Holly Hogged (Story) (Patreon)

I wrote this story to accompany the Holly Hogged piece. Contains feeding and pig transformation.

Holly woke up early to feed the livestock. After putting on her suspenders and boots she marched down the steps to the backdoor. Outside she found the feed bags and set to work first on the chickens After spreading the feed around their coop, she made way for the stables, and teared off fresh bundles of hay for to fill the horses’ feeding troughs. She smiled at the proud fact that she had all the animals fed before they or anybody else was up in the morning, which was impressive even for a farm girl as she was up before her other family members awoke for their choirs at 5 am.

Now it was time for Hollys least favorite part, the slop. She always saved the pigs for last because she didn't want to do her other tasks smelling like the sty. As she walked around the back of the house to the food scraps pale, she smelled a rousing aroma. "Strange", she thought, "Buck usually doesn't get around to fixing breakfast until at least another hour". As she rounded the corner, she could see the lights off from the windows, but as she opened the pale of scraps and water in front of her a gust of the smell washed out of the lid.  It was mesmerizing, her mouth salivated as she stared at the grey slop in the pale. She sniffed out the smells of thanksgiving memories, apple pie, gravy, and BBQ. Her mind must have been playing tricks on her because while her nostrils were in nirvana, her eye stared at the soupy thick indistinguishable mud, all she could make out were the bits mushy fruit, corn, and cooked chicken carcasses from last night’s dinner. "Must have been one hell of a dinner Buck, cause this trash is as fresh as when it was served up", Holly said to herself. She grabbed the pale and rolled it over to the pig sty. Every jostle released another gust of blissful aromas.  As she made it to the feeding trough, she once again opened the pale, and dumped it into the rectangular bin. Once more the divine smell of it rushed past her like a heat wave. As she fixed the lid back onto the pale she looked at the trough. "Alright, what the Hell is goin' on here", she muttered as she dipped a finger into the slop and still with a little hesitation sucked it into her mouth. The moment Holly tasted the slop, her body surged with an overwhelming pleasure. The taste far exceeded any meal she's ever eaten—savory notes of perfectly roasted meat, rich buttery vegetables, and just a hint of sweetness that makes her knees buckle. She griped the trough for support, her breath coming in quick gasps as waves of ecstasy coursed through her.

"The Hell is this," Holly mutters, voice faint with dazed appreciation. She scooped up another handful of the glistening gray mush, this time shoveling it into her mouth with abandon. The rush is instantaneous—heat spreads across her skin, making her pulse race and her thighs press together instinctively. It was like she was being filled from the inside out, a physical need she never knew she had been needed.

 Holly staggered away from the slop in confusion, "what’s gotten over you sugar", she questioned. As she turned away to bring the pale back in her stomach started to rumble and a painful cramp tightened her gut. She grabbed her stomach and winced at the discomfort. The aroma beckoned to her. She turned around once more and stammered to the tub of mushy foods, the throbbing migraine in her head slowly subsided as she huffed the thick must of the concoction.  The pain that wracked Holly's body intensified as she once again reached for the slop. She didn't understand it, but she couldn't stop herself from taking another handful. Her fingers quaked as she lifted the mess to her face, inhaling its intoxicating aroma deeply before shoveling it into her mouth. As it hit her tongue, pleasure surged through her body, more intense than before. Her pupils dilated, and a soft moan escaped as she savored the taste.

"Oh god, what's happening to me?" Holly panted, her hand unconsciously moving back to the trough for another serving. Each bite intensified the high, pushing her closer to euphoria as the slop worked its magic on her system. Her consciousness dimmed as the world spun around her, but she was too lost in the rush to notice. She took another scoop, then another, unable to stop as her body craved more and more of the mysterious substance. After the fifth handful the pain in her gut started to return in between slurps of the substance. It was like her gut was bottomless and her hands weren't doing well enough work keeping her satisfied. With a heavy sigh she dropped to her knees and grasped the edges of the trough. With her face just inches from the mush, she felt as though her mind was melted by the delicious smells shooting up her nose. Holly plunged her face into the trough, immersing herself in the thick slop. The moment her lips connect with the gooey surface, it flooded her mouth and slid down her throat like liquid gold. She gasped as the intense rush overwhelmed her—a rush so powerful it felt like her very nerves are being massaged from within. Her arms tremble as she braced against the trough's edges, her body shuddering with the ecstasy of it. Tears of bliss roll down her flushed face as she inhales another heaping mouthful, gulping it down greedily.

