After thinking about it a little Carol decided she should just handcuff Jillian to the chair, if for no other reason than to cut off possible resistance that Jillian might give her, but she’ll give her a chance, “Piglet you can either eat or I can make you.” She said in a hard tone. Jillian was scared, her young mind couldn’t grasp why her mom had changed so much so quickly, giving into “fight or flight” she attempts to run. Carol is disappointed but unperturbed in her decision and she easily catches Jillian handcuffing her to the highchair; terrified Jillian starts bawling but is quickly quieted by a sharp cuff to the face, “No my little piglet,” her mother said, “you’re not going to get away that easily, as punishment for the attempt I’m not taking off the cuffs until I’ve either stuffed you till you can’t move or you end up passing out, more likely the latter instead of the former.” Jillian whimpered, she just didn’t understand why her mother was acting like this, she had always been a loving, caring woman or at least as far as Jillian knew- Her thoughts were broken away when a large forkful was shoved past her lips, so as not to choke she had to quickly chew and swallow, especially so since Carol quickly shoved in another forkful as soon as she had seen Jillian had swallowed.
Carol was pleased by that because of the amount of food she kept in her piggy’s mouth there wasn’t the slightest protest, “Yes piglet, this is all you’ll be doing from now on, eating and growing.” She said. Jillian was having trouble focusing on her mother’s words because of both the onslaught of food and the growing tightness in her stomach which was beginning to hurt causing her whimper and start quietly crying. Carol saw her pig’s tears and stated, “Don’t you worry pig, I’ll make sure that all of your breakfast gets into your soon to be bigger stomach.” After Jillian saw how much food was left only been fed about an eighth of what was on the table she started breathing faster, leading to her stomach hurting more, and more. Jillian begins to choke on the food she’s being stuffed with. Carol noticing this stops feeding her piglet, since food on the floor is less forming fat and tries to get her to stop choking so she can get back to feeding but, now she sees piggy’s stomach and is surprised at how stretched it is. Carol hadn’t thought that it could get so red and decides to stop for now, “Rest pig, I’ll wake you in an hour or two for your next feeding, so digest fast.” She tells her daughter. in the short time before falling into a food coma she realizes that true to her word her mother had stuffed her till she couldn’t move, her last lucid thoughts were bleak.
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