Thankfully for Midnight Blossom, her supreme weight and size were no match for this aging rustbucket of a truck. It was built in the time when cast-iron wasn't just for the kitchen, and her seven odd hundred pounds of massive chronic obesity were nothing for it. Although it did ride a little lower to the dirt path.

They had soon enough left town, and were taken down a long and lonely dirt path towards what Wildcard explained to be his home, a ranch. It wasn’t something that many ponies liked to think about, and the authorities ignored mostly on principle, but if one wanted to lay low and hide their identity ranching in Equestria was perfect. He was given a wide berth, nopony ever cared to come visit this far out of town, and he was able to generate a decent amount of bits with both milk, eggs, and meat.

The sky was still overcast from last night, but quickly clearing, and about an hour after she had boarded—and Wildcard had dumped a load of fizzing green seminal fluid into her navel—they arrived.

The ranch itself was fairly low key. The closest building was a classic three storey home, and two larger structures, a barn and a large warehouse-esque storage shed, were a ways away. Beyond that, a large plain of grass was left open, surrounded by fences, for the raising of cows.

Wildcard's friend exited the cab and turned towards them, "Alright freakshow, you can consider us even now and I'm not hauling that pig back to town when she eats herself to death."

The muscled, and rather large, stallion rolled his eyes as he pulled the truck's tailgate open. "What you see in fat mares I will never know."

"Says the colt with a truck fit for hauling cows" Midnight spoke as she pulled herself from the truck's bed, her sloshing stomach only now starting to quiet down after the ocean of syrup she had forced into herself. The sex hadn't helped matters at all there either and the air around the truck had either been shaking with her belching or filled with her moans as Wildcard finally had a chance to pay her back for all of the teasing she had inflicted on him in the last two days. "Or are you telling me you've never hauled a heifer back to your place for some fun..." She let the last word sink in with a lick of her lips.

That stallion just rolled his eyes again, "I haul 'em in for grinding down into hamburger, and if you're trying to gross me out you're going to have a tough time," he spoke, and rammed his hoof right into Midnight's fat chest. "My mama was twice the size you are, you ain't nothin'."

Wildcard was out after Midnight, and nimbly left down to stand beside the short and fat mare. He was about to speak, but was cut off. "Now don't ask me to do this again, I've got enough problems without the folks in town thinking I'm enabling some sort of freakish sex cult out here."

He slammed the door to the truck's cab, and hit the gas. Soon enough the two were alone, and the only sound was crickets, the drip of water from the roof, and Midnight's woefully abused digestive system.

Midnight just stared at the truck as it moved over the horizon, resting herself on her stomach like it was giant bean bag, to take the weight of just standing there off of her legs. "Charming colt, huh." She tilted her head at the slowly disappearing dust cloud.

"He married his second cousin, welcome to rural Equestria," Wildcard returned.

"So you wanna give me the tour, or we just gonna get me clean so you can get me dirty again." She almost purred the last few words, a hoof patting her belly near a thin trail of green fluids had run from her belly button and soaked into her fur.

Wildcard stepped up to her, slapped his hoof against her belly to collect some of his own juice, and then stuffed that into Midnight's face. It would taste quite like soda and was fizzy, and the overall sensation was odd, like drinking warm, salty soda.

"The tour, Midnight," he soon spoke, sighing with slight relief as he abandoned his disguise.

"Mmm" Midnight leaned over a little, removing her legs from the shelf of her gut so she could waddle after Wildcard. "So where do we start? The barn, the milking stalls, the house, or the basement where your 'freaky sex cult' keeps all the bad little cows they've brought from all over Equestria so they can stuff 'em and fuck 'em?" A heavy belch interrupted her, her lips and cheeks shaking and jiggling with the explosion of sickly sweet smelling air. "I know where I'd like to start."

"The barn, Midnight, because that's where the only scale that could manage you this side of Manehatten is." Wildcard explained as he started forwards, before he glanced back at Midnight who was just standing there, her eyes slightly glazed over. "... you're fantasizing about getting so fat you break freight scales aren't you? You're a freak, Midnight."

"Says the changeling who wants to see me get there." Midnight spoke as her eyes returned from the middle distance, and she started to lumber slowly after Wildcard.

In any case they eventually reached the doors of the barn, and Wildcard threw them open just as the sun crested the mountains and the clouds broke. It lit the inside spectacularly, and the two rows of languid cows paid them no mind.

