Encourage The Pigs

[soft-stoned-deactivated20200619]

What happened?

You used to have at least a bit of self control. Sure you were a little chubby, but nobody would have called you fat. You could handle yourself around food before. Now? You look like you haven’t put down the fork in years. Maybe you haven’t.

Whatever self control you had before I met you went right out the window, apparently. You can’t even get a hold of yourself while you’re eating. What? You think I don’t hear your labored wheezing as you choke down slice after slice after slice of pizza? It’s a little hard to miss, fatty.

Your gut bulges out to your knees when you sit down, and you seem to be spending a lot of time sitting down as of late. Seemingly endless thick, heavy fat rolls cascade down your body, almost like they’re fighting for room on your overfed frame. Yet, despite how enormous you are and how difficult everything is for you now, you almost never stop eating.

And yes, fatass, I saw you eating snacks in the doctor’s office last month. I watched you try to “sneak” bites of candy bars while you thought nobody was looking, but i promise everyone in the waiting room was staring at you. I watched your eyes practically glaze over while the doctor lectured you about the usual: morbid obesity this, eating yourself to death that. Nothing you need to worry yourself with. The real icing on the cake was watching you waddle out of the office while unwrapping yet another candy bar, and without a second thought shoving bite after bite of it into your chocolate-stained mouth.

At this point, I don’t think you could stop even if you wanted to. There’s probably nothing left of that polite, well mannered girl you used to be underneath the quarter ton of pure lard you carry around on your massive body.

But I like it that way.

[hotsummerfatty-deactivated20200]

It's best to be fat

What else is better than being fat and enjoy this so much, that you want more and more each day? Looking forward to the evening, buying all the fattening food in tight clothes, your belly bulging over your jeans, jiggling in front of you, being in the way, when you grab some chips. Feeling your fat ass, when you sit on a tiny chair, heavy to lift when you stand up, waddling home to feed yourself.

Laying on the bed, surrended by your favorite food, your belly soft and wide, but with each bite getting rounder, soft turns to hard, stomach stretching but you cant stop eating. More and more food, while you massage your fat gut, a ball of lard. You feel warm, start to sweat, heavy breathing, getting wet because of another cookie, another chocolate.

Now you feel like the greedy piggy you truly are....only wanting to eat and to get bigger, wider, massive. Feeling your whole body jiggle and wiggle, all clothes way too tight, everybody can see your gluttony.

Slapping your fat, while shoving more food into your mouth, looking forward the day you reach your personal goal of weight and width. Eat more, I definitely will!

[adiproseprose]

Naive (pt. 3)

The ache of an overfed belly was something that Ava’s used to by now, something that was now mixed with gluttonous determination. Even though her meal had left her stuffed, she decided to have a few snacks before bed. Stomping towards her pantry, she pulled out a box of chocolate donuts and a bag of cheeto puffs. She also grabbed a six pack of Dr. Pepper. Falling heavily on the couch, she turned on the tv. A mind numbing game show to get sucked into so she could really lose herself to the snacks. Shoving donuts in her mouth two at a time, wearing nothing but  panties that cut into her waist and a sports bra that did nothing to support her melon breasts. By the time she finished the box her heart was throbbing, belly hard as a rock. The warning that she was still digesting came up a long burp, and with no desire to vomit and waste precious calories, she decided to call it a night. But too full to get to bed, Ava simply chugged a soda, pulling a blanket over her girth and sleeping on the couch. 

The next morning, Ava awoke reaching for another soda. She realized she hadn’t taken her blood pressure or insulin. Her entire body was stiff from sleeping on the sofa but luckily the kitchen was a few feet away and she always kept more medication in her cabinets. Unluckily Ava was Ava and had to actively fight against nature herself to stand. 

Rocking back and forth about eight or so times to build momentum, the baby hippo managed to stumble to her feet at the cost of upsetting her vertigo, slamming her sweaty palm into the coffee table to keep balance. Ava waddled forward, belly slapping against her waistband and wheezing like a banshee. Her feet were pale and fleshy, toes resembling stuffed sushi rolls more than anything as she huffed, pressing her forearms on the counter and opening her blood pressure meds with sausage fingers. 

Ava swallowed the pills, and grabbed her insulin from the fridge, injecting the needle into her meaty thigh. After recovering from her waddle and taking something for her headache, Ava began to consider her breakfast. She dragged herself back over to the couch and began with the forgotten bag of cheese puffs from last night, washing them down with another soda. At this point she had finished the pack and decided to run to Dunkin, where she nourished herself with an iced mocha, an entire box of jelly filled donuts, two croissant sausage sandwich and two cheese and sausage kolaches. 

