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You'd sit down in the Pig Maker machine, wouldn't you?
Oh they'd warn you that it was going to be permanent, and that it couldn't be stopped once they strapped you in. You'd let them strap you in anyway.
Even if they made it perfectly clear that you'll end up so fat that you'll probably never walk again... You'd volunteer anyway.
Hell, you'd beg for it, wouldn't you, Fatso?
Make me your fat fucktoy
I know I can be difficult and whine when you force so much food into me. My belly hurts after 10,000 calories. You're ruthless and hardly give me breaks. My tummy staying big 90% of the day. Every day. I've tripled in size the last few months. I'm so big I'm out of breath just by walking a few feet. You follow me and stuff donuts and cakes into my mouth even when I'm walking. You stop me just to push me against the wall and feed me more. Your hands rubbing my bulging belly, tickling and jiggling it as I moan from being so full. You tease me when I waddle around the house. Yes I'm aware I might get too fat to fit through the door...
I'm getting so out of shape that I need at least 15 minutes just to get myself out of bed. Rolling myself over takes quite a bit of effort now. Shifting my heavy fat encased legs is a workout in itself. I feel myself getting weaker because of you. Always telling me to eat more every day. I've destroyed myself and can't stop. A gluttonous pig I have become. You used to hold me down just to feed me, now I'm growing too big to even resist. Just feeding myself fatter until I have no choice.
You've gotten more aggressive now that the scale reads 600 lbs. You seem to be driven to forcefeed me to immobility and its working... I can hardly get out of bed without your help, which...you don't always assist me, just push me back into bed and stuff pizza down my throat. You love teasing me. Spreading my blubber riddled legs apart and rubbing me. You know how to get me going by stuffing a tube down my throat and stroking me until I'm nearly cumming. Then you stop. I know I'm not allowed to cum until I gain at least a pound in a day. You're so wicked sometimes.
That just makes me want more. 600...850...900 pounds later I'm still filling myself for you. My arms weighed down with big bags of fat resting against my sloppy overlapping rolls on my sides. My globular moobs drooping down my huge belly. I know I'm hardly recognizable I'm so obese. A literal ball of fat unable to stand anymore. My cock buried under a massive mound of lard that also resembles a roll of fat under my burgeoning gut. You've pushed me so far and so much that I can't stop consuming. You used to use a funnel to fill me but upgraded to a tube and vat. Sickening to think of.
I can feel my health declining. I wheeze when you roll me over onto my belly to fuck me. I don't resist at all. I can't. I'm so goddamn fat and unhealthy I would grow out of breath just by wiggling so I lay there as you push yourself into me, spreading my colossal ass cheeks apart. Even when you fuck me I'm eating. Always eating. Mindless and dull I suck down thousands of calories while you pleasure yourself. I can feel my whole body wobble with every thrust. My heart and head pounds from being so massive. You struggle to find my cock as its already wet from pre cum.
After you're finished with me you always roll me over and stroke me while wobbling my huge gut. You remind me of how big and useless I've grown. Now I'm just your fat fucktoy. God I love it. I must be over 1,300 lbs now. My whole body shakes when you jerk me off and I sweat profusely. I can't help it anymore. You tease me and rub my big tits, slapping them while degrading me. My heart pounds and the fat on my chest is slowly suffocating me. Choking me. You force me to lay on my back and my head pounds from the pressure. I wheeze and gasp with every stroke. You kiss my swollen gut and roll it around. It hurts from getting so taut but you just keep feeding and stroking me. I sputter with my mouth filling and my throat working down the slop. "Keep eating pig, eat until you're about to burst. I want you bigger...heavier...completely bedbound." I'm throbbing now. Soaked in sweat. "Work for it pig." You squeeze my swollen thighs. I'm so close.
My stomach hurts now. I can hear the churning deep within. I've eaten way more than I ever have. Its hard to breathe. My chest is pounding and my legs are shaking. My throat is sore from swallowing. I'm huge. I can't see past my full belly. My tits bouncing with every stroke flopping and jiggling. I'm growing dizzy from being worked up and struggling to breathe. Yet you keep forcing more into me. "Thats it...fill yourself. This is your best stuffing session yet. Stretch your stomach for more." You tap my belly and its taut as a drum. I'm ready to blow. My face hot and I grip the sheets. Gurgling noises are now audible from my gut. I'm almost scared that I truly might burst. I whine and wiggle for you to stop. "Just a little more..." Your hand slows and you tease my sack. I know its growing increasingly difficult to reach down there. I grunt and groan from the pain building up deep inside me. I huff and wheeze from behind the tube and involuntarily grind against your strokes. "You're getting big piggy. Almost there."
I attempt to stretch my legs out for you but they're so heavy that I can't. "Stop wiggling pig, just swallow. Eat for me. Grow for me. You're so obese you can't stop. Soon the only thing you'll be able to do is eat yourself to an early grave." And there it is. I finally cum. Hard. The tube empty as well and my stomach is hard from every inch of me being filled. I'm in so much pain from being stuffed to the brim I don't want to move. You leave me groaning and burping, softly rubbing my overstretched gut. "Good hog, I'm proud of you. I'll clean you up."
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My belly hangs so much, my thighs are so flabby and soft. And I'm not even done growing. I'm such a fat pig. Please bully me and degrade me in my asks or DMs
Such a fatty
And this was four years ago. Believe it or not, I've gotten even fatter
Update for everyone
if you could give only one piece of for beginner feedees, what would it be?