"Pfft, freight scales, smeight scmales," Midnight answered as she gazed at the cows, just standing there in their cramped stalls, lazily chewing cud or mooing placidly as their owner led their newest 'sister' into the barn. The heavy smell of hay and milk surrounded her and the brief pang of envy pulled at her heart. She was born to be a cow, but cursed to be a pony and she couldn't have lived the way they did, just accepting what they were given. She wanted more. She needed more. "I want there to be no question of whether or not there's something heavier than me. Whether that's ponies, cows, gryphons, dragons, freight, or buildings."

"Midnight Blossom," Wildcard started, and stepped past her to turn on a light at the back of the barn that shone down on the large metal livestock scale. Polished metal gleaming under the light despite the obvious signs of regular use, hoofmarks, scuffed metal, and the slight bend to the metal sides that were supossed to keep whatver was being weighed on the platform. "The heaviest dragon to live weighed two thousand tons," he spoke, and spun around beside the metal platform.

"Get on the scale, Cow, and let's see how far we are from that."

The other cows noticed her, of course, but being barely sentient milk producing sacks of meat they weren't doing much. This was their life; stay here, maybe mill around the field, eat and sleep. Eventually, they became hamburger.

Wildcard briefly wondered how much money the fat off a mare as big as Midnight could get, but it was a rather dark thought he forced to the back of his mind.

"You sure that can take me, I mean" A hoof slapped her stomach, the adipose wobbling with the motion as she stepped heavily forwards, "It's only been rated for cows."

Panting and wheezing for effect she stepped forwards on to the scales, the twin dials, one visible to her and one for Wildcard, leaping from their resting position to swing up and and up and up, going past six hundred, and then seven hundred, and then seven-fifty only to end up resting at eight hundred and two pounds.

Wildcard's wings buzzed as he stared at that number- combined with the effects her teasing had been having on him he was driven into almost a frenzy and soon leapt towards her, shoving the mare harshly to flop on her side as the scale went to nine hundred and fifty. Wildcard was barely anything compared to her.

He held her down and leaned over her, "You... you hyper-obese piggish slob, you're so fat and so... so out of shape. You're breaking yourself, and ruining your body..."

His hoof sank in deeply and he leaned in close. "I'm going to feed you so much you'll beg me to stop."

"You," Midnight huffed as the changeling slammed into her, her blubber doing nothing to mitigate the impact and instead driving the air from her lungs as all her fat pressed down on her from a new angle, the crushing weight that she had lived with since starting her slow, inexorable, wheezing march to hyper obesity pressing down against her in an entirely new way. "You think I'll beg... you to stop feeding me?" She wheezed, her cheeks flushing red as she tried to squirm underneath Wildcard, waves of blubber cascading against his intruding hoof.

"You'll beg me to stop... you'll beg me to give... give you a break... you'll beg me just so... just so you can have a moment's rest... from my appetite... that you unleashed, bug boy." She tried to lever her head up against the ring of flab that was her neck and mash her lips against his, her moaning as she gasped for breath through the kiss as loud as the sound of groaning steel beneath the pair of them and the lowing of the cows who were watching the pair with idle stupidity.

"Nice try, fatass. It's a little hard to act in charge when you're a wheezing weak fat-mass. I'm in charge, and don't you forget it, pig." Wildcard spoke, and drew back a hoof to deliver a hard, stinging, slap to her fat-swollen middle.

"God, you must be a masochist to ruin yourself like this. Look at you, you're just a walking blob of fat. It must weigh you down, crush you; you've got five of me on your back after all."

He pushed off of her, and stepped towards one of the cows. They were quite a good deal larger and certainly Midnight underweighed them, and soon she found out by how much.

"This heifer is twelve hundred pounds, Midnight. Jealous?"

Midnight just stared at the scale, for all her posturing and teasing that she was already a cow, she hadn't been ready for the sheer scale of the things once they were released from their stalls and in her face. Most of them loomed over her by a head or two, and some even managed to stand taller than Wildcard, their heavy pendulous guts bloated and audibly churning with cud, and hanging udders sloshing with milk.

A burning desire filled her as the thoughts started to sink in, and the sting of jealousy did land, sinking past the fat armour she had wound around her heart, before her jaw set and her eyes hardened, staring at the placid heifer who was entirely unaware of the storm she had just created in the bat pony’s stomach.