By the time she got home,  a  large pepperoni pizza was on the way, so she decided to spend rest of the morning was dedicated to researching weight gain shakes, after going on several forums and websites obviously dedicated to people looking to gain muscle rather than fat, she decided on a simple concoction of chocolate ice cream, heavy cream and chocolate syrup. After blending them all together in a blender, Ava dumped them in a pitcher and drank at the kitchen table. Thick chocolate cream flowed down her throat and landed into her stomach, eyes closed in euphoria. She didn’t even stop to catch her breath until the pitcher was half was empty, and she let out a giant burp. She leaned forward and gasped deeply, burping, stomach not used to this much dairy. She held her swollen appendage, lud moans inturupted by burps, packed to the brim. Her chest ached, pounding with each heavy breath. Ava felt herself getting wet and grabbed her vibrator wand from behind the couch, hoisting up her dimpling belly under which she found her pussy, mentally berating herself as the stick worked against her clit. 

She climaxed as the doorbell rang for her pizza.

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The next six months were a blur, days not too different from that weekend. Waking up, medication, eating, shake, eating, shake, masturbate, eating, sleeping. This day was no different, laying in bed, shamelessly letting out a deep burp as she crammed another handful of potato chips into her mouth, spilling crumbs on her breasts. She grabbed another slice from the pizza she ordered and turned the tv volume up. Ava had been sending progress photos to Dan, and although she hadn’t set foot on the scale, she could tell she put on weight. Double chin more pronounced, a bulging permanent almost beer belly that no longer fit in jeans, now hanging over her waistline and reaching her knees, sticking out under most shirts. 

The day before Ava’s next meeting with Dan, needed to weigh herself. That morning she’d awoken wheezy and coughing, face jelly purple as her mass wobbled with each expulsion of air. She plodded towards the bathroom, puffing and panting as it seemed to be crawling further away. She found it difficult to maneuver her chubby feet so close together, almost losing balance. Ava leaned forward to see past her bust and belly and gasped excitedly. After almost six months of gorging, she was 448 pounds at 5’4. 

She looked in the mirror at the disgusting pig staring back at her. Her face, always round but once fresh and pretty, looked dimply and pale. Fleshy, bloated and puffy with tiny piggy eyes. Belly headed towards her knees, breasts saggy and sitting like deflated watermelons on a sad lumpy beach ball. Pepperoni nipples. Thick broad shoulders and fatty arms, and legs. Love handles (of course) and bookshelf ass. Ava stood there breathing laboriously.

She had never looked more sexy.

[happy-snaccidents]

Can you write something about teasing for weight gain and belly?

Oh. This had started awhile ago, my partner’s hand finding their way to my stomach, feeling the protruding fat in their sleep. It was relaxing in a way, feeling them rub my belly every night. I had been gaining a little bit of weight recently, making my stomach more noticeable, and just a little jiggly whenever I got into my pants in the morning.

They’d been getting tighter, and I was starting to get an overlap, but I was in denial as I went on about my day, eating a sizable breakfast and lunch before settling down to the couch with dinner, a medium sized cake we had bought at the store (as a treat!), and a big bowl of popcorn. Honestly, at this point in the day, I kinda wanted to change out of my tight pants into something more comfortable. I knew I was getting deep red lines in my lower stomach and love handles as I continued sitting and soon leaned into my partner’s touch. “Hey.” They said, wrapping their arms around me to grab my belly, giving it a little jiggle. “You’ve gotten pokey, haven’t you?” They asked as I frowned. “Wow. You have a real way with words.” I said as they shushed me. “Come on, you know it’s true. When did you start gaining a lot of weight and sitting your ass down on the couch all day? Was it… a week or two ago?” They asked, exploring my stomach as my shirt rode up naturally. “And look at this. It’s all going to your belly. No wonder you’re having trouble fitting into stuff with this in the way my marshmallow.”

They poked my stomach as I finally pulled away. “Okay, enough-”

“Aww, look at that. You did notice, didn’t you? The way your belly is restricting your movement? You’re going to start waddling and adjusting your belly on your lap pretty soon if you keep all this up.” They said as I blushed, letting out a small burp as my flush deepened. “It’s just a little weight.” I said as they scoffed. “A little? You do realize that looking at you makes me wonder if you can see your own feet standing up, right? You’ve gotten porky, and like a good little pig,”They said, grabbing my stomach again. “You’ve put on quite a belly. It’s ginormous… You don’t even need a belt anymore. Have you noticed that?”

