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Cattle V
🕑 Added 2020-08-01 00:02:31 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for Iluvfoodbabies.
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The trough had all the best foods. Of course, it was also the largest container for them.
An actual farm trough, for animals, like pigs. Megan imagined she probably looked like one at that moment, the way she was behaving.
Yet the trough did have all the best foods.
She had never thought she’d think such a thing in her life, let alone being bent down over a farm trough eating as rapidly as she could. She stuffed her face. She planted her lips directly against the mound of food, gobbling rapidly, sometimes using her hands to aid her in packing down as much as possible.
The trough was bulging with its contents, practically overflowing. The food looked oddly like a 1960s jello salad, as the amount of lard was so substantial that it fully coated everything else.
Megan didn’t care. She loved the taste of everything, including the lard. The greasy gelatinous fats just made it all the easier to gulp food down, coating it with sleekness. The grease got on her arms, cheeks, and deep in her cleavage.
Every bite sagged into her belly all the faster because of the lard. She could feel her stomach tensing, tightening, shifting farther outwards, and oddly she didn’t mind. She just ate as rapidly as she could, and with a touch of desperation. The trough was huge, but she could handle it. She knew she could. She had to.
Her belly continued to grow in throbs, lurching, pushing, impeding on her hunched body and limbs, forcing her to readjust from time to time. It wasn’t painful, but uncomfortable to feel herself being stretched as she bulked. What am I doing? she eventually thought, when most of the contents of the trough were gone, and she felt dizzy and nauseous. But still, she needed to eat every last bite. She couldn’t control herself. She was being forced to do this.
Her body felt softer. She could feel her thighs pressing tightly together, warring for more space to expand. Her arms were thick and plump, her ass swollen huge behind her, wobbling with her frenzied feeding. Her hips were enormous, as were her breasts, which were perched high and bobbing, nipples aching and sticking out. Even Megan’s face had taken on a coating of fat, her cheeks plump and pink.
The trough was finally finished. Megan groaned, and leaned heavily against it. She couldn’t believe how much she had eaten. She couldn’t believe it had all fit inside of her. It had been sufficient food for half a dozen farm pigs, not an individual college girl.
She looked down at herself, hands scrabbling, absently kneading into the thick layers of softness. She couldn’t believe how different she had become, practically a whole new person. She hardly resembled who she had been the week before. Her whole form was freshly plump and perky, not sagging, but instead sort of straining under her flushed skin, like a sausage that had just been packed with no time to soften. Her belly was enormous. By then, she knew that it contained alien life, just as her friends’ stomachs did. She looked hugely pregnant, as though she had fully-term octuplets packed inside of her. She gasped and moaned as she tried to bear the combined weight and pressure. It shuddered slightly, and she tried to relax. She didn’t imagine she could drag herself to the scale, but she thought she looked at least 340lbs by then.
Megan wanted to get up from her position sprawled on the floor, but that in itself proved a problem. She was just so heavy, and her belly was like a mountain atop her, keeping her pinned there. She struggled and writhed somewhat, her limbs shuddering to support her. But it was no use. She quickly drained herself several times, her muscles resigning, causing her to plop right back down. To Megan’s growing panic, she had become immobilized by her own weight and a prisoner in her own body. She moaned helplessly, sounding sort of like a wounded animal. Her belly was overrun by a gripping sensation, followed by the tight clenches and shudders of contractions. She clutched the mass, struggling against it in her panic. “Nghhh…ohhhhh…” she grunted, thrusting her head back as the pressure overwhelmed her.
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Poor Megan....