"I won't be for long."

Wildcard grinned at her, a toothy grin that showcased his fangs. For all of his calling Midnight a freak- he certainly was one too by Equestrian standards. Hardened black carapace, strong muscles, and buzzing wings. His pupilless blue eyes had a faint glow, and were Midnight a regular mare she'd recall all the social conditioning to be scared of him.

"Good, now get up on those tree trunks you call legs so we can continue the tour, I think you earned yourself a snack," Wildcard directed, and left her to get herself up as he gleefully watched her struggle to her hooves, a red flush showing through her dark coat.

"Just a snack?" Midnight faux-whined as she waddled after the changeling, her eyes never quite leaving the cows that stood in their stalls and watched the two of them pass. "I've been doing so much walking and it's been so long since breakfast." Her stomach's grumbling only adding weight to her words, as though more weight needed to be added to anything about her. "I'm wasting away here."

Wildcard stopped her once outside and spun around, jamming his hoof into the shorter mare's chest. "Wasting away? Midnight you're hyper obese. I can almost hear your poor heart trying to pump through your clogged arteries. You're a sick mare, Midnight... and I like sick mares."

He pushed away, once again, and took her to the large metal tank that stored milk. Positioned between it and her, he leaned on it and tapped the valve.

"You are going to drink ten gallons of milk, and if you live, you get to continue the tour. If you burst open... well, too bad."

"Ten gallons of milk, why... why don't you give me an actual challenge?" Midnight wheezed as she lumbered past Wildcard to wrap her mouth around the tap, bending awkwardly against the restraints of her own flab until she was resting on her stomach with her neck bent in such a way that she was looking directly upwards at the milk level. Her eyes flickering to the side to look at Wildcard as if telling him to get on with it while she started sucking on the spigot before he could open the valve.

Wildcard threw caution to the wind and opened the valve to full, watching the fill line as he did. If Midnight sat there for too long she was in physical danger of rupturing her stomach. This was a thousand gallon tank, and while Wildcard was fairly confident in her capacity nopony had that much capacity, it was impossible.

For now, however, she was only able to just lay there as milk poured into her. Warm and fresh, and incredibly thick, she barely even had to swallow—and in fact couldn’t—as the forceful flow bulldozed into her, swelling her gut.

"I'm gonna make you so fucking fat your ass outweighs Celestia."

Midnight wanted to respond to that comment ‘why should she dream small’, but the river of milk wasn't stopping and if she tried to speak she was going to choke, drowning on the fatty, creamy liquid that oozed down her throat and pooled in her churning stomach as she sucked and pulled and chugged from the metal spigot.

Small streams of milk were leaking from the corners of her mouth between each laboured breath and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to wheeze through her nose, but where another, far lesser, pony would be scared of drowning in the flood, she was Midnight Blossom, she was the fattest mare in Equestria, she wasn't going to be beaten by ten gallons of milk. Redoubling her efforts, she could almost hear the screaming of the tank’s valve as she wrapped her lips tighter around the metal tap and drank with all the might she could muster, draining the tank into her stomach where the contents could make her bigger, huger, so massive that the cows the milk came from would be like fucking specks of black and white dirt compared to her size.

Wildcard carefully managed this as Midnight swelled herself with gallon after gallon. She was clearly so lost to her fetish and fantasy that she would let herself burst open in pursuit of more food, and while that was an incredibly arousing concept he wasn't going to let her break so soon. So he carefully allowed the flow to continue past the ten gallon mark, pressing his hoof against her belly so he could feel her tighten and expand like a water-balloon at a tap.

Once she was reddened, the skin stretched skin showing through her coat, her digestive noises quieted by the sheer amount inside her, and felt like a rubber tire about to explode he finally turned off the flow.

"Midnight Blossom," he spoke, tapping his hoof lightly against her swollen body. "You just drank thirty five gallons of milk. "That's over three hundred pounds of the stuff, look at yourself, you look like a fucking balloon. That cannot possibly feel good."

"Mmmmhhhh..." Midnight wheezed and gasped. Her lungs were screaming at her, trying to suck as much oxygen out of the air while the contents of her stomach squashed against them and she was vaguely aware that she could only feel the ground underneath her with a single hoof at a time, her creaking, groaning, churning stomach getting in the way of all the others as she attempted to shift her weight. "Mmmuuuuuuuhhhhhh" her heart was hammering furiously, beating against her ribs as if it wanted out of this insane mare who had seemingly dedicated her life to torturing it beyond any rational point.