I’m assuming you want one piece of advice! Here’s my response:
You have to be okay with being fat on your own.
I think some feedees get caught up in the fantasy of having a partner that is a feeder that will stay with them forever and never leave them. While that is the case for quite a few people, you still have to keep your relationships grounded in reality. People break up, people die, people move on and grow apart. A feeder is not bound to you just because they helped make you fat. A feedist relationship is still a relationship. That’s why, if you decide to enter a feedist relationship, you need to seriously consider what will happen if your relationship doesnt work out. Will you be okay with being significantly fatter without a partner in the picture? Will you be okay existing as a fat person without the validation of a partner reassuring you how attractive you are? Will your mental health remain stable?
Unfortunately, no matter how hot you think it is, there are real life social/health/political/familial/daily consequences to voluntarily becoming obese and/or gaining significant amounts of weight. You need to be prepared to face those consequences with or without someone at your side.
If you feel unprepared you either need to do some serious self reflection and research, or keep your feedist fantasies as strictly fantasy only.
One of those things that doesn't quite get said often enough. You should gain first and foremost for you. Gain alone and see how you like it, because at the end of the day it is your body and you have to live in it 24/7
Pig
I want to make you too fat to get off on your own, whining and begging for it.
Pathetically grinding your fatass on the couch to hump your own lard to seek some relief. Out of breath, gasping and giving up after 1 min.
And when your fatpad is big enough just waddling to the fridge to get more food would get you off feeling you fat massage your buried cock Cumming halfway between the couch and fridge, wheezing, snorting and grunting, needing some support from the nearest surface, trying to catch your breath. Barely a patch on your tight sweatpants because your cock is buried so deep between your fupa, belly and thighs rolls, your balls so crushed by it, that all you manage is only a pitiful dollop of cum. Still when you see me in the kitchen, you ask between two moan and snort, that I help you to the living room, that you’re too tired and need your couch, as if you just run a marathon.
Anyone wanna see more!? He’s still growing and learning. You decide what happens next 😈
I can’t stop thinking about it anymore.
I want it so fucking bad. I need a feeder who doesn’t give a shit about limits, who sees how pathetic and greedy I already am and just… keeps pushing.
I want to be trapped under hundreds and hundreds of pounds of my own soft, useless blubber. I want my belly to sag so heavy it pins me to the bed, rolls cascading over rolls, sweat pooling in every deep crease while I wheeze just from existing. I want stretch marks like lightning bolts splitting across my skin, red and angry at first, then turning silver as proof of how much I’ve surrendered.
I want to feel the tube shoved down my throat when my jaw gets too tired, thick calorie sludge pumping straight into me 24/7—shakes so dense they feel like cement, heavy cream, melted ice cream, oil slicking everything. I want my body to forget what hunger even feels like because I’m never empty. Ever. Just constantly bloated, aching, leaking, my heart hammering against layers of fat like it’s trying to escape before it gives out.
I want my legs to fuse into useless pillows of cellulite, my arms too swollen to lift, my chins multiplying until I can barely turn my head. I want to be so immobile that the only movement is the jiggle when someone slaps my gut or forces another funnel session. I want my feeder’s hands sinking wrist-deep into my sides while they whisper how much prettier I’ll be when I’m closer to the edge, when every breath is a struggle, when my body is finally giving up exactly like I begged it to.
I’m already ruined for anything else. Normal life? Gone. Thin? Laughable. I don’t want escape. I want to sink deeper. I want to be their perfect, disgusting, dying pig—swollen, sweaty, horny and helpless, cumming from the pressure alone while my arteries clog and my organs drown in lard.
Please.
Make me so fat I can’t come back.
Make me so fat I stop breathing under my own weight.
I’m begging for it. I’m dripping just typing this.
I’m not leaving this path. I’m already too far gone. 🐷💦🍰
Reblog if you don't mind fat humiliation asks!
I don’t mind, I love hearing how I’ve let myself go,etc.
Love this 🥵
New content available on my socials. A video which will show a lot more than usual, and I don’t just mean the weight gain!
And a snap of me and @lock-johnson , a great friend and an immense fatso! Inspirational.
Be dumb for me, piggy, and I mean dumb. Let me watch the thoughts disappear from your eyes as I push another cookie into your mouth. I want every ounce of independence you have to be replaced with obsession. Don't even think for a moment about how you look or who might see, just focus on me. Focus on the food. Give everything to me and watch how much easier, how much more fun life gets when you stop trying to think. You just get to spend the entire day eating and getting fawned over. Show me how bad you want to grow. Give in to me.
Goal af 🤤
ugh i just wanna stay fat, high, and horny all day. is that unrealistic?
i'll wake up, stuff my face and get high as absolute hell
and just graze on food and soda all day while i stare at pictures of growing girls doing the same.
i need to be a fat dumb cow. being on here is like a drug cause i just scroll and scroll getting so fucking turned on looking at all of these fatties🫠
i need to be an obese dumb high hog all day. don't you agree? why dont you tell me so?
i'll hit my bong and smoke my little iq points away while i clog my stomach with more greasy junk and load up my body with pure carbonated sugar water.
a perfect life🐷
Annnnnd NE got us again. We're really not too worried. Again you don't have to go to a traditional bariatric doctor if you're too big to go it alone. We have an exemplary track record of providing world-class immobility care. We will go to great lengths to get you where you need to be, even if it means knocking down a wall or two.
Unf peak makes are fat and balding imo 🥵🔥🐽