The pleasure is too much—her head tips back as she moans openly, the sound catching in her throat. Her fingers spasm against the metal of the trough, digging grooves into the rusted surface. She can feel the heat of it pooling in her stomach, spreading outward through her limbs like liquid fire. She takes big gulps of the soup, only stopping briefly to crunch the apple cores and scraps of meat into more manageable sizes. The world narrows to the trough as Holly drowns herself in the slop, her movements growing more frantic as the high builds. She can hear herself making wet, gluttonous sounds as she shovels the food into her mouth with both hands. Her thighs squeeze together involuntarily as the pleasure intensifies, her body responding to the rush in ways she doesn't understand. She can feel herself trembling at the edges, teetering between rapture and something darker, deeper—something primal and overwhelming.

A particularly large mouthful of half-chewed food forces its way down her throat, making her cough and splutter. For a moment the world comes back into focus—she sees the greasy stains on her suspenders, feels the cold metal of the trough against her knees, hears her own ragged breathing. But then the aroma hits her again, more intoxicating than before, and she's diving back in with renewed fervor. As the feeding frenzy continues Holly starts to notice a tightness in her abdomen, she takes a quick glance down and she's her plus-sized overalls now stretched taught by her packed stomach. Before she can question her increasing weight her neck flips her head back round and into the slop with renewed intent. The trough rattles as Holly braces her hands against the edges, her swollen belly pressing against the rusted metal as she burrows her face deeper into the mess. Each mouthful is larger now, her cheeks bulging obscenely as she works to get more in at once. The slop squelches against her tongue, sliding down her throat in thick, heavy waves that make her gag slightly before the euphoria hits. Her stomach protests with dull, insistent throbs—she should be full, impossibly full, but the pleasure overrides any discomfort. Her hands move mechanically, scooping and shoveling without pause as her body drowns in the bliss.

"Ah—ah—" Holly moans, her words distorted by the clumps of food still in her mouth. Her thighs quiver as another rush surges through her, her back arching slightly as she grinds her face into the trough. As her throat continues guzzling the liquid, Holly realizes her jaw can't keep up with the torrent. A backup starts to form as a dam of bones and vegetable scraps are slowly ground down by her teeth. Almost as her mouth reaches capacity the blockage begins miraculously slithering down her throat. As Holly gulps in confusion, she feels her gullet rub against the rim of the trough. As she finally swallows the load in her mouth she rears back in horror and places her hands on her neck. It feels as if its grown as wide as her head, as she struggles to look down at her mud covered body she can make out the rolls of fat bunching at her neck.  Holly stumbles backwards as her overalls tear at the seams, the buttons flying off and clinking on the concrete as her swollen body stretches the material. She looks down in shock at her now plus-sized frame bulging and ballooning, her breasts have tripled in size and her midsection resembles a beach ball. A small gasp escapes her mouth as a sharp pain rips through her stomach, her swollen body struggling to contain the sheer amount of food she's consumed.

 Suddenly a pain shoots through her back and she shuffles onto her side to relive the pressure. As Holly reached behind her to grab the rock that she must have sat on her fingers find something much worse. "A tail!" Holly cried, as her fingers flicked around the corkscrew pig tail that protruded out her hind quarters. "Oh god what's happening to me?" Holly sobbed, as she waddled away from the trough. Her body felt like it was on fire, burning from the inside out. She tried to stand up but found herself too top-heavy to balance. Her enormous breasts swayed heavily as she fell back onto all fours, her new pig tail twitching involuntarily behind her. Her body ached with every movement, stretched to its absolute limit by the sheer volume of food she had consumed. The world spun around her, and she could feel the pressure building inside her. A small burp escaped, followed by a sharp pain in her stomach. Holly's eyes rolled back in her head as another intense rush of pleasure surged through her, followed by an even stronger wave of nausea.

 Holly felt another migraine shutter her head, in horror she stared cross eyed at her nose as it slowly expanded from her face, rounding out at the end in a new cylindrical form. As she gasped in horror, she felt her new jaw open wide, a mouth big enough to match her gullet. Holly rolled to her side to try and get up and get help but as she did, she took a heady huff of air through her new snout. If the aroma of food before was rousing this was straight up hypnotic. The world tilted dangerously as Holly's body swelled again, her flesh growing taut and shiny as another wave of food-induced ecstasy crashes through her. Her new snout twitched eagerly at the scent, pulling more of the aroma deep into her lungs. Her throat opens unconsciously, a reflexive "oink" escaping as the pleasure becomes overwhelming.

"N-no! I don't wanna be... be a... be a... oink... SQUEEEEL!" Holly manages to protest weakly between panting breaths, but the words dissolve into another guttural oink as she scoots back toward the trough. Her body no longer obeys her conscious mind, guided only by the primal need for more, more, more.

