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I grinned through the mouth piece of the funnel. I could feel myself getting wet with anticipation. I wonder if my feeder was as excited to be funneling me for the first time as I was to be getting funneled by him. As the slurry of calories flowed into me I noticed that the shake was becoming uncomfortably cold. I tried to keep up with the onslaught of liquid but I couldn't swallow fast enough. The shake surged forth from the mouth piece onto my face and breasts. I quickly put my finger on the end of the mouth piece to avoid wasting anymore precious calories. I steadied myself and finished the funnel like a good feedee.

It seems that one shake just isn't enough for a pig like me anymore. I needed more! My feeder happily obliged. A third of a box of cookies disappeared into my insatiable maw in a matter of moments. My feeder took the canister of whipped cream and wrote PIG across my big blubbery belly. I could feel myself getting even wetter; I love being marked as what I am! He licked a line of cream off the vast expanse that I call a stomach. He began rubbing the cream into the thick layer of flab that encases me. He raised his cream covered fingers to my lips and I sucked them clean wishing it was his cock.