WARNING: This story is intended for mature readers 18 years of age and older only.
WARNING: Contains themes of: Fat, Gluttony, Feeding, Force Feeding, Weight Gain & Extreme Obesity, Teasing, Humiliation & Degradation, Pig References, Enema Reference, Feeder & Feedee, Dominant & submissive, Non Consent, Confinement, Sexual Content & Strong Language.
More pig musings. Meh, what can I say, you know I love my piggies.
Synopsis: A feeder stops by for a chat with their favorite, little pig. Delivering their own, unique brand of praise and positive affirmation. As well as to inform the pig, that they have been chosen for a very special honor... And just what this "Special honor" entails.
Written in a second person, gender, orientation and racially ambiguous format.
Prize Pig
By The Torture Artist
Aah, good... Just finishing off your early morning feeding I see. Well, don't let me interrupt... You just go on eating. We wouldn't want anything to interfere with your excessive, mindless gorging... After all, that is the very reason you're here. To become completely immersed in a world of pure, uninhibited gluttonous pleasures... Inevitably succumbing to the blatant, shameless euphoria of wanton, carnal excess.
This care free, lazy life of leisure and unabashed overindulgence certainly seems to agree with you. You've taken to it like... Well... Like a pig to a trough, to be blunt and straight to the point.
It pleases me to see that you've been taking full advantage of the opportunity, and putting such passion and devotion into fulfilling the purpose for which you were so clearly destined.
Some have trouble letting go and embracing such an excessively indulgent, sedentary, pig-centric lifestyle. They see such an existence as limiting, isolating and lacking any real substance. An unaspiring life, focused solely upon the pursuit of hedonistic pleasures, and lacking the potential for any meaningful accomplishment or personal growth.
But it's really not such a bad life though... Is it pig? You don't have any of the typically mundane, day to day issues, worries, or stresses to deal with, or concern yourself over. You have no obligations, or responsibilities to speak of, outside of lying around, indulging, and gorging yourself to your greedy, little hearts content... A simple, hedonistic and luridly self-indulgent lifestyle, which, quite obviously brings you a great deal of joy and pleasure.
You don't even miss your former life, do you?.. No, of course not... And why would you? You have everything you could ever want, or need, right here. Our attentive staff takes very good care of you and tends to your every, little, pig need. From maintaining your accommodations and cleaning up after you, to making sure that you have all the comforts a pig could want, and of course, most importantly, bringing you all the food you can possibly eat.
Some people pay good money for such personal luxuries and services. But you, lucky pig, you don't have to lift a single, porky, little finger. You don't have to work for it, pay for it, or even ask for it... Though, I will say, everyone here loves it when you squeal and grunt for more.
Chewing, slurping, sucking, swallowing... That's the extent of the effort you have to expend. But for you, that's hardly, really an effort. There's truly, nothing you love more than eating... Is there pig? The majority of your day is spent stuffing, glutting and gorging yourself with food. And let's be honest... Keeping your insatiable, barrel of a gut full, is all you truly care about. The generous helping of pleasurable attention and appreciation you receive around here is just icing on the cake, so to speak. The remainder of your time is spent laying around, sleeping, digesting and daydreaming of your next feeding... No, not a bad life at all.
