"Pigs, eh?" Taylor thought.
After class, Amanda went to her locker. She saw a candy bar there, which was odd, because she avoided candy in order to maintain her trim, cheerleaders figure. Was somebody trying to sabotage her? She looked down, and saw the crumpled-up wrapper in her hand. So she had eaten the bar? It was good. What the hell, she figured, and ate the other bar that had somehow appeared. That was good. She gave a happy oink.
When she got home she went straight to the kitchen. There was a wooden trough on the floor marked "Amanda." "Hi Amanda" said her mom, who was ladling delicious smelling food into the trough. Amanda got down on her hands and knees and shoved her snout (why was she thinking of it as a snout?) into the trough. Delicious, she thought. After she had licked the trough clean, she cast a longing glance at the garbage pail. "No, Amanda!" said her mother. "But Mom!"
"Amanda, when you told us that you identified as a sow-girl, we said fine, but three rules: Wear clothes, use the toilet, and no eating out of garbage cans!"
Amanda rolled her eyes. "OK, Mom, fine, but you and Dad throw out so much edible food!" She stormed off to her room, which was decorated with a heavy pig theme. She weighed herself, and marked off another three pounds. It wouldn't be long, she thought excitedly, before she cracked the 200 pound line. She curled up on the straw. and let her mind drift into fantasy-land. She found herself briefly thinking about Maggie, but why would she go for a skinny girl like that? Now, Zenia, over two hundred pounds, there was a cute girl.
Amanda snored loudly as she napped in her straw.