She was back with her maw plugged into the tube again.

This time it was by choice as she had lost any ability to move so she could eat at the trough let aalone stick her head in to begin eating.

She was no longer able to stand or even sit up as both her belly as her chest fat had come in contact with the ground forcing her to ly on the cushioned blubber which stuck out 5 feet in all directions. Her fattened legs were useless as fat now hung completly over them and her stomach pushed them of the ground and spread under them taking away her ability to walk. Her fat stub of a tail could not wag at all now not only because it was as fat as a forarm but because it was halfway sunk into her overhanging back fat.

She had lost any movement in her neck as it was replaces by a spare tire twice the size of her head making dure see could only ever look foward now. Her head had sunken into her fat several more inches since last time. her overhead fat blocking her view. Her hea so sunken that any more and the fat would soon push her away from her precious tube.

She only cared about food now. All her dreams of living a cushy life had been fufilled. Yet she couldn't help but miss her friends. Or feel a bit lonley. Despite what they say there are a lot of things that food doesn't ease away.