Features humiliation & secret fattening
"Huh", you think. Those pants didn't seem that tight yesterday... This was the third time in half a year you would need to go out and get new clothes. Somehow you couldn't stop outgrowing them. Ever since you met your boyfriend you had seemed to pack on the weight alarming quickly. At first you thought it was just new relationship honeymoon weight. You know, eating a bit more and a bit more unhealthy because you were in a good place. But then when you grew two whole dress sizes you became concerned. It wouldn't do, not if you wanted to keep your amazing new boyfriend. So you decided to slim down, eat less. Except it didn't work. You kept growing. You decided to enlist the help of your boyfriend to help you lose the weight. That didn't work either, even his weight loss shakes had no effect. You were hopeful that your new weight was mostly unnoticeable, after all you were kind of chubby to start with, and your new curves were spread between your tummy and arse, which could mostly be hidden with the right clothes. So you hid your growth as much as you could, and you started to think that it was all in your head, that you hadn't actually grown that much, and that you weren't all that fat.
Except, that's when the teasing started. Your boyfriend had totally noticed. He would 'make comments about your gain, saying things like "Looking like your getting a bit thick there babe," as he put his hand on your bum, or "Are you sure you need to eat all that hun?" You were mortified. If he was saying these things out loud then what were other people thinking?? And you had been out in public like this! Thankfully your boyfriend was never truly mean about it, more playful and light-hearted. Although you felt embarrassed to be seen and have comments made about how you were getting bigger and fatter, you strangely felt yourself biting your lip at the same time...
In fact, the bigger you got the more fun your boyfriend seemed to have with you in bed. Squishing and rubbing your softer, doughier tummy as you fucked. Digging his hands into your fatter arse and wider hips as he took you from behind. You wobbled each time you were pounded, reminded of your ballooning soft flesh with every thrust, embarrassed and excited to feel your belly oscillate back and forth, embarrassingly close to the bed as your boyfriend's dick slammed between your plump pussy fat. You were so thankful that he liked you this way, you wern't sure that many other people would've.
And now you were moving up a size again. Your cheeks reddened, blushing. Maybe... maybe you actually liked it? Not that you would ever tell him... if he knew that you were losing the motivation to change he might leave you, and how could you ever find someone else that wanted you like this? So you kept quiet about it, wondering how things would progress from here...
Urgh. When did you become so fat! The months had gone by and you had continued to grow inch by squishy inch. By now you were too fat and too lazy to really want to change anyway. You were so ashamed of how big and ugly you had become you found it hard to leave the house, to be seen in public. But your boyfriend seemed to find you more attractive than ever! You loved how turned on he became when he played with your fat and still secretly loved how much he teased you for it. He had given up on helping you lose weight, and constantly reminded you of how big and how unattractive you were getting to everyone but him. Just last night you were supposed to meet some friends out at a restaurant for dinner, but when you came downstairs he took one look at you and said, "Oh my goodness hun, look at you. You can't go out to dinner looking like that, you're bursting out of your dress, what will people think." Much to your pleasure, he had gotten more mean with his teasing as your size increased. "Lucky I think you're beautiful no matter how fat and gross you look to everyone else. Here, sit down and I'll make you some pasta instead, that'll cheer you up. And you won't have to worry about everyone staring at the amount of food you gobble down." You flushed with embarrassment. And arousal... hoping it didn't show. Every time you got told how much of a fat blob you were, you thought of how sexy you and your boyfriend both found your obese body and you got so turned on, making you want to stuff your face even more.
Thinking back to that conversation, you wondered, did people really notice how much you ate? Sure, now that you were a bit bigger your appetite had increased, but it wasn't that much was it? You supposed you hadn't really taken notice that the amount of food your boyfriend brought you had slowly increased to match your appetite, to make sure you didn't ever go hungry. But it was now at the point where you were eating at least twice as much as you used to. It seemed like your appetite was always increasing these days, you were always hungry. And your self-control just wasn't up to it - you couldn't stop yourself eating. So you waddled, arse wobbling, over to the cupboard to raid it. Again. There in the back, past the chia seeds and other health foods, you saw it. The powder your boyfriend used to use to make your weight loss shakes with. Weight gain powder. Holy fuck. His shakes. He was making you fatter. Feeding you up. On purpose. You should have been angry, but instead you felt yourself flush, and actually become slick with excitement. He wanted you fat. Not just fat, but fatter than you were now, and that must mean he wanted you pretty damn obese.
The next day you confronted him. "I found the weight gain powder baby. I thought you were trying to help me lose weight!"