It was true. I used to wear more belts to make sure my pants fit, but since I’d started… filling out, they hadn’t been so necessary. I hardly bothered with them now. “Have you even tried wearing a belt recently? And tightening it as tight as it used to go? I bet you couldn’t do it my little piggy.” They said, grabbing a piece of bread from our dinner and putting it in my mouth.

“Come on. I know you want to eat all day, so why don’t you let me help you?” They said, making sure I stayed still as they fed me my and their dinner. “I see your button is having some trouble… I wanna pop it tonight? Okay?” They asked as they fed me the popcorn and cake, telling me to stay put as they walked into the kitchen, grabbing an array of treats and- when did we get a bag of fast food? Crap. That was fatty and filling and I knew where it was going. Currently everything was going into my belly, and for it my pants were… straining, as my belly hardened from all the food going inside it. I sighed in relief when the button of my pants finally gave, letting my stomach have a little room as my partner poked my belly pretty hard. “Ow. Not so rough. I’m getting full.” I whined as they chuckled. “Wow. Look at this piggy. You’ve burst out of your clothes and you still know, you aren’t quite full. That you want a little more to fill your tummy so you can go out and waddle around town tomorrow.” They said, filling me up to capacity as they said, “I think this was your loosest pair of pants. Wasn’t it? My, how you’ve grown. Imagine all the looks your fatass is going to get now. You can’t hide how fat you are, and I’m pretty sure you’re going to be knocking stuff over with this new belly of yours. Imagine how fat you’ll be in a week, or a month from now. Because you can’t control yourself.”

Which… was true. I was a little piggy, and it felt amazing being stuffed this full as they continued, “I can’t wait until all this softens up. You’ll never lose it then. You’ll just be a jiggy, fat, pig who’s too big for their britches. I dare you to fit into these pants tomorrow, and I dare you not to waddle when you walk in them.”

[botanical-feedress]

I wanna be your bad influence. The devil on your shoulder that says one more slice of cake wouldn’t hurt. Or two. Or three.

“Go ahead and eat the whole pizza. It’s the weekend, you can let loose a little.”

“I accidentally made too many cookies. You should take them and eat them all. I can’t have them going to waste.”

“Oh you’re full? But I made dessert for you too! Cmon, there’s always room for dessert, right?”

“Oh you already ate? But I really wanna treat you today. Come on, I’m taking you to your favorite restaurant.”

“It’s so hot outside today, you shouldn’t feel bad about eating the whole tub of ice cream. In fact, let me go get you another one.”

“It’s been so cold lately. Here, have another helping of my loaded potato soup. I know it’s really filling, but I’ve gotta keep you warm somehow, you know.”

“So what if you’ve put on a few pounds? It’ll keep you warm in the winter. Here, have another slice of pie. I baked it fresh for you.”

“It’s totally okay to go back for fifths. If you’re hungry, you should eat. And I know you’re always hungry.”

“You deserve to eat the whole cake. It’s your birthday after all isn’t it? This is a perfect way to celebrate.”

“Well we can’t watch a movie without having snacks, can we? You stay here, I’ll be right back with all your favorites.”

“You’ve been working so hard lately. You just sit back, I’ll make you some food and feed it to you.”

“You’ve been tired lately? Well let me get you something to eat. It’ll help you keep your energy up.”

“You’ve already had fast food today? Well you should never ignore your cravings. If you want more then you deserve to get more.”

And you could never say no to me…. Could you?

[chubshibaboy-deactivated2018032]

i love when ive eaten so much that all i can focus on, all my feelings are centred around my belly. im sleepy cause my belly’s weighing me down and i just want to nap off this food so i can eat more sooner, im feeling relaxed and grounded cause of how heavy i am, i cant keep my hands off my tummy and all i want is to eat and eat until im as big as possible and i all i can do is sleep and dream of what to eat next 

[middo88]

Yup. That’s the life. Eat, grow, eat, grow, cum, sleep.

[tanuki-voice-deactivated2025060]

It'd been a year since you'd started gaining, and you'd never looked back. You loved it. The way your body ballooned, and your stomach expanded was hypnotizing. It made you want to grow bigger and bigger, until your partner had to help you with nearly everything.

