"it was so hard to explain to outsiders, but i never felt as cared for, as loved, as sexy as when i was a piggy for daddy. everyday "farmers" would put on my snout and ears and butt plug pig tail and a collar, i, with the other piggies would crawl on all floors from the 'pig sty' to the pig pen, which was actually a large shallow warmed mud spa. it felt so good! we would get good and muddy, then farmer daddy would come in and fuck us in a orgy. it was so erotic. he would call each piggy by a name he'd given them, and talk about how much he loved our fat, pregnant bodies, and how good piggies should eat all they can, as we all grunted and squealed as he chased us around the pen, wrestling and fucking us, one by one. after daddy, we each went to our handlers, usually a man or a married couple, and we would fuck individually. i loved being filled with so much cum and feeling so sexy that not one, but two, or sometimes three men would want to fuck me when i was covered with mud! it was the cult's view that sex should be dirty but not shameful, so the mud orgies were a kind of sacrament.
after the pig pen orgies, we would be put in a wheeled chair and be taken to the main house. there, they would bathe us, wash my hair, do our nails, hair and makeup, spray me with the most delicious perfumes, then clothe us in a short soft pink mini dress, silk pig ears and pink heels.for our food orgy-- aka breakfast-- and we were to stuff ourselves as much as we could. then to the beds in the big house for a nap. after a few hours we would be taken to be fattened. would be force fed fattening slop for lunch via funnel while getting a massage. then another nap, then dinner, then a handler orgy, a warm shower, then to bed in the sty.
everyone just hears we were called piggies, and made to wear masks, but you wanted to wear the masks. you wanted to! i spent 3 years as a handler's wife, and all i ever wanted to be was a good, fat, preggo little piggy for the farmer. when i finally got nominated, i was floating on air for a month! and being a piggy was as good--- no better!-- than i'd imagine. i'm so mad that that stupid fucking ex-piggy--- that stupid swine, erma-- narc'd us out on my second year of being a piggie! if she didn't want to be 'slaughtered' she shouldn't have agreed to be a piggie!"