Xo suddenly woke up, her body jolting upright…but she was not in her room. Instead she was outside in some kind of pig-pen. She still felt like herself, still a three-hundred pound whale of a girl, but on closer inspection she noticed that her clothes were different.
The dusky-skinned girl was wearing a set of smart shoes, thigh-high stockings, a frilly blue dress and there were bows everywhere. There was one in her hair, another on the apex of her belly and one on each of her breasts.
Dusting herself off, Xo noticed a shadow approaching. “Ellie Rae?” She asked, squinting into the light as her girlfriend loomed over her seated figure.
“Well how are y’all doing?” The hourglass-shaped teen teased, leaning down to Xo’s eye level. Ellie Rae appeared to be wearing a long dark-red dress that went almost to her ankles; it had a cut that ran up one leg and was roomy enough to show off her breasts.
“Were am I?” Xo asked, scratching her well-washed hair.
“Why, out in ya pen of course!” Ellie Rae stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“My…pen?” Xo repeated.
Ellie Rae placed her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes. “Of course, ya silly thing! Now, let’s get you your feed…”
At this Ellie Rae revealed a huge trough. It was long and rustic, but the part that really caught Xo’s eye was the creamy liquid it was filled with. Then the smell hit her nostrils and Xo’s fat-girl instincts kicked in. Her mouth moistened at the smell of the rich slop and she leaned in, taking a great big snort of air to catch the scent.
“My little pig likes that huh? Well go ahead! It’s all for you!” Ellie Rae offered with a gesture, giving Xo the go ahead to live out her piggish nature. Xo heaved her heavy body upright and began to waddle over, out of the shade of her sty and onto the grassy field. She knelt down and placed her hands on the soft ground, her mouth drooling over the trough's contents.
It didn’t take more than a moment for Xo to lunge for the slop, her tongue acting like a scoop, shifting the stuff straight down her throat. What felt like gallons of the slop poured down her throat and danced across her tongue; for a simple creamy mess it tasted pretty good, like sugary cake batter.
The flavour only urged Xo on as she drunk greedily, her tongue not fast enough for her so instead she simply lowered her head into the mush and began to gulp.
As the sloppy mess began to gather in Xo’s big round gut; her body quickly got to work absorbing the excessive amount of calories, sending them to all her “problem areas” as quickly as possible. The dusky-skinned girl’s thighs began to groan as they bulged outwards and further into each other, squishing and sloshing as they contacted either hearty mass of pliable pudge.
Meanwhile, with her body on all-fours, Xo’s belly began to reach downwards. The bulbous belly was heading south, and within minutes it was an inch from the grass-covered ground. A few seconds more and the blades were tickling Xo’s titanic tummy, before finally her stomach had contacted the floor and was swelling against it.
The integrity of the “little” blue dress was also being called into question. Thankfully for Xo, so much of her fatty deposits were concentrated in her monster thighs that she was spared the material constricting her there…but the rest was not so lucky. Her belly was pulling the dress apart at the seams, little rivers of light-brown flesh oozing through the gaps like rising dough.
With Xo’s body practically inflating with excess lard, the dress didn’t stand much chance anymore. The seams around her middle soon gave way as her belly practically erupted from its confines, her naked flesh touching the grassy field and the central blue ribbon lost in the mud.
Finally, Xo ran out of slop and her piggish tendencies told her she had had enough. Leaning back from the trough Xo let gravity do its work and her huge body began to keel over, her body hitting the ground with a loud boom and her fat shaking and quivering like mad. With a happy smile Xo licked her lips, trying to catch some last droplets of the slop.
She sure looked the part of a pig. Ever so round in the middle, her skin flushed as hell, messy slops covering her tattered remains of clothing. Xo truly looked and felt the part of Ellie Rae’s favourite pet name for her.
Speaking of which…
“Well now my little piggy, are you blue ribbon quality yet?” The blonde belle took a hand and pressed it into Xo’s flabby flank, causing a light belch and a weak grunt to be expelled from Xo’s lips. “Hmmm…” she judged to herself.
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