The one downside was days like today, where, after a particularly large stuffing at your own hands, your enlarged stomach was full for once in a blue moon. Laying on your side, you gently rubbed it, trying to ease the pain, and rub out a burp or two. It was a slow process. Luckily, you had help.

Your partner peeked through the doorway to your shared bedroom, taking a minute to observe your majesty, before joining you on the soft, plush mattress, and beckoning you to roll over so they could get a better reach.

"Let me." They said simply, moving your tired, chubby hands away from your midsection. They guided their own skillfully along your stomach, rubbing and squeezing all the right places, the tender bits, the pressure points. You let out a belch, and they punctuated it with a "Good job," and a kiss on the cheek.

Perhaps it wasn't even a downside at all. It was so heavenly to be rubbed like this, and your partner was so kind to do it. They'd been so accepting of what you'd been doing, even encouraging and helping you gain. In the beginning, when you were smaller, they'd spooned behind you, rubbing your tummy as you dozed off, and whispered warm assurances in your ear. They'd tell you how proud of you they were, how wonderful it was to see you grow.

One night, as your stomach became too big to wrap their hands around, you became sad, and thought it was over. They instantly shifted around, your partner instead cuddling with you face to face, belly to belly. You could see them in the dimly lit room, looking over you with a great sense of pride and approval. It was so warm and comfy to snuggle up to them like this, their hands gently rubbing your sides.

That night, they leaned up, over your belly, to whisper in your ear how much they loved you, and how much they wanted to see you grow more. "Such a beautiful body can't go to waste," They said. "We should see just how big you can get." Deep inside, you wanted it too. That had been a few weeks ago. You hadn't stopped. In fact, you'd been eating even more.

Your partner softened your stomach with each rub, coaxing out belches and settling gas bubbles. You focused on the feeling of their hands. It was so good. You let out a soft moan to commemorate their hard work. They giggled, and showered you with praise.

"Good baby." They cooed. "Tomorrow's a weekend, maybe we'll order out, really stuff you, and make this a regular thing." You couldn't wait. There were no downsides anymore to living like this. As long as you had them, and could go on worshipping your body gluttonously, your life would be perfect. You would always be getting bigger, always be getting rubs, always be getting praised. You couldn't wait to do this forever.

[deactivatedknack2baby-deactivat]

My ultimate fantasy (or one of them)

All I want is a lazy piggy to call my own. Have him just loaf around eating and sleeping. Nothing much else. He’d just grow fatter every passing moment for me and him to enjoy. I’d sink into him more and play with his rolls. I’d tease him and fat shame him, of course all lovingly. His thick plush hands going up and down my much smaller body as he knows how much I crave him. His face would be round and plush. Pouty fat lips with chubby rosy cheeks. All the while he’d be a messy pig. His face would not only be covered in a thick layer of fat, but also all of the crumbs and sauces from every fattening meal I make for him. His belly would be my bed. Period. His moons would be my lovely pillows for me to lay my head on. They’d all be so huge and soft and I’d melt inside of him and just always be turned on. I don’t want him walking anymore. Just stay put, pig. I can do everything for you. I promise to take good care of you. I want it to take hours to have me kiss every bit of you. Every stretch mark deserves love. Every dimple, every roll. Everything need attention. But aside from a dependent pig, I want him to be a whiny demanding pig. He would manipulate me to bring him food because he knows how much I want to feed him. He’d be massive but would tell me how he’s starving and wasting away every second he doesn’t have food in reach. I need a greedy pig. One who just can’t be satisfied. He always needs more, if not then just too much. I want him to always push. I want to hear moans and groans of slight pain as he shoves another morsel down his throat knowing he can’t take it. Maybe to impress me; maybe to satisfy his own needs. Regardless, I’d love it. Just always grow fatter my forever skinny pig.

[bellyapron]

wow now that is my ultimate dream too

[thatstonerffa]

This!! But I’m greedy and need two or more fat boys to spoil😈

[altafpatel]

How to spot signs and symptoms of Breast Cancer 

[claireslash]

Reblog to literally save a life

[official-boob-posts]

official boob post

[player-23-ready-deactivated2025]

Why hold back~?