She wheezed and puffed as her stomach gurgled, and her heart pounded, and her lungs tried vainly to escape from the horrific vice of her over inflated stomach and the crushing fat on her back. She didn't need to stop, she didn't need to feel good, she just needed the breath for one word, and she wheezed and huffed until, with a final almighty belch that shook the walls of the barn, and sent clouds of dust scattering away from her quaking stomach, her voice finally obeyed her.

"MORE!"

Wildcard’s wings buzzed, and his hoof started to move back towards the valve to give her more, before his rationality returned and he held himself back. "Midnight, you're a thin-mint away from bursting open, but if I let you, you'd eat more, wouldn't you?"

He slapped his hooves to her swollen belly and—for a moment—it creaked ominously. She was right on the danger line, and her body was absolutely overwhelmed with food. Midnight had gorged before, sure, but she'd never been in a position to actually consume thirty five gallons of anything.

Wildcard leaned to her ear, and whispered hotly. "What's eight hundred and five plus three hundred, Midnight? You're ninety pounds away from not being the thinnest cow on the ranch."

Midnight couldn't speak, only wheeze as the numbers flickered through her head, almost drowned out by the sheer agony of her stomach and her hearts belaboured attempts to beat its way through her ribcage.

"Don't, urp, care" A belch rocketed past her lips, milk and spit splattering against Wildcard's cheek as he leaned in to listen to her pained moaning. "Need... more..." Her hoof wiggled pitifully at the valve as she strained to put her lips back on the spigot. "I... need... to be, urp, bigger. Fattest cow... here"

"The heaviest cow here weighs four thousand pounds, even, and produces half my milk. She's on loan with that friend right now... he's got a bull that won't mate with his smaller heifers," Wildcard spoke, and slapped Midnight's gut again. The belching was good; it shifted her gut away from the danger zone enough that he stopped worrying his prized pig was about to burst open under his hooves.

"Can you even move, lardo? Your gut must be crushing the rest of you, I'm surprised you can still breathe."

"Mmmmppphh..." Midnight's hoof wiggled in the air before she shifted her weight by inches and it crashed to the ground, flab pooling around it as the balloon that was once her stomach pushed against her, in comparison, stick-like limb, and she dragged herself maybe a fraction of an inch, panting the whole way. "It... it... ain't gonna... stop me." She wheeezed before shifting her weight again, a cloud of dust rising behind her as a rear hoof hit the ground and sent her ass quivering, the rolls upon rolls of flab shuddering with even the tiniest of movements.

Wildcard moved behind the obese mare, and slapped her rounded ass firmly. As usual, the smack led to her releasing a belch with a volume equal to his own stomach capacity, the layers of fat that coated her entire body trembling and shaking as she did so. God, what kind of a broken, masochistic, fat-obsessed mare would actually do this to herself?

Midnight, apparently.

"Well, you're obviously too fucking full to eat in the house, but if you can still move yourself I think it's about time for lunch, isn't that right, Piggy?" Wildcard teased, and slapped her again as he pondered the logistics of getting a thirty five gallon milk-filled mare fed. Where and how, was the question.

"Oink," Midnight groaned as Valiant's slap sent her ass cheeks jiggling again, waves of flab crashing against each other and continuing through the tectonic layers of flab that covered her nethers. She squeezed her thighs together and moaned, while the sensation of her stomach trying to avoid ripping apart inside her mixed with the raw pleasure she was feeling, fluids leaking down her thighs as the vibrations teased her mercilessly.

"This piggy... needs her, urp, slop"

Wildcard decided on the simplest approach, and since the warm sun was shining down on them it seemed reasonable enough. "Follow me, fatass, and damn, you're getting off just on how heavy and hard to move you are aren't you? I'd offer to help... but I think we'd both rather I didn't."

He undid the latch to the grazing field and quickly trotted off, putting some distance between him and Midnight and then spinning around back to watch the overloaded mass of fat work her way towards him.

Midnight could feel his eyes on her as she waddle, no as she dragged herself across the dry ground. Each step was almost torturous, her muscles joining the chorus of internal agonies as they rebelled against the cruelty of hauling her mass, inches at a time, her flab oozing out ahead and behind and around her like she was a living puddle of flesh.

