Pig Dad
Added 2023-04-04 00:55:00 +0000 UTCDad would always try to make me feel guilty for eating while I was only a little overweight. Any time he'd see me with unhealthy food, he'd immediately take it away, gobbling it up in front of me while pretending to be a pig. He'd turn to me when he was finished gorging himself, food smeared all over his face, saying that's what I looked like whenever ate.
He didn't realize I kept a stash, always bringing out the fattening snacks whenever he was around. I loved watching him greedily shove it down his throat, attempting to embarrass me in front of the rest of the family. No one would question him, too wrapped up in his own world, the pillar of god in his own life.
He was too proud of himself to realize what was happening. He didn't see his clothes growing tighter, his stomach growing out of all his shirts as his body continued to expand, rising like a soft ball of dough. His ass swelled, giving him the rear of a dump truck from the constant garbage I made him eat. He was turning into the pig he'd always meant to be, the pig he thought I was becoming.
