yes, the top of my boobs are a place to rest my hands now :3

“Hey Hogzilla 🍰”

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Okay maybe I’m a *little* embarrassed about my greedy belly

I don’t want to stop at “just” controlling your diet. I couldn’t, because I want more than that. I want to control your habits—design every single day around you and your waistline. I’ll control what you wear, how you act, how you think. All of it. Your body is a temple of my design, as are your thoughts. As the wight piles on with no end in sight, you’ll lose focus on anything that isn’t getting you fatter and dumber. Until you don’t think at all. Until you can’t think at all. It’ll be scary at first, adjusting to this new life. You’ll shock yourself every time you pass a mirror and see your reflection. You’ll think “is this really me?”. News flash—it always was—and if you don’t believe me, just give it some time. With some good old fashioned re-wiring of the brain, I’ll erase all memory of your life before giving into the livestock lifestyle. And you’ll always live in the present, yet also aching to live in the future; aching to live in your bigger and slower body. You’ll be my incompetent slob, dedicating every second to filling your mouth and filling out your curves. And you’ll enjoy it as the pounds and years get faster.

the boy who cried wolf except i get you so big that everyone around you questions whether you’re pregnant or not. you laugh off the comments and you explain the real reason behind your wider waist and slower steps: that maybe you’ve just been putting away more pastries and carbs than you probably should be. This continues as you grow, until i eventually feel like you’re ready to carry more weight, in more ways than one. then comes the pregnancy.

but by then, your steadily growing belly—your heavy full tits getting heavier and fuller— it’s constantly mistaken by your peers as a result of your appetite. each month passes, and the comments on your growing figure increase. looks of curiosity turn to concern.

you try your hardest to convince everyone. you’ve been bred and your body is changing into what it needs to be! you really are pregnant, for real this time! but its all to no avail. “we wont fall for it this time!” they say. “your weight is spiralling, dont make excuses for your overindulge and greed”.

your tits continue to grow in size and volume as your tummy gets rounder and tighter, ravaged in stretchmarks. and all the while, the weight sticks to you. by the end of the nine months, your figure has become so indistinguishably obese that nobody even notices a change. to them, you’re just the gluttonous cow you’ve always been, and most likely always will be.

idea: ur my housewife and i feed u daily with pastries and cakes - u eventually get so wide that ur hips cant squeeze out of the front door, leaving u stuck inside the house like the fat little housewife u are for me:)

https://x.com/GravedirtFiend/status/1767613615681454332?s=20

https://x.com/OverlordZeon/status/1771800568563958007?s=20

I want you constantly high and intoxicated just as much as I want you constantly snacking. I want to see for myself how you'll look when you lose your grip on both reality and your weight, just so I can make all of the "sane" decisions for you - deciding what you'll do, wear, eat, everything. It's so much fun to watch you slowly become the docile cow you were born to be.

https://x.com/Dasan242/status/1757799407666491509?s=20

Feed her a meal big enough to feed a family and then shoot a family inside of her - every cow needs to be regularly bred for maintenance of course. Keep her sedated on drugs, supplements, and the most unhealthy of foods to make sure she stays a loyal, docile cow. Take her from behind and make her cervix ache in pleasure; show her what her love handles are for.