You have such a desire... an urge, even, to grow softer, doughier, and rounder... so why hold back~? Perhaps I can provide the nudge you need to really give in~

There's not a doubt in my mind that you can and will grow bigger... after all, with the appetite you have? It's inevitable, darling~ just thinking about how swollen you could get from eating, how packed tight you can make yourself gets you going~ it's an irresistible want, isn't it~? Don't hold back now, love, just give in~

Because you know you want it... and why bar yourself from something you desire~? You deserve to grow larger, fatter, softer~ you crave the feeling you get from stuffing yourself, just knowing that after you do so, you'll feel your gut leaning farther into your lap, or your thighs being pushed apart from your enormous gut, or your moobs/tits jiggling with every movement you make~

So go on, go get something to eat and drink~! Be merry with yourself, be merry in front of others, darling~ enjoy yourself and let yourself feel the pleasure of growth~

It's a necessity for you, after all, to grow larger~ you need to feel your or someone else's hands push into your doughy belly and body~ so why not keep going~? Push yourself past your limits, love, you know oh how good it'll feel~

Keep growing softer, my sweet darling~ 💕

[feedyoutillpigsfly]

I want you to be stuck under the weight of my decisions. Your only purpose is to chew and swallow. To ask for more. To graze even while I'm not watching. To buy bigger clothes with room to grow. To run out of stamina halfway through rolling over. That's when it gets scary, and yet thats what we crave. To gasp for air, and yet savour the flavours in the ever available milkshakes. To struggle to sit up, and yet continue to munch on the latest bag of processed carbs and fat. To need to switch arms every few bites as the arms and wrists are heavy with years of added rolls. To finally give up with tired arms hurting too much to go on, and breath shaky from the exertion. To find your lips sucking on the endless supply of shake despite feeling the building pressure in the belly turning into pain. To daydream about the results of being such an obedient and gluttonous piggy. And knowing how proud I am of your gluttonous growing belly.

[spellwell9]

I think all of you are capable of picking up some donuts today 🍩🍩🍩

“Donut binge” by yours truly 🥰 I had fun making this one and my own OC

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[feedyouintotheabyss]

In Bed

How long has she been laid here? Weeks? Months? Things didn’t seem to feel real anymore. Days and nights blurred into one, time just a number on her bedside clock. Her bed. Her home now, since she’d become too fat to leave it.

She hadn’t meant for it to go this far, but every time they had sex, every time he brought her food, the things he would whisper in her ear would drive her over the edge. The thought of becoming so massively fat turned her on like nothing else, and he knew just how to press her buttons. Of course, that meant she ate and ate, losing control as gluttonous ecstasy overwhelmed her. She couldn’t help it.

Now, 700 lbs later, she found herself here. Too fat to move, unable to go back. Although she was vaguely aware she was eating, her hunger shifted into overdrive as he wheeled in another dinner cart.

“Lunchtime!”

[feedyouintotheabyss]

Food.

All she could think of was food. Even though it was clear to her what it was doing to her body, she couldn’t help herself. More food. It’s all she wanted. Even though she had become too fat to stand without help. More food. Even though she couldn’t walk across the room without getting out of breath. More food. Even though she could barely get one fat laden thigh past the other. More food. More. More. More.

[feedyouintotheabyss]

Symbiosis

All he could think about was spending every day filling her with food and making her get fatter. Watching her lose herself in food, how she’d become overcome by gluttony and greed, unable to stop herself eating everything he put in front of her. She’d piled on so much weight since they’d been together, and neither of them seemed to want to stop. He knew that she could never be too fat for him, so he kept bringing her as much food as she could take, as she laid in bed, watching TV, gorging, growing fatter, lazier, and more out of shape as each day passed. Soon she’d be too fat to leave the bed, but he knew that wouldn’t stop either of them from carrying on down the path they’d chosen…

[peneloperouge]

You would think after your belly began to sag and stretch out your biggest pair of pants...

And after your shirt could no longer be pulled over top of your bulging gut...

Or when your chins began to jiggle when you chew..

That you could put down the fork and spoon.

But you fucking can't.

You will never be able to separate yourself from the bonds of indulgence. It will pull you down deeper into a cascade of gluttony and consequences from having no willpower.

Just how I fucking want you. Stuck. Pinned. Bound by bad decisions. 

Yet aroused by the thought of death creeping into your life prematurely.

Simply because you couldn't say no to another bite of pure bliss.

[peneloperouge]

My only purpose is to ruin your pathetic little life.

To extinguish what little glimmer of hope you had left.

To taunt you. Belittle you. Remind you that your life is meaningless and the only solace you will find is hidden away in mindless hedonism.

The only movement I will deem necessary for you will be basic necessities and opening your mouth to feed.

Feed and grow.

Your only desire will transform from being a model citizen to obeying my commands and sucking down calories.

My sense of greed is fueled by watching your life crumble.

Just for me.

Now open your fucking mouth