"I was at first..." he admitted, "But then I saw how much sexier and happier you were with a bit of chub on you"
"Yep. Tell me with a straight face that you don't love it..."
You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. You couldn't say it. It was so true.
"I thought so," he said, "So here we are. You are a massively obese fatty, and we both like it that way."
"What if I don't let you fatten me up anymore? What if I diet and lose weight?""
"Don't be ridiculous babe, look how fucking fat you are. You couldn't possibly lose all that. And besides, I've brought out your true nature as a gluttonous pig, you can't change that now, your appetite is completely ruined, your self-control is wrecked."
You knew it was true. There was no turning back. You were so ashamed and turned on that you felt like ripping off your clothes and exposing your disgustingly fat body for him to fuck right then and there.
"So now you're mine," he stated, matter-of-factly. "And I want you fatter. No more pretending. You'll do what I say. Eat what I say. Got it?"
You knew that there would be no one else that would love you with a body like this. No one else that would indulge and support your gluttony like he did. You were trapped, you needed to keep your boyfriend. Well, if he wanted you fat, then damn it you would be fat for him. It made you so excited to think of how much he could make you eat, what size you would be grown to, and what else he might make you do to keep him.
It seemed like he had already thought of your first task. "Take your clothes off pig and wait on your hands and knees for me."
You went weak, but did as you were told. He had never called you a pig before. You loved it, it was perfect. His pig. Yes. You felt so humiliated presenting yourself like this, naked fat bulging and hanging off your body as you waited in the lounge room. So humiliated you actually felt yourself dripping with arousal.
After what seemed like an eternity your boyfriend returned with a huge chocolate mud cake and lovingly placed it on the floor down in front of you. Instantly, your mouth became as moist as your pussy. "Now baby, you're going to eat this all up like the greedy piggy you are, got it? Snort once if you want this."
You needed this. You needed him. And you were actually tremendously hungry, like always. So you snorted. You were sooo embarrassed. Now he had you snorting like an actual pig.
"Good piggy," he said, slapping you on your wide, cushioned arse. "Eat up."
So you leant forwards on hands and knees, and opened your mouth as wide as you could, taking that first sweet bite of fattening cake. As you ate he gave you encouragement.
"That's it my beautiful piggy"
With chocolate mud cake smeared all over your fat face you knew you must look exactly like the pig you were being called.
"Mmm eat up baby, grow for me"
As you ate he came around to your other end, and began to fuck you. While you were pounded, he started to tease you, making you moan around mouthfuls of cake.
"I'm going to make you so fucking deliciously fat and gross, no one else is even going to want to look at you."
Never had you been so turned on. Between the teasing, the eating, the fucking, fullness in your belly, the shame of what you were being made to do... you came. You came with a cock in your pussy and a mouth full of cake from the floor. Even as you came you ate, wanting to finish what was put in front of you.
"That's it... finish that cake like the greedy fat pig you are. Blow up even fatter for me baby, you're never going to be too big for me... I'll take care of you piggy, just eat and fuck me and eat some more, that's all you're good for."
And when you licked the last big crumb off the tray, he exploded in your pussy.
You knew now that this was your life. All you were good for. Your body became totally ruined, disgusting beyond belief for anyone but your boyfriend. To even think of being seen by anyone else was humiliating and arousing. Which is why you were made to post pictures and videos on the internet for everyone to see. Made to charge people to get off to how gross you were. You were eating as much as a family of four now, the food needed to keep you growing had to be paid for somehow.
And keep you growing he did. Your weight was totally in his hands now, as it had been really from when you first met. And he pushed you to get bigger, hard. You were never left without food within arms reach, and when he was home with you, you really felt it. Your stomach was stretched to its limits, constantly.
When you did especially well and pushed yourself extra hard to pile on the fat you were rewarded. Your distended aching belly would be lifted up to expose your massive fupa and a vibe placed over it before letting it flop back down, holding the vibe in place to send vibrations through your fat to your clit until you came over and over again, fat rippling as you shook in orgasm. This really brought the money in, spent straight away on even more food for your obese body.
Your pussy became almost useless for pleasing your boyfriend. Even he didn't have the strength to hold your hefty gut up for long enough to eat you out or fuck you. And being on your hands and knees for any length of time became too taxing on your overburdened frame. So he took to fucking your fat. By now you had so many rolls and crevasses he could really fuck you anywhere. It turned you on so much to see your gross sacks of fat used this way, you were constantly horny, so you ate as much as you could, hoping to please him enough to earn another orgasm.You had become his personal slut pig, his plaything to tease and fatten up and use as he wanted. And you loved it.
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