Accepting Descent
After having started her downward spiral into becoming a fat, piggy slob, Rebecca found herself still unable to break free from her inner pig, and in the end, finds herself accepting descent.
This story will contain the following: M/F, Sexual Intercourse, Weight Gain, Mobility Issues, Clothing Malfunctions, Light Slob (Sweat, Messy Eating, burping), Humiliation/Teasing, Mental Changes/Alteration, and Acceptance.
When Rebecca next awoke, she found herself upon a large mattress that was now essentially upon the floor, the bedframe having been taken away. Her cheeks continued to encroach upon her vision, but she knew what she was dealing with in that regard. What she didn't expect.. Was how short and fat her snout now appeared to be. How strange. She tried to lift her arm, but the adipose that weighed it down made her break into a sweat just from the effort, before she finally found herself unable to move her arm that far because her arms had become as thick as her thighs had been last time she'd been awake. But upon letting out a soft, almost squealed yawn, she felt herself possessing of small tusks that had once been her long canines that were upon her lower mandible. She began to panic, breathing heavily as she tried to sit up, finding her flab encapsulated her some completely that bending over was nothing more than a pipe dream for her now. Finally, she began to try and roll over. And as she did so, she realized that her clothes were nothing more than tatters upon her flabby figure, showing that she had indeed grown even fatter. After quite a bit of effort and the subsequent staining of the mattress with her sweat, she finally got over, feeling her breasts and belly oozing against the floor.
But just as she finally rolled over with an audible thump against the floor from her body slapping against the ground, she heard the door handle turning before one of the doors opened, and there stood Alistair, the one who'd done this all to her. She tried to yell at him, but upon noticing the armfuls of buckets filled with greasy fast food, her attempt at yelling soon became a piggish squeal of glee. She was going to get more food! She had almost forgotten how hungry she was, rolling over had been so hard on her! Now she'd finally get some fuel to uhh.. What was she thinking about doing again? Oh, it didn't matter, there was food being poured into her golden trough! That was where she got all that good food last time! She oinked eagerly and began to crawl her way over to the trough, not even noticing how messy she was from the last time she'd pigged out, And as soon as the last of the food was poured in, she found herself luckily placed right in front of her trough, stuffing her face into it and beginning to gorge herself like that barely-mobile pig that she was. She saw her own reflection in the other side of the trough, how she looked more like a pig with a slightly longer snout than normal than anything like she used to, her ears even flopping over like a pig as she could see that she'd developed a second and even third chin that was now covered in grease, and various different condiments and crumbs. But she didn't care now, nor did she care to look over when she heard the now-empty buckets falling to the ground, or the sound of a belt buckle being undone behind her, she was just so hungry! And soon enough, she felt what was left of her pants being shred off of her ass before she suddenly felt a hot, phallic object being pressed against her ass cheeks, making her oink and press her ass back eagerly. Her piggish mind was now in control, and as long as she ended of fed, who cared if she was filled from the other end too? Certainly not her!
And in a few moments' time, she felt her sweaty cheeks and thighs being spread by the hyper-sized cock of her "boss" who'd reduced her to what she was now. A massive tub of pig-shaped lard. He smirked and spoke down to her "The food's good, isn't it you fat pig? You don't even care that you're about to be fucked, right~? That little part of you in your head that still wants to resist is trying to cry out right now, isn't it? And you've got no reason to care about that little voice in the face of your urges to gulp down that greasy slop, huh piggy~?" He asked, her not even caring to listen to what he said as the brown-furred pig-wolf was now eager for just about any filling she could get. And in the end, she found herself bumping her fat, sweaty ass against his muscular thighs and hips, trying to egg him on to just fuck her already. And as soon as such occurred, he decided his teasing fun would be over, and he could just get into her outright humiliation. How she came full circle in her degradation. The one thing she'd never wanted to be was all she could be now. Her sopping wet, leaking, needy hole welcomed him graciously, her inner walls attempting to practically pull his massive length into her, wanting every inch of his monstrous shaft stuffed within her, causing her to bump her ass back more. And once he was fully inserted, he then leaned his taller torso down, pressing his muscular chest and abs against the belts of flab that met along her back, her sweaty rolls squishing and forming to how he pressed himself against her as he grabbed her fat tits from under her arms and balanced himself against her as her belly was already holding her up, he then began to mercilessly thrust into her fat hole, his hips audibly slapping harshly against her rear as if he'd spanked her, and she didn't resist him one bit as she began to eat down to about half way of her trough's contents.
