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@filthychonk
The last walk
Today is the day. I’m moving to my feeder’s place. He’s been fattening me up for years and providing for me when they fired me. He said gaining would be my only job. He’d come to my place every day after work and wouldn’t leave until i finished all the fast food and the treats he brought me.
I know he likes to fuck with fit guys from his gym. I don’t blame him, at least they don’t have their dicks covered in lard like me. That’s why i was surprised when he told me to move in with him. He must have realized i could barely take care of myself. I haven’t been able to weigh myself since I passed the big 550, since then everything has become a struggle for me. My huge hanging belly, and my gargantuan thighs make everything so hard. I’ve been moving less and less and that just made me weaker and more out of shape, if that was even possible.
When Tony arrived at my place this morning he had a big grin in his face like never before. He rubbed and played with my fat and called me “my prized hog”. I could see the lust in his face.
He helped me dress, and it felt weird to wear clothes again, I decided months ago that the effort to put on them was just too much. I looked like a stuffed sausage, the shirt can’t even cover my overhang now. I could tell Tony had a hard on through his skin tight pants. God, I can’t wait to wake up to his fit body ervery morning.
I think we are almost there. He’s helping me get out of the car. We are lucky we didn’t wait to do this, 50 more pounds and I’m not sure i could fit in there anymore.
The door is right there but I’m already getting out of breath. I tell him he has a cute house. “Thank you pig. You probably won’t see this part of it again, though”.
What did he mean with that? He’s opened a door that goes downstairs and tells me to do one last effort. I’m a little scared but what else can I do? I can’t live by myself anymore. Tony is the only true friend I have now.
I am sweating like never before. I can see the end of the stairs, now. “Welcome home, piggy”
I am sitting in a bed while i catch my breath, and i start to look around. The basement is quite simple. The bed I’m sitting in, a pretty big tv right in front of me, a fridge, a sink and… Is that a funnel mask?
“Let me take this sweaty clothes off. Did you like wearing them? They won’t be necessary anymore. You’ve been a very good pig until now and it’s time we get serious. You will have everything you need here. You’ll lay in bed, you will eat, you will grow. I’m gonna take good care of you. I think I can grow you at least 200 pounds more before… Well, you know how this ends, don’t you? Or were you too busy stuffing your greedy pork face to think what you were doing to your body? No need to worry anymore. Don’t cry, I know you got a boner down there somewhere. Let’s take care of it while i can still find it. Oh, there it is. Good, piggy…”
Ready to meet the Tony in my life. This prized hog is prepared for the next step.
“We only have an hour before dinner so you can have a snack while we wait.” The muscular feeder stared at his fatboy. He could barely fit and had to use two chairs as not to break one. 750 lbs. A lovely sight. Every pound of this fatty lard heap was his. He wanted him bigger of course. The fatty had wanted to stop but he was the one in charge now. This would be one of the last times the pig would leave the house, and soon the bed would be his home. He watched as his pig sweated as he stared at the food. While the pig claimed he wanted to stop growing, his eyes said something else. So did his little cock that was buried somewhere in an abyss of pure fat. This was his third pig in nine years. They usually only lasted about three years with him. The current one had been with him for three years now. Once they got stuck inside, they blew up quickly. Then the feeder’s dark side would come into the play. He longed for the pleasure of exploring and owning a 1000 lbs glutton again. Soon he would. He looked at his pathetic victim. Only 24 years and his future would only consist of food and fat. Maybe sex if he did as he was told. The man tried to hide his grin as his cold eyes met the eyes of the ravenous fatty. “Eat up, piggy, if you hurry we’ll have time for some ice cream before dinner.” He handed the fat slob the trays, sat back and enjoyed the show as food, grease and sweat covered the glutton’s face.
Does this position make look fat?
When you weight in and ur a single digit away from being 400lbs…
You guys should really help me hit 400 asap teasing in asks and food are very welcome 😁
Dehumanized.
Locked away, bound, hidden from the rest of the world. Body restrained first by rope or chain, then something new. Fed, fattened, forcefully overfilled at every opportunity. A timer, a pump, a hose pushed down your throat, bypassing any attempt you make to stop. Every few hours, filled, like an industrial process, ensuring your stomach is at its limits. Continuing until you are gone - swallowed, smothered, suffocated, by enough lard that whoever you were is a minor detail to the mountain of malleable wobbling flesh you’ve become. Your basic autonomy is denied, left to be handled by your keeper. Any attempt to struggle, meaningless, silenced, by your own willingness to listen and follow your feeder to this place. Isolated, the only things visible being the feeding tube hanging from a mount above, a mirror failing to display just how obscenely overfed you’ve become, and a taunting chart showing a line spiking upward and various photos of what you can only assume are you at different stages of this process. When the feed pumping motor whirs off, the lights soon follow. Only turning on again when your body has created enough space to be filled again. You exist to eat. You are nothing without it, have nothing, can do nothing. Just lay there, fattening further and further, shocked at the start of every new day that you’ve somehow survived another night. Gasping, wheezing, struggling, eyes weeping at the realization that you can no longer see an end to the size of your own body, the folds of fat stretching too far beyond what limited head movement you are allowed. Until one day, the lights don’t turn on again.
Been working out 💪🏼
Meet Jorge, the patient of S01x01 of My 600 lbs life Mexico, wheighing a whopping 730 pounds at the beggining of the episode. He's also gay, and his BF is a feeder.
Blessed Friday yall, this is what happens when you reblog too many fat spells🫸😩🤚
I am a humble soldier in the war against skinny, those who support a fat soldier’s cause are the true heroes.
Happy fat boy Friday everyone :3 might need to get these doors resized they seem to have shrunk…
500 to 550, do I look bigger?
Gotta make em grow somehow 😈
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Also this i took earlier and i had to share cause like bruh
May have grown a bit since 2022...what do you think?🤭
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