She had never felt hotter.

It took her almost fifteen minutes of wheezing and panting and dragging herself under the ‘baking’ sun to finally reach Wildcard, and her entire body heaved with each breath, cascading tsunamis of flesh bouncing with each great shuddering inhale and exhale. "Where's... where's... the food?"

Wildcard stepped up to her and put his hooves on her shoulders, pushing Midnight down into... well, into herself. "It's inside, pig, and I've got to go make it. Make yourself comfortable, it'll be a few minutes."

He looked down on her as he pushed her down, his hooves squishing into her fat, and then he pushed off of her and stepped past.

The sun was, indeed, quite warm- but not hot. It wasn't summer yet after all, and the grass was nice and soft for Midnight to lounge upon with her oversized body. Lunch, as it were, was soon provided- or so it seemed, but why was Wildcard returning with a series of buckets levitated ahead of him?

Midnight's mind whirred, the little and large pains mostly just background noise now. She had grown used to ignoring them when she had been maybe a quarter of this size, and had a tenth of her current stomach capacity, and it had only been a matter of letting herself adjust for a moment for them to be pushed to the back of her mind.

"That better... be what, urp, I think... it is." The wheezing however she could do nothing about, not that she wanted to, it was a constant reminder of just how heavy she was, of how much of her she was carrying, that she was unable to do do what any sane and normal pony could, like walk up a a pair of steps, or go five minutes without the desperate need for a breather, or stop at only one buffet.

Wildcard slammed down the buckets, "Depends, what do you think it is?" he spoke, and soon the pair were joined- he had opened the barn on his way in, and the cows themselves wandered into the field to graze.

Were she experienced enough Midnight would note they were all, actually, quite overweight. Not to the point of her of course, but clearly Wildcard overfed the animals.

"Slop," Midnight licked her lips between wheezes as her eyes met Wildcard's, pointedly not looking down at the buckets which quietly sloshed as they were dropped to the ground. "Full of... leftovers and... scraps and... lard." The smell of cows tickled her nostrils, and her stomach groaned with the noise of a bridge swaying under hurricane force winds.

"The sort of... thing you... force feed pigs... until they're too... fat to move." Her hoof pressed into her gut, pushing through the layers of flab until it hit her straining stomach wall. "Too fat to... eat any more... too fat to even... breathe"

Wildcard’s wings buzzed again, the tell-tale sign that Midnight's teasing was pushing the right buttons. "Midnight Blossom you really are one of a kind- does your freakish fat fetish have any limits?"

“Limits… are for… ponies,” Midnight spoke between each heaving, shuddering breath as she watched Wildcard pick up one of the buckets in his magic, “Not for… pigs.”

He opened the bucket he was holding, before flinging the cover away like a frisbee. "I force-feed pigs to sell the meat, Midnight, but I've gotten very good at it..." He approached her with the opened bucket, and it smelled like... well, like slop, but well sugared slop. "The trick is to keep them just about ready to burst open, and so addicted to food that they won't stop you..."

Midnight eyed him as he drew closer, the bucket hovering in his pale green magic as the scent teased at her nostrils and drool pooled in her mouth. "I thought I... told you... you'll be... begging me to... stop." She strained a hoof forwards, thick slabs of fat holding it down with their sheer mass as she tried in desperation to take the bucket from Wildcard's magical grasp. "Now get over... here... and feed your... piggy."

Wildcard in turn eyed her, "I'll never stop, pig. You could be heaving a coronary and I'll still feed you. Your intestines could burst open and I'll still feed you. Your lungs could be so crushed you turn blue... and I'll still feed you," Wildcard spoke in turn, and slapped away Midnight's pudgy hoof.

He slammed down the bucket before Midnight. It was, indeed, mostly lard. Lard, gravy, and a good deal of sugar to mask the taste. It only counted as food if someone was very very loose with their definitions of what food was.

"Now eat until you can't, fatass. You're sleeping outside tonight, like the cow you are."

A rational and sane pony would have looked at Wildcard and asked the changeling if he was off his rocker, expecting them to eat this. Even some of the more dedicated feeders Midnight had met would have balked at what her newest enabler had slapped down in front of her. Midnight however didn't bat an eyelid as she leaned forward, pressing the flabby rolls of her neck against the hideously thick layers of her stomach and almost submerged her entire snout straight into the uncovered bucket.

