Chapter 15 - Hedonism (Prelude)

Gurgle gurgle You blink yourself awake as the sound of hunger rouses you. It’s not your own hunger but that of your “bed’s”. Still lying back, you dig your hands deep into its soft folds, going down to the elbow.
 
          “Are you hungry my dear?”
 
          She doesn’t answer you, unsurprisingly. Even if there already wasn’t industrial tubing in her mouth connected her to great vats of sweetened smooth feed, your bed has long since lost the ability to speak. 
 
          You aren’t sure what got to her first, either the heart attacks starved her brain of too much oxygen, or the cocktails of pleasure drugs she was given burned out the last of her senses, but she has been brain dead for a few days now. 
 
          It was alight, you are sure she didn’t mind the loss of her higher cognitive functions, and you are still taking care of her in all the ways that matter.
 
           With a few hand motions you indicate to your AI in an increase in both food and opiates to your mattress’s feed. 
          Within seconds you hear some happy gurgling, and around the tube you see your bed begin to form a smile. It seems everything important at least in that brain still works. 
 
 
          You hop down off your soft bed and onto the heated floor of your penthouse bedroom. You put your fingers in your lips and whistle. A few long moments later you feel your floor vibrating as your pets come. 
           
          Cow comes in first, with her sister Pig lagging in behind. They don’t make very quick progress; wind resistance alone must be quite a hinderance. 
 
          Chins shake, bellies drag, fat arms sag, asses jiggle, and cellulate covered thighs reverberates as they pad their slow way over to you on all fours.
 
           When they arrive,  their fat faces nuzzle against your legs. Both whining lovingly hoping you give them some rubs or better yet a treat. 
 
          You can do one better, with a hand motion to your automated personal assistant you signal for ‘breakfast’ to be served. 
 
          A long metal pig’s trough ascends from an opened panel in the floor, and the sweet smells hit you the same time as it reaches your pets. 
 
          It’s filled with at least a hundred pounds of cupcakes, lasagna, sugar, lard, sweeteners, milkshakes, birthday cake, additives, weight gain shake, sweet meats, flan, and a whole trolley of other fattening delights. 
 
          And it’s all been mashed and pounded together into a soft slop’ so one doesn’t have to waste time with chewing when they could be stuffing. 
 
          To a human this amalgamation of all things sickeningly sweet served in such a state would be disgusting, but to your pets…
 
          They turn to face it, tongues already lagging out and drooling. You give them both a slap on their hefty asses and they paddle over. 
          
          Side by side they go in to gorge headfirst into their meal. They slurp, they suck, they swallow, and they cram food in trying to fill more and more into their already morbidly overly stuffed bodies. 
          
          And they really seem to be going at it today, odd if they schedule is being kept it shouldn’t have been more than half an hour since their last tube feeding. No matter you’ll just increase their portions again.
 
          After watching your beloved creations eat up for a few moments more, you head closer to get a more ‘hands on’ inspection. 
          
          You start with Pig on the left. Weighing in at around 550 pounds she is a bit lighter than her sister, but being a full foot shorter carries the weight more widely. 
          
          You start by grasping her feet, plump and soft they haven’t seen a day’s work since you acquired her.
          
           Moving up higher her thighs are soft and doughy letting your fingers slid in almost effortlessly. And keeping up with her name her complexion has a rosy pink color to it.
          
          Next up and highest part of her body up in the air, her ass. It’s covered in a thin pink underwear with a curly pink tail at the end, but is so stretched thin it may as well have been invisible, giving you a perfect view to her rear assets. 
          
          How big are her massive cheeks now? Two feet all told, maybe three? You give her a few squeezes and a slap, sending her ass shaking and shaking and shaking like mad.
 
           If Pig even notices your groping of her body, she doesn’t mind far too focused on her meal. 
          
          You scooch closer around to her front, and stick your hand on her belly. You smile, remembering back when she was a thin hardworking young thing. Now she is so big her gut is just inches from the floor. A perfect dome, given plenty of oil massages to make sure she doesn’t even have to deal with stretch marks. She has grown perfectly soft and pampered.
 
          You move over to check in on cow. Tall for a woman, even on all fours she is quite the impressive specimen at over 600 pounds.
          
          You take a feel for her back shanks, digging your index finger as far as you can and still can’t feel her bones, only soft marbled fat. 
          
          Onto to the round, not as wide Pig's but still quite the accomplishment. Even more impressive it still maintains such a notably perfect round shape with not a single indent or blemish.
          
          Up to the flank now, there's where the juices fat is located. You give it a few slaps and watch it ripple.
          
           Cow just dips her head in deeper into lick some cream at the bottom of the trough. 
 
          Moving up to the stomach, it's wide but not yet touching the ground giving her some more 'mobility'. But that will change in the coming months.
          
          You rub her stomach. Triplets almost four months along, some new pets to play with after these two...
          
          And a benefit that she doesn’t share with her sister, you bend your head to one of her massive, pillow sized hanging tits and give it a suck. 
 
          "Moooooooooooo" You hear cow lift her head up long enough to give that moan as you sample some of her milk. 
          
          It's better than last time, much sweeter and definitely not fat-free. You wipe your lips on your sleeve already making plans to have her hooked up used to feed some of your other ‘guests’ in your penthouse. 
 
          And lastly to get a view to there faces. You grab the back of both of their heads and gently pull on their hair. It takes quite a bit of work to pull them away from the feast. But when you do you are given the lovely view of their faces. 
 
          Triple chins shaking, and fat cheeks jostling their eyes are glassy but full of pleasure as the little chunks of their minds that remain are drowned in hedonistic paradise. There covered in the gooey remains of chocolate cakes and cookie sludge. 
          
          Never doubt the determination of a glutton to eat though as even as their muscles have long since faded under lard, they are struggling against your grip to shove more ponds of gooey treats into their faces an into their bursting guts. '
 
          But that changes when you take a seat on the edge of the trough in front of them with your pants undone. With your sex exposed they are able to move from one vice to another. Lust temporarily overpowering gluttony; They mash their slobby, mess covered faces against your crotch, the full weight of their fat faces rubbing against your thighs as you began to have some morning pleasure of your own.
 
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