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December 2011

Hello and Happy Holidays Carlyle Family! I can't properly express in words the gratitude I feel for how welcoming you all were to me this year when we came to visit for Christmas! Ever since I met him 8 months ago, Terry has been telling me just how amazing his family is, and let me tell you guys, he wasn't exaggerating one bit! To John, Martha, Vicky, and Susan, I just want to say that I wish I had siblings as cool as you. And to Mr. and Mrs. Carlyle, I just want to reassure you that your son is in good hands. He's a fantastic little fox and I love him dearly, so rest assured that your "darling little dumpling" will be well taken care of Mrs. Carlyle; and yes Martha, He most certainly is a bit pudgier in the midsection since last you saw him! The bashful little guy was hoping you wouldn't notice, but it's hard to miss when he's stuffing himself taut with a 4th helping of holiday stuffing! Like a good boy, he listened when his momma told him to always clean his plate growing up!

I'm sorry we won't be able to visit very often due to the distance, but I look forward to joining the family's yearly Christmas card and newsletter mailings! I love that your family recaps the year with this little ritual, and what fun I had reading about everyone's adventures as each card and newsletter came in the mail! My family is unfortunately your typical northern Luddites, and my momma otter has never been much for writing, so I'm not used to sharing any correspondence and life updates over E-mail, but I look forward to sharing our adventures with my new extended family! Terry says I have a tendency to overshare, but I think he's just a shy little fox to whom the idea of telling someone what tea you had for breakfast is akin to telling your family that stuffing yourself with 5 plates of stuffing like a prize winning pig is enough to give you a roaring, bed sheet clawing orgasm!

I guess that's all for now guys. Until next year folks, stay safe and stay happy!

-Otto

December 2012

Season's Greetings Carlyle family! Boy what a year Terry and I have had! We've been hosting parties, traveling to Canada and Mexico, and we even got Terry all settled in my house this summer! The best part of this year had to have been the trip we took to the Cariban last month! Let me tell you folks, it was AMAZING! There were more pools and entertainers than you could shake a stick at! I wish I could regale with stories of the shows we saw onboard, or the sandy beaches of Jamaica, but we spent so much time at the buffet I didn't get a chance to see any of it!

Every morning Terry would waddle his pudgy 5'0" frame up to the dining hall (did I mention he's up to 200lbs now?) And after catching his breath would park his wide behind down at the ornate table and just gorge his fat little face for hours! I mean sure, he wanted to go off ship and see the sights, but I knew what he really wanted, and with a little gentle prodding (He's so tractable after a few belly rubs and gentle piggy encouragement) he was more than willing to choose the correct choice and fill his creamy white belly.

I'm telling you folks, you should have seen him go at it day and night! I don't think he's ever had that much free access to great food, and I'll be frank, my fat little piggy fox let himself run hog wild! Hour after hour he would jam bean buns, steak fingers, gravy soaked rolls, and tub after tub of ice cream into his hungry little muzzle. You would be amazed how much that little fox can pack away, my paws could barely keep his bloated, overripe gut massaged under the table as he wolfed down enough food to feed a small orphanage. Heck, he ate so much those first two days his khaki's wouldn't fit by Wednesday morning and we had to have him wear sweat pants for the rest of the trip! You should have seen how sheepish he was huffing and puffing into the dining hall on day 5, the entire staff disgusted that he was back again to clean them out and unsettle the other passengers. Rest assured Mrs. Carlyle, after a healthy afternoon of belly rubs and "Adult Situations" (I swear he was meant to be bred, he takes an 8" otter dick like a bitch in heat when you pack his belly tight as a beach ball) we managed to get him back in for lunch and dinner buffets without too much fuss.

All in all, the trip was a blast! We had a wonderful time, and the year as a whole was fantastic! I guess I'll be signing off now and wishing everyone a happy New Year's as well. Terry and I are off to get him some new pants this evening, and after putting on 20 or so pounds I think some size 44 waist pants are in order!

-Otto

December 2013

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays Carlyle family! I would like to open this year's Christmas newsletter with an apology. I was informed by many members of the family, along with Terry, that last year's Christmas newsletter was a bit on the "Distasteful" side, and for that, I apologize. I just love sharing our exciting life so much and I guess I can get a bit carried away, but I digress. This year's newsletter will be "All business" as they say, so here we go!

It's been a rather fantastic year for us, full of exciting new adventures and bursting at the seams with growth and change. We attended San Diego Comic-Con, visited the Grand Canyon, and even checked out Pittsburgh for the first time! This year I also convinced Terry to finally quit his day job and stay at home full time, and it's fantastic!

We had been discussing such an arrangement since last year, as I've found that the walking and riding to work has been doing a number on his metabolism and raising it just a notch too high; not to mention that at 300lbs, his massive posterior is having a hard time squeezing through doors and fitting into the bus seats (Which is to say nothing of the laughs and giggles he receives in public, but I'm OK with that; prize winning pigs are meant to be gawked at.)

