A pig’s journey

Chapter 1 - prologue

Looking in the mirror as I step onto the scale, I was overcome with joy at the sight. My huge sagging belly, massive man tits and big thighs were all truly everything I wanted.

I started out as a skinny little twink until I accidentally stumbled across feederism and then never looked back. Feederism became my life, all day everyday it was the only thing I could think of. The day I finally gave in and decided to grow as big as I possibly could is one I’ll remember for as long as I live.

I’m now a huge blubbery mass of lard, I’m sweating and panting just standing here as the scale tells me I’ve reached my next goal of 650lbs. I know it won’t be long until I’m completely immobile and just the thought of it makes me hard. My tiny dick is hard but buried deep in my massive blob of a fat pad.

I turn and see my feeder standing in the doorway with the funnel, a huge smirk across his face. He also knows I’ll soon never move again and his huge cock shows that he’s just as excited as I am.

I slowly waddle the bedroom for my next feeding, the next big push to immobility. It takes the longest it ever has today, I’m panting and sweating like crazy but also incredibly turned on at the struggles I’ve given myself by being a complete and utter glutton.

I collapse onto the bed and my arms fall helplessly by the mountain of lard that used to be a tight toned six pack. My feeder attaches the funnel to my face and I instantly begin to leak cum from my useless tiny dick. “Who’s my good piggy then?”, he teases. I snort back in response through the funnel, I don’t use words anymore only people speak and I’m only a pig now.

He turns on the feeding machine and thick fatty slop begins flooding through the funnel. I used to struggle to swallow it all but now I love every single mouth full. When I first started funnel feeding, I’d eat flavoured gainer shakes but now my feeder just gives me pure fat and lard. I don’t need the flavour, I know it’s going to give me more weight super fast and that’s what I need.

As the slop pours into me, I can’t help but remember when I first started. When I gained those first couple of pounds I knew that I’d never be able to stop, I wanted to be more than just immobile. I needed to be more than just immobile.

I could sense that after this feeding I’d probably never be mobile again and I shed a tear of pure joy. My life began to flash before my eyes, not my human life just my true life as a pig. It really was the most amazing of experiences…