She let out squeal-moans of pleasure as her now deeper, almost gravelly pig voice yelled out between her fat mouth being stuffed with greasy food "More! More!" She squealed, her pig pussy gushing her liquid ecstasy against the cock of the canine that she was supposed to be hating, but she couldn't help but love how thoroughly he filled her up with each thrust. His hands squeezed and groped her tits, even kneading her massive nipples between his digits as he continued to make her flab wobble and jiggle harshly, causing large drops of sweat to fly off of her body and onto the nearby floor. That inner part of her that didn't think like a greedy, gluttonous pig was now screaming at her, trying to tell her what she was doing was wrong, but with each wave of pleasure caused by him thrusting harshly into her, that voice slowly began to grow quieter and quieter. She didn't need to panic any more. She was getting fed and bred, and in her slobby, piggish brain, that was all that mattered. As they continued on, she could feel his shaft growing harder with each thrust, the pleasant sensation of his precum beginning to pool in her belly making her squeals of pleasure grow louder, only having about a quarter of her trough left to gobble down. She knew she couldn't fight him for much longer now, but more and more of her began to forget why she was even mad at him in the first place. She began only to remember how warm and pleasantly overfilled she'd felt after seeing him or knowing he'd sent her somewhere. Who cares if they were other people sometimes? They were really filling!
Her half-of-a-mind left then focused back in the pleasure, her deep voice squealing out "Give it to me! I'm so empty! Fill me up!" She cried, hoping that he'd give her what she didn't know she'd wanted before he'd teased her. And in but a few more moments, she felt a particularly harsh thrust, hilting his cock entirely into her as she gulped down the last greasy fry, feeling his massive orbs clenching harshly before massive spurts of warmth filled her belly in a different way. She oinked eagerly and loudly, loving that she wouldn't be empty any longer, at least for now. Her walls began to eagerly milk him even more as she too came, but with the force of his cum, most of her fem cum was just forced to follow the flow into her womb, her flabby belly swelling even more as she could feel that warmth she'd craved finally filling her thoroughly. And as she felt herself cum on the cock of her captor, that rebellious part of her was forced into the furthest recesses of her mind, a single tear streaming down her cheek as she finally realized that this was her new, excessively-filling normal. And as the last few spurts of cum finally came to an end, she belched like the pig she was before she flopped down upon her belly, letting it hold her up as it carried most of her weight, her body wobbling and jiggling softly. The great dane then slowly pulled out of her, laughing softly as a devilish grin tugged at his lips, the handsome devil of a dog glad that he'd managed to force her to enjoy her new state.
Their breathing both quickened from the effort momentarily before only her deep wheezes filled the room, showing how exhausting their shared activities had been on her massive body. She then felt his hand gently pet her head "Good piggy. Why don't you rest now? I'll have more grub for you when you wake up." He promised her, standing next to her face as his length was still coated in his own cum from the filling, his seed dripping onto the floor below. But given her now ever-greedy nature, she lunged her fat neck out and caught it in her mouth, cleaning it all off eagerly before she released it, not wanting anything that could fill her up to go to waste. He chuckled at this show of her desperate desire for constant excess, proving truly how far she'd gone. She would then demand of him "Mmh.. Betturrrp.. Better double whatever you had planned.." She spoke, burping mid-sentence after her sudden shifting from her lunging to clean his length off. His smirk remained as his piercing green eyes looked down to her lazy gaze and spoke in a smug tone "Of course, piggy. As much as you'd like." He said, knowing now that beyond a shadow of a doubt, her old self was gone, replaced by a pig that occupied the body of a wolf.
Her oozing, sweaty flab that was staining the carpet more and more as time went on, even now that she wasn't moving much. Her fat, labored breaths receiving some relaxing as she slowly relaxed, her fluffy corkscrew of a tail relaxing against her backside, not that you could even see it much anymore, as her arms rested atop her breasts, making herself comfortable upon the bed of her own flab and filled gut. Alistair then left the room, leaving his pants there as he went towards the shower on the opposite side of the hall. And as she relaxed every part of her flabby body, she found herself happy. Happier than she'd been in a long time. No longer dreading the next day or next time that she woke up. She was now care-free, her only limits being based upon the elasticity of her stomach. Even if she was physically weighed down by her own adipose, the pig-wolf found herself at ease. Just a day ago, she'd been force-fed donuts after having eaten someone the day before. Just a day ago, she'd felt uncertain about her situation. Part of her had hated it, whilst the other eagerly awaited the next meal. But today, today she felt the acceptance of her condition, the acceptance of her new life of excess and pleasure. Today, she found herself unexpectedly accepting of her own descent as her eyes grew heavy, and she fell asleep, eagerly awaiting her next meal.
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