Great globs of sugar and lard thickened slop spilled over the bucket’s rim as she pushed her head in before the sound of frenzied consumption could be heard, and Wildcard could, if he strained his eyes, imagine that he was watching Midnight's throat distorting underneath her collection of turkey like chins. The adipose riddled rolls of flesh swaying and jostling as she pushed her head further and further into the bucket before her neck got jammed against the rim and she found herself struggling desperately to reach deeper.

Wildcard—with that same unusual changeling strength—shoved Midnight's head back out of the bucket. Before she could complain, however, he revealed what he was doing when he tipped the bucket up and let the slop flow into her. Another few gallons of high calorie and dense 'food' that would be added to the dozens of gallons of milk and syrup already inside the piggish mare.

"Let's do some math, Midnight..." Wildcard spoke, as she consumed. "If you keep consuming like this, you're going to break my record of ten pounds of fat a day. Think about that; we could double your weight in two months."

He slapped his hoof to her chest, "It's going to hurt, Midnight. Every hour of every day, it's going to hurt."

Slop bubbled around Midnight's mouth as she swallowed with a furore that set her entire body wobbling, her mass slapping against itself as she gorged herself on the insane, not food that Wildcard was forcing down her throat. The strain on her stomach had returned and returned with a vengeance, already she felt like she was going to tear apart, and her nostrils flared as she tried to breathe in with such strength that she was almost vacuuming in her own mane as it hung limply over her face.

"Hurt's... gooooood" She moaned as the flow finally slowed to a halt, chunks of lard and streams of gravy smeared around her mouth as she wheezed and hiccuped and belched, the stench of semi-digested milk and syrup and slop pouring out of her mouth like a miasma of pure unhealthiness. A testament to just how utterly she had devolved into a bestial state of unending hunger. "No… pain... no... gain."

Wildcard was impressed. Despite all the pain of her body and all the reasons not to, for the third time today she had pushed herself to the utter limit- and since she had belched so much after her milk binge there was a damn good chance she was actually there now. He slapped a hoof to her stomach and- for a moment- was worried that the hardened organ was going to rip open under his touch.

It didn't, however, and he wondered if that was as much freakish willpower as anything; he could feel her erratic heartbeat through her stretched and reddened skin.

"Your heart’s beating off rhythm, Midnight... Your body isn't supposed to be this full."

"Don't... care" A single hoof reached out feebly for the next bucket, the otherworldly sound of her stomach's strain crescendoing at even that miniscule motion, while her eyes, pupils pinpricked and manic, locked on to Wildcard's. "Want... more... Need... MORE!" Her entire body was pulsating and wobbling as her muscles twitched and the sound of flesh pushed to the absolute brink rumbled through the field. The normally placid bovines slowly backing away as if even their animal minds could see the writing on the wall and wanted nothing to do with this mare's suicidal drive to turn herself into a crater. "Need to... be... biggest... cow."

"Well you can't, Midnight. If you want to be the fattest cow on the farm I can't let you go and eat yourself to death on the first day," Wildcard returned, and levitated those two other buckets away- and dumped them out for the actual cows.

They quite enjoyed that little treat, and Wildcard stepped up to Midnight to raise her fat chin. "You're disgusting."

The changeling leaned down and kissed her, holding his lips against her own. "Just imagine feeling like this for the rest of your life..."

Which, considering her insane disregard for the limits of her own health, was probably not going to be altogether that long.

Midnight moaned as she watched the slop pour out onto the ground, her feeble and almost completely ignored sense of rationality recognising the implications behind Wildcard's words. Every warning she'd ever received from her doctors, her parents, her teachers flashing through her head, as the arrythmic beating of her heart thudded in her chest, and the wheezing of her lungs echoed in her ears. She was disgusting. She was on the short path to destruction. She was a pony treating her body like it was a cow's and paying the piper for her actions…

And yet as Wildcard leaned in and kissed her, the action almost tender compared to the primal need that had been present in every single one of the previous times she had pulled his lips to hers, or he had pushed himself on her, she felt complete. Like even if she wasn't a cow, even if her body was breaking down around her, even if this was how she was going to die by eating herself to death, she wouldn't die with any fucking regrets whatsoever, and she spoke haltingly as the changeling pulled away.

"I... can't... fuckin'... wait."

Author's Note

Welcome to the introduction of ellipses... absurd amounts of ellipses...

I loathe myself for this.