the trough. "I'm glad you like it." Dylan said, snapping Haley back from reminiscing on her twisted daydream.