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Gassy Hog 🐷💨

You were the perfect piggy for a fart freak like me. Your sensitive stomach was vulnerable to grease and your lactose intolerance pretty much guaranteed that any fattening treat I stuffed into you would result in a churning gut bubbling with gas. The smell was always rancid and they were long bassy bubbling braps, my favorites. Realizing your natural gift of a gassy ass I began to craft a perfect menu to keep you as bloated as possible 24/7 to make myself a perfect slobby hog constantly letting out streams of fetid gas.

Breakfast is lots of scrambled eggs loaded with cheese, and a greasy hash loaded with bacon, sausage, and spam. The grease and dairy alone was trouble for your gut, but the gainer shake I made you every morning to pack on an extra 3k calories to the meal was spiked with inulin, your first dose of the day, to guarantee raunchy farts.

Lunch for you dear piggy is usually a cheesy, creamy pasta of some sorts, and another inulin shake. And of course I’m making sure you’re snacking tons throughout the day on trail mix with tons of candy mixed in, and processed fatty meats and cheeses. It was adorable how the trail mix snack allowed you to be a little bit more delusional about your gain. A “healthy” snack you ate at least a pound of a day. The nuts were rich in fats that made you fart, and so were the meats and cheeses.

Dinner was much the same as breakfast and lunch. Whatever you wanted (usually fast food) was provided to you, in large amounts. When you got too stoned and tired to keep eating yourself, I hand fed you, lovingly shoving large bites into your mouth, making sure my piggy consumed every calorie I had planned for them to keep growing at the rate I want.

Your last inulin laced shake of the day was your heaviest. We always do it late at night to give all the calories the best chance of turning into fat. It was a gainer shake heavy on the ice cream and heavy cream, blended with peanut butter and gaining powder, and a hefty inulin dose once again. For those sexy night farts to vibrate my crotch when you cuddle up against me, gas pig.

All the eating has dumbed you down piggy, and at first you don’t even notice the excessive gas. You’d assumed it would get worse due to the diet you readily embraced and your rapidly growing belly. When I told you about my fart kink you thought the extra gas was a good thing, and had 0 idea in that stupid piggy brain of yours that the gas was an unusual amount I was urging on.

You’re such a good, gassy hog for me. Always lifting up your fat thighs to push out gas, or letting me know when big ones are coming so I can spread your massive ass cheeks and stick my face in there to get blasted. You constantly let out nasty, wet sounding farts when we’re in public, just like I told you to do. God it’s so hot when your slobby disgusting farts and massive obesity are realized by those around us and I get to wrap my arm around you and go “yes, the massive land whale that let out the minute long, loud, rancid fart currently stinking up this store is in fact mine.” While you smile proudly like the stupid indulgent fatass you are, happy that you made me happy.