Chapter 1

I squeal helplessly, my humongous fat body wobbling with every thrust. I'm too fat to move easily on my own so I'm stuck on my back taking anything you give me. Your cock slides effortlessly in and out of my drooling pussy. After you fed me an entire cheesecake after a three course meal, I'm soaking wet and ready to get bred. You grab an overflowing handful of my heavy, drooping gut and squeeze.

"Look at all this pork belly! God, you've let yourself go, haven't you? What a fucking pig." You slap my wobbling flesh. My pussy clenches around you.

You made me like this. You've ruined me. I used to be a normal sized girl with normal ambitions. Now I'm a 400lb porker addicted to stuffing my face with fattening slop. I can hardly go an hour without some cheese fries, ice cream, pizza or other type of greasy, sugary food in my mouth. And not just a snack sized portion of it; I'm compelled to eat until I'm too full to even sit up. My BMI is through the roof and is continuing to grow but even as I get unhealthier and more morbidly obese I'm powerless to stop myself.

Eating is addictive to me. It's orgasmic. I can feel my triple chins wobble on my wide face whenever I shovel food in my mouth and it feels too good. Watching my belly spill out of my clothes and into my lap turns me on. Spiraling deep into being lazy, unhealthy and hugely obese feels so natural to me. Maybe I was made to be like this, a greedy pig fattened up heavy and juicy by her own greed.

Because I've uncontrollably devoured hundreds of thousands of excess calories, I've plumped up into a round piggy girl. I'm a sow with a big tubby belly that hangs far over the too tight waist band on my panties. My fat boobs rest on top. Thick rolls of blubbery chub go down my back and sides. My arms are soft and flabby; every day my muscles grow weaker. Even my elbows and forearms have gotten flabby and wide. My thighs are wider than two - maybe three - normal people's waists put together. My face has gotten encased in layers of blubber. Every part of my body wobbles as I attempt to walk. It's more like waddling now. I can't even move properly anymore but I can't stop eating.

All I want to do is spend all day with my wide ass sunk into the couch, mindlessly watching TV and eating delicious garbage, so that's what I do. The same shirt I've worn three days in a row has gotten noticeably tighter and covered in food stains. My fat belly rolls are so noticeable underneath. There's no hiding my round, soft piggy body. I get bigger and bigger every day, always snacking, never moving, growing fatter and lazier. I can't believe I've let myself become such an embarrassing hog.

And now there's no going back. How could there be? I'm too out of shape to exercise, too lacking in self control for a diet. You're not helping me out any. I may be eating but you're the one who won't stop bringing me food. Burgers, fries, pizza, cake, ice cream; I eat it all in ridiculous amounts. I eat until I'm on the verge of passing out and you praise me for it. You rub and pinch and slap my blubber, calling me your good fatty as I eat myself into yet another food coma.

This is the livestock animal you have turned me into. Now all I can do is accept my role as a pig, keep my mouth full and my brain empty.

"That's it, piggy, squeal for this dick!" I can tell that you're close.

I oink and snort between heavy panting breaths. You squeeze my wide jiggling ass with both hands as you cum deep inside of me. It feels natural being your big fat breeding sow. I miss how you feel inside when you pull out.

"Stay right there, fatso. You're going to finish a dozen cookies before you can even think about cumming."

Even with my belly filled to bursting I feel it rumble with excited hunger. You really have ruined me.