Fattening and feeding

*Some days have passed* you dig your already fat have into the trough, filled with fatty treats and sugary foods. You lost count of your chins, your stomach bulges so much every other part of you is lifted from the ground, your face looks like a fluffy pink pillow, your buttocks are gargantuan mounds of squishy fat. Your back is a soft pad of blubber, not a bone is visible on your body, your cloven hooves have almost been covered up by folding leg fat, your flabby tits hang over your norms stomach. All throughout your stay at this farm all you can think about is the inevitable slaughter that will turn you from an obese pig into a king-sized fatty roast

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