The trough looms before her, and without hesitation she plunged her face back in, snorting loudly as the thick slop floods her mouth and nose. As Holly slurped and crunched, she felt a loud click and snap as her overall straps snapped at the weight of her fattening breasts. Her tits fell to the mud and splashed like cannonballs beneath her chest. As her body swayed and jolted to her feasting Holly felt her nipples drag and poke the ground. The arousal added to her mesmerizing feast in front of her. As her hand reached down to rub her breast it felt another mound on its way down. Holly's eyes widened as she gasped back, staring down at her four new breasts bouncing off her gluttonous belly. As they clapped around with her movements her hands shot down between her thighs, her now hoof-like hands ripped and clawed at her soaked engorged crotch with no avail. The heat was making her sweat as she rolled back onto her hands and feet sending her face plummeting back into the cool slop. Her eyes rolled back as she munched. The newfound weight of her morose legs clamped down on her engorged pussy, rubbing and grinding its flaps around between squirts of the muddy lube that covered body. Holly's breath came in quick, wet snorts as she gorged herself, her snout pressing deeper into the trough as her tongue laps up every last drop. Her body glistens with sweat and slop, every roll of fat slick with mud and grease. The pleasure has become unbearable now—her every movement sends waves of overwhelming ecstasy through her form, the constant rubbing of her massive body against itself turning into a torturous kind of bliss.

She barely registers the discomfort anymore—her back strained under the sheer weight of her bloated hips, her joints popping as they try to support the impossible bulk. One hoof-like hand braces against the trough as the other gropes at her sagging breasts, smearing filth across her sensitive nipples. Her tail flicks erratically, its corkscrew shape whipping mud everywhere as she writhes in her self-induced torment.

"Oink... oink... oink..." Her grunts are the only sounds she can make now, thick and guttural as she descends into a state beyond language. Her swollen belly presses so hard against the metal trough that the bottom edge bites into her flesh, leaving angry red welts beneath the layers of lard. Yet even this pain only feeds into the ecstasy, her body so far gone that every nerve ending screams in overwhelmed pleasure.

Holly feels her gullet expanding and contracting as she devours, the passage now easily wide enough to accept her entire arm if she dared to shove it in. Which, in her current state, she nearly does. Her jaw dislocates slightly as she opens impossibly wide, a thick slurping sound accompanies every swallow.

Holly begins losing consciousness from the overwhelming stimulation, the pleasure so intense it borders on agony. Her vision dims as her heart hammers wildly in her chest, every beat pushing another wave of blood through her swollen blue veins. Her grotesque body convulses, muscles spasming as pleasure overtakes her completely. As the trough rattles violently beneath her mouth, Hollys ears flick as they hear the creak of a door.

1 Month Later

Boots slosh through the mud behind the house. Buck rolls the bin the food waste from the home over to the sty. As he approaches, he hears a low squeal and a couple of quick "oinks" that grow more anxious as he wheels the heavy pale over.  As he turns around to face the pen only one sow is there to greet him. "Good morning, Holly", he says as he dumps the pale into the feeding trough. The mountain of pink piggy flesh that is holly lets out a guttural grown as her legs stammer to life. "Just like normal", he thought, "well, as normal as this situation could be...". As Buck turned around sulking, he heard a "Thannkssss" which trailed off into a sharp pitched squeal. As Buck jumped around, he watched Hollys lazy eyes staring back up at him, he looked at her gluttonous pig face lazily turn away slowly as she began to shimmy towards the trough.

Her legs struggled as they moved her massive form to the feeding area, her bulging gut dragging like a slug along the mud. Her disgustingly bloated tits sagged and sway to the ground, sliding along, squished between the ground and her belly. Buck watches in disgust and intrigue as Holly positions herself over the trough, her enormous ass cheeks splashing into the mud as she lowers her face to begin feasting. The squeals and snorts grow louder as Holly digs in, slurping and gulping down the slop Buck had brought her. Her massive frame shakes and quivers with the effort of consuming such large amounts of food. In between slurps he watches her massive hips gently sway back and forth, she lets out a pleasurable moan and shutter as creamy heat oozes from her vagina. Holly's legs twitch involuntarily as she scoots farther into the trough. Buck watches with morbid fascination as Holly feasts, her snout buried deep in the trough. Her tail writhes in her feeding frenzy.

"Still enjoying that don'tcha Holly?" Buck asks dryly. The mountain of pig-flesh doesn't acknowledge him, too focused on the task at hand. As Buck turns away toward the house, a gust of wind carries a delicious smell up his nose. His mouth starts to water in hunger and confusion he turns back to the obese sow feasting on slop. “Lucky girl, well I’d be rude to let a lady dine by her lonesome…”.