Make no mistake, he groused about his need for "Independence" and "Self-sustainability" to no end, but after a few good sessions of cramming his whining muzzle with donuts till he begged me to stop, along with a healthy amount of belly rubs and letting him know what a good piggy he is eventually won him over. He has come to understand that he not only has nothing to fear about me not providing (I'm always providing for him, whether it's his cock hungry muzzle, his bulbous, sagging gut, or his eager, billowing ass) but that being self-sustaining and independent is not a good state for a fox pig to be in. Work is a distraction from his true desire to stuff himself to immobility, and rest assured, I'm here to make sure his unfounded fears and misplaced free will don't stand in the way of his success.

All that said, I have saved the best news for last. We are getting married! The sneaky little rascal hid an engagement ring into one of the dozen or so donut boxes I ordered for breakfast and when I went to grab another donut to jam down his fat gullet I found it, and since he was already on his knees servicing my thick otter cock, he looked up to me with those beautiful blue eyes, nestled deep into his big, blubbery face and asked me. "Otto, will you be my forever otter?"

I'm tell you Carlyle's, I have never been so happy in my life! Terry is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me, and without a second thought I said yes! Oh it was such a glorious day! That evening I invited over some of our best friends to celebrate and we spent all night cramming him so tight with burritos he nearly broke into tears from the bloat! Don't worry though, we massaged that massive dumpster he calls a stomach till his belches shook the windows and then proceeded to scribble "Fat Ass" "Fat Fuck" and "Disgusting Pig" all over his fur before we all pumped our thick loads into his porcine ass and mewling muzzle.

I guess that's all for this year family! Here's to a happy New Year's and continued success in 2014 for all of you! We'll be sure to send out the wedding invites once we are set on a date!

-Otto

December 2014

Happy Holidays Mr. and Mrs. Carlyle! It would seem that last year's Christmas newsletter was once again a bit over the line... apparently to the point of the entire family threatening to sue me if I dare send another one them. My apologies if I have offended, I just get so gosh darned excited I can't help it! I'm glad you two have agreed to receive my yearly holiday newsletter, of which I have come to understand is the only information you now receive about your son. (Pig sluts aren't allowed access to computers or telephones unsupervised, such things distract them from their proper feeding schedules.)

That said, it's been a fantastic year, albeit a bit less adventurous than the last! We haven't done any traveling at all this year (400+lbs of corpulent, fleshy fox is hard to transport,) but that hasn't stopped us from making some much needed changes around the homestead!

For starters, this January we converted the kitchen into his new bedroom/living space! Moving between the rooms was just heck on his knees and his breathing, so we figured a straight shot to his meals was the best bet. He was reluctant at first if I am to be honest, though a few days of being tethered in the kitchen by an industrial strength chain changed his tune. (You gain a whole new opinion on a matter when you're forced to beg, plead, and stuff yourself with gallons of milk in order to be let off your leash in order to go relieve yourself.)

Mr. and Mrs. Carlyle, I'm pleased to tell you that Terry has never been happier! From stuffing his face in a food trough at the same time I stuffed his ass, all the way to him moaning and begging me to stop as I poured gallon after gallon of gainer shakes down his fat gullet once he thought he had reached his limit (Trust me, he had way more space to go. They don't call him a sissy pig fox for nothing.)

The wedding, (as you well know having declined to attend,) was last month, and as a honeymoon gift and reward for breaching 500lbs, I bought my beautiful fox a custom made sling to support his amazing girth. (He's so massive I had to have them weave Kevlar in just to support his mass.)

I'm telling you Mr. and Mrs... or should I say, Mom and Dad... you should see how well it fits him! His massive, drooping foxboy tits hang down through the cushioned loops, and his distended, pendulous belly sags almost to the ground! I even have stirrups built on to his hind legs so you can get a straight shot right at his tail hole when the need arises. Even his fat, fleshy arms are help up, his paws having become quite worthless for anything these days, let alone pleasuring himself (If he's a good boy all week and drinks the entire vat of "FAsT GROW" I've assigned him each day then he gets relieved on Sunday, otherwise it's two more weeks until he gets another shot.)

Rest assured Mom and Dad, he's a fat, disgusting little pig, but he's no free loader! Last month I not only brought in the camera crew from Discovery's "10 Most Disgusting Sights in America" to shoot their pilot episode (Keep an eye out for it comes July of next year! Your son is a star!) But I've also started up a website where viewers, for a rather hefty fee, get to control the injection rate of his feeding tube and watch him squirm, whine, and mewl in pleasure; all in brilliant HD!

I guess I should wind this newsletter to a close and wish you both a very happy holidays, along with a safe and happy New Year's. Rest assured that your lovely son is in good hands. In fact, I'm heading off right now to adjust his oxygen feed. The poor little pig has been wheezing and short of breath all month, his lungs and internal organs are no doubt being squished into pancakes by all the blubber he's been accumulating since the website started up. He can barely gasp out a whimper that he's hungry (Not that he needs to, we know he always hungry.)

Happy New Year's Mom and Dad!

From your new, loving son.

-Otto