Feeder Regrets?

Chapter 1 - Eight Sticks

She was so vibrant when we first met. Tan, athletic, elegant dark hair. Sharp features and such striking, brown eyes. Don't even get me started on how she looked in leggings. Her ass was just fat enough to turn me on. She was flat-chested, but that only drew more attention to her backside.

I almost didn't want to do it to her. We had such a great routine when we first started dating; working out together, learning new things, going out - it was a genuinely fun life. The way we'd fuck all over the house, any position, any time. So dynamic.

A guttural burp, and a fart for good measure, interrupts my thoughts and brings me back to the reality of what I've done.

A pale, acne-ridden fat dome slowly rises and falls on my newly purchased bariatric bed, accompanied by light wheezing, grunting, and munching. Her tub is permanently pushing out her legs, making her look a bit like a turkey. She spends all her time on her back. No longer flat-chested, she has two massive globs of fat pouring off to either side of her. Sometimes when I *** I like to put them on top of her head and watch her drown in her own tit fat. When she's waiting for food refills she'll suck on them like a pacifier out of habit.

Her pussy is a nightmare to find these days. It's a very fatty area for her, so it usually just appears as one fold out of many. Luckily for both of us, she doesn't seem to care whether I'm fucking her or one of her rolls, as long as she's got food while it's happening. The conditioning worked well.

The munching stops, and the grunts take on a deeper tone. I'm calling them grunts, but they're really snorts. I worked hard on rotting her mind to be a snorting hog. She took to it all too easily for it to be much of a challenge.

These particular grunts mean my girl is out of food.

As I walk up next to her, it's hard not to think about what I've done to her face. She had a sharp, defined jawline and toned shoulders. Cute nose and an amazing, warm smile.

Melted, room-temperature butter is stuck in one of her chins, oozing out down her neck and spilling off to the side. I don't clean her much - I like a natural pig - so as a result her hair is greasy and she smells like you'd think. She's a permanent mouth-breather now since her nose is always clogged. The nose itself looks nothing like it once did. When you fatten up like her, your body finds weird places to store all the new lard. It spreads out wide and really looks like a pig snout. Her always-open mouth only adds to her overall look of a mindless, ruined pile of fat.

As predicted, the hog has finished her butter. Meanwhile, she's begun absentmindedly rubbing and kneading her lard. Her arms are so fat and atrophied she can't lift them for long. She'd masturbate if she could, but she just can't reach anymore; instead, she does a cute trick where she rocks up and down, jiggling all her fat like a waterbed. She'll usually make herself cum from that; it makes her drenched in sweat by the end.

I grab her chunky fat right above her belly button, causing a snort and moan combination to squeeze out of her. She brings her glassy, lazy eyes to mine. Any traces of regret leave me - I'm so glad I ruined this girl. She makes too good of a pig.

"You want some more butter, pig?" Snort. "How about eight sticks for my fatty?" Two snorts and an excitement wobble. "Be right back." She farts.

As I walk away, I sweep my hand underneath her bottom belly fold, causing a moan. It's so hot and sweaty under there. Sometimes I like to spread out her deepest folds to look at how dark her skin has gotten from all the fat rubbing together. Those are the only parts of her that are as tan as she once was.

I smack her belly and head to the fridge to get my girl her butter.