"Ah well, time to get dressed!" Della giggled, looking at her staff with fondness. She tapped the fuzzy blue pom puff of the staff, which was once her lover's curly head of cyan hair. Once she did so, the staff was enveloped in a cloud of smoke, leaving it as nothing more than an earring.
Della looked down at the funny piece of jewelry with amusement, taking it to her left ear with a smile across her soft face.
"Well babe, you're a bit unkempt even as jewelry, but it's easier to carry you around like this than as a big ball of hair and some heavy boobies," Della giggled, tapping the earring with her powder-blue nail, causing the breast-like bobble at its end to dangle to and fro.
After taking a stretch, Della made her way to the couples' bathroom. She viewed herself in the medicine cabinet's mirror before splashing water on her face.
"Well, gotta brush my teeth and then a shower!" Della giggled before opening the cabinet's door to retrieve her toothbrush.
After taking care of her dental hygiene, Della shed the black nightie from her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the tiled floor below. Her soft, cellulite stuffed form was now exposed to the halogen lights above her head. Turning, her gaze met the floor length mirror next to the scale at the other side of the spacious bathroom. Walking over to it, she watched ever part of her copious form ripple and shake as she drew closer with each weighty step.
Lifting her belly up, her grey eyes softened in admiration at her own mass of doughy pale flesh as it was hoisted by her manicured hands. "My oh my, look at me! At this rate by the time the 'Swirl Festival' hits I'll be at my target weight!" The thought of gaining more made her stubby porcine tail twirl with excitement.
Her hand moving to her backside, her mind began to drift to what life could be given her partner's cooperation. '
To be a simple fat brood sow on some small farm in the middle of nowhere, ah what a treat! Eating all day, being fed for the sole purpose of being fattened. Oh my, am I flirting with the idea of becoming a true hedonist? But my poor Willy, she would have to work so hard to keep be satiated...though I guess with her providing the milk for our meals already, our dependence of producer and consumer wouldn't change. It's a shame she gave up on the cow life. Though one must ponder, what would it be like? An immobile human cow, funneling her milk into her fat sow of a wife? Hoho, such beauty...but it's impractical. An owner wouldn't allow cow's milk like hers to only be used to pad my belly. Nah, I'd feed on slop, corn, and sugar pastes. I'd pop out other little sows to be fed and raised in a similar manner. Though thinking about it as a breeding sow, after my breeding years were up I'd probably be worth a ton in fatty pork...'
Della's hand traveled from her backside to the moist lips of her sex and began to tease her clitoris with the thought of her being nothing more than a barn animal raised for brood and breakfast rushing her mind. In her in enjoyment, her features began to shift towards the porcine. Her digits began to fuse and weight began to pool until what stood before the scale was not a woman but a pig. Sniffing the air, she approached the scale one powder blue hoof after the other. Climbing the metal platform, she noticed it creaking against her weight, though due to its slick surface she lost her footing a bit upon her ascent. She plopped onto the scale with an unceremonious thud, which caused the screen at the edge of the scale to glow. The read out detailed the pig upon its platform as such.
Race: Sus domesticus
Age: Sow
Height: 5'4"
Length: 6'3"
Weight: 498 lbs.
Awareness: High
[Subject contains a body made up of 55% fat]
[High fat concentration in 'Breasts']
[Moderate fat concentration in 'Buttocks']
[HIGH fat concentration in 'Thighs']
[Subject contains a body made up of 45% muscle]
[High muscle concentration in 'Thighs']
[Is subject able to breed: Yes]
[Offspring Output: High]
[Number of Births: 0]
[Womb Capacity: High]
[Vaginal elasticity: High]
[Is subject fit for consumption: Yes]
[Subject is fat enough to be used for consumption]
[Is subject intelligent: Moderate]
[Subject has moderate intelligence and is somewhat fit for complicated tasks]
[Disposition: Pet]
[Is subject mobile: Yes]
[Subject is mobile, though subject's fat concentration will affect her performance, stressing the spine]
[Limb Removal suggested: high]
[Recommended uses:
[Centerpiece of a feast: Subject is fat enough for consumption and has enough body mass to feed a large amount of people]
[Mass Breeder: the subject has the genes to breed a mass amount of high valued offspring]
[Pet: Subject is smart enough to be used as an intelligent companion]
Seeing the readout, Della came to her senses and transformed back into her human self.
"My goodness, I have gained weight...and these descriptions, wow. I am fat, haha," Della giggled, amused by how fat her pig form was.
Then, with a glint in her eye, she stepped towards the scale in her human form. With one cautious powder blue lacquered foot followed by another, she ascended, cupping the hanging flesh of her fat belly as she did so.
Race: Pig-Zoomen
Age: 26
Measurements: 36JJ 38-36-52
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 345 lbs.
Awareness: High
[Subject contains a body made up of 55% fat]
[High fat concentration in 'Breasts']
[High fat concentration in 'Buttocks']
[High fat concentration in 'Hips']
[HIGH fat concentration in 'Thighs']
[HIGH fat concentration in 'Belly']
[Subject contains a body made up of 45% muscle]
[High muscle concentration in 'Thighs']
[Is subject able to breed: Yes]
[Offspring Output: High]
[Number of Births: 0]
[Womb Capacity: High]
[Vaginal elasticity: High]
[Is subject fit for consumption: Yes]
[Subject is fat enough to be used for consumption]
[Is subject intelligent: Moderate]
[Subject has moderate intelligence and is somewhat fit for complicated tasks]
[Disposition: Pet]
[Is subject mobile: Yes]
[Subject is mobile though subject's fat concentration will affect her performance, stressing the spine]
[Limb Removal suggested: High]
[Recommended uses:
[House wife: Subject has the body and disposition of a caring spouse]
[Breeding wench: Subject has healthy ovaries for producing high yields of children]
Looking at these readouts, Della was amused by the scale descriptions.
"Hehe, wow, I keep forgetting how sexist our scale is. That's probably why baby doesn't use it, haha!" Della giggled, jiggling Willy who dangled from her ear.
***
Now out on the town, Della walked with pride, each step resulting in a jiggle of her fat stuffed assets along with the jiggling beads around her ankles. Her pale skin made a wonderful contrast against her black and red attire.
"Ah, shame, maybe baby clashes too much with my outfit. Though painting my nails and toes a color close to her hair color balances out my aesthetics, haha!" Della giggled as she made her path out of the residential area known as 'Aorta' into downtown Hearts, know to the locals as 'The Ven'.
To make this walk more tolerable, Della made her way to the cell stop, a pink oval half-dome made to protect awaiting passengers from the elements while they wait to catch a shuttle to The Ven. The wait was lengthy, as it took twenty minutes for a shuttle to arrive. In that time, Della grew tired of standing, flopping down on the provided bench within the cell sto[, her wide rear meeting the pink plastic with an air evacuating thud.
Hearing the rumblings of a vehicle in the distance, a smile of relief stretched across her red painted lips. "Whew, finally..." Della sighed as she saw the large red bus pull up to the cell stop.
Stepping on, she was greeted by a driver behind the wheel in a red uniform, a standard of the Hearts City transportation association.
"Hi there ma'am, going to The Ven?" Said the female driver, her red jacket half-way zipped which exposed most of her large valley of cleavage.
"Yep, going on patrol," Della smiled as she hip bumped her phone against the pay-paid on the console near the driver.
"Ah, Outting, keeping the streets safe. Keep fighting the good fight, girlfriend!" Said the bus driver, giving Della an enthusiastic arm pump.