A Road Trip

Chapter 1

Ohh, piggy. I remember when I first saw your ginormous ass sat down over two seats at a Burger King on the road, and I knew IMMEDIATELY that you’d be the perfect livestock for me to fatten up. You really missed those sundae shakes they used to have many years ago, and once I was able to charm them into making one just for you, I knew you were just blubbery putty in my hands.

I told you that I thought you were cute and that I thought you’d enjoy going on a road trip with me, and you were sooooo fat and happy with that shake that you obliged immediately to go into my trailer where your wide-load already took up most of the width. Little did you know that, save for those bathroom trips where I lovingly humiliated you in front of all the onlookers, you would NEVER be leaving that dark room.

Every time we passed a grocery store or restaurant I would load up on the most fattening goodies to stuff you with. Whole ice cream cakes from Dairy Queen; triple orders of loaded burgers, fries, AND shakes from Five Guys; two of EVERYTHING from Taco Bell. You would constantly whimper about how full you were, but all I needed to do was inject more estrogen into you and play with your ridiculously blubbery belly and thighs and you no longer had any complaints as you chowed down on tens of thousands of calories a day.

Within a month under my control you gained fifty pounds to surpass 500, with your titanic ass no longer fitting into any of your clothes, and your ENORMOUS L-cup tits constantly lactating. So I decided to order you clothes in all cowprint so EVERYONE would know you were my livestock to be fattened and bred. And I wouldn’t let you waste a DROP of your creamy milk, so whenever we went somewhere for you to use the restroom, I asked the employees to mix your milk into the shakes I’d give you so you can get all those calories back.

But soon fast food alone wasn’t enough for me to stuff my prized sow with. So whenever we’d see a Piggly Wiggly across the street, I would bring in my own piggy and force her to waddle all over the store on a leash as i pick out the THREE CARTS full of junk food I wanted her to finish in that next hour before we got to our next stop. If she didn’t finish the half-dozen family sized bags of chips and gallons of ice cream, I would whip her soft jiggly ass until she scarfed it down, but then reward her with a sensual oily rundown before dinner. You were building up a LOT of stretchmarks all over, and the least I could do was assist with that as I admired all your bovine blubber.

Soon your rate of weight gain doubled, and within another month you were at 600 pounds. With your ass over 100 inches, and your treetrunk thighs over 60”, I now took pride in caressing and even VIOLATING you in public as we made our pit stops, since without my strength you would NEVER get to the bathroom in time.

Now you’re well over 700 pounds, and I’ve found out I can afford all the treats you want by turning you into a traveling freak show for onlookers to see. I KNOW you love all the attention towards your lard-riddled body after being locked in that trailer for months, and I don’t give them a CHANCE to forget about how you’re just a piece of livestock made to to be fattened and bred. Some of my customers have even bred YOU, and I’m sure pregnancy will do wonders for our goals together.