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New gainer hypno audio added for you filthy pigs to eat to. 😵💫🎧🐽
Listen and make your own on Suno.
This is how all pigs should be fattened up.
Proper pigs should be fattened in public.
Just inhaling those meals. Big macs, fries, two double-quarter-pounders. You just can't get enough can you. You know how fat you're getting, don't you? You're loving every bit of it. Look at you, stuffing your face like that. It's like you're a disgusting hog. You have no control over your fat face. Eat pig!
Office Piggy
John was a bit of a pig, always shoveling fast food into his mouth, no matter the hour. His coworkers avoided him, noses wrinkling at the stench of grease and sweat that clung to him like a second skin. He tried to hide his love of food, but it was no use - his expanding waistline gave him away.
One day, as he was stuffing his face in the break room, the office's new CEO, Jake, caught sight of him. Jake had a reputation for being a feeder, a man who adored gaining his partners to enormous sizes.
Jake stalked over, his eyes roving over John's bloated form with a hungry gaze. "Looks like we have ourselves an office piggy," he rumbled, his voice deep and menacing.
John stammered an apology, but Jake cut him off. "Shh, I like what you've got going on. In fact, I think it's time we had a little talk about your eating habits."
Jake led John to his office, a spread of sweets and meats laid out before him. John's eyes widened, his stomach growling in anticipation. He devoured the feast, Jake watching with a cruel grin.
John nodded, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He was already imagining the new wardrobe he'd need.
When John was stuffed to the brim, Jake slid a folder across the desk. "I want you to maintain this girth, piggy. In fact, I expect you to get fatter. Eat constantly, stay in the office, and dress accordingly."
From that day on, John became the office's laughing stock, the fattest employee by far. Jake summoned him regularly for "consultations", stuffing him with fattening foods and breeding him whenever he pleased.
Warren Davis inspired - Fatburger
Behind the counter at McDonald's, Vance wiped down the sticky surface, his mind wandering to Bryce, the latest gainer to frequent the restaurant. Bryce, a massive 900-pound behemoth, was Vance's personal project, a gluttonous pig to mold and shape. His 9XL clothes were always a struggle, his shirt strained to contain his bulging gut.
Vance had taken Bryce under his wing, feeding him triple burgers, large fries, and endless milkshakes during his shifts. Bryce's belly grew with each meal, his rolls of fat jiggling with every step. Vance loved the sight of his customer struggling to move, his bulk making every action a laborious effort.
Tonight, Vance had a special surprise for Bryce. He scooped a towering pile of burgers, fries, and onion rings onto a tray, carrying it to Bryce's table with a grin. "Eat up, piggy," he purred, as Bryce's eyes widened at the feast. In mere minutes, Bryce had devoured half, his belly bulging precariously.
Vance slid into the booth, his hand reaching for Bryce's quivering gut. "Time for the main course," he murmured, guiding Bryce to the restaurant's kitchen. The greasy air enveloped them, making Bryce's already flushed skin glisten with sweat. Vance pulled Bryce into a sitting position, then reached for a towering stack of burgers and fries, shoveling them into Bryce's mouth.
"Chew, piggy, chew," Vance coaxed, Bryce's jaw working overtime to accommodate the onslaught. Vance's other hand roamed Bryce's belly, squeezing and kneading the blubbery mass, relishing the feel of it. Bryce's groans of pleasure only spurred Vance on, his cock hardening at the sight of the gainer's bloated midsection.
Once satisfied, Vance slid Bryce onto the floor, his massive frame struggling to fit between the cabinets. Bryce's pants were no match for his girth, the fabric splitting like a zipper under stress. Vance knelt beside him, his fingers tracing the creases and folds of Bryce's gut, savoring the warmth emanating from the living mountain of blubber.
With a wicked gleam, Vance positioned Bryce under the ice cream machine, the cold metal a stark contrast to Bryce's scorching skin. He fired it up, the smooth, creamy concoction pouring directly into Bryce's awaiting maw. Bryce's cheeks hollowed as he drank, the machine's contents filling him to the brim.
Vance worked Bryce's jaw, forcing the milkshakes down his throat, the weight of Bryce's belly pushing against his hand with each gulp. The machine whirred, Bryce's belly expanding, his 9XL shirt now a distant memory. Vance played with Bryce's nipples, pinching and tugging as Bryce's eyes rolled back in bliss.
Finally, the machine sputtered to a stop, Bryce's belly a churning, quivering mass of frozen treat. Vance pulled out a thick, juicy cock and plunged it into Bryce's stretched, drooling mouth. Bryce's throat bobbed as he sucked, the feeder's length disappearing into his gullet. Vance took his time, fucking Bryce's face, his hips thrusting in a primal rhythm.
As Bryce's eyes glazed over, Vance pulled out, his cock slick with saliva. He positioned himself behind Bryce, gripping the gainer's massive hips as he entered his ass with a grunt. Bryce's gut wobbled and jiggled with each thrust, the ice cream making the gainers hole slick and hot.
Vance pounded Bryce mercilessly, his balls slapping against the gainer's bloated belly. Bryce moaned, his face a mask of ecstasy, the ice cream machine's hum a chilling counterpart to his own ragged breathing. Vance's orgasm crashed over him, his seed flooding Bryce's bowels as he collapsed onto his prize. Bryce's belly heaved with Bryce's panting, the ice cream machine still running, its contents dripping onto the floor beneath Bryce's lap.
"Stay here," Vance commanded, as he pulled out and zipped up his pants. "You're never leaving this place, piggy. You're McDonald's newest fixture, and I'll keep you fat and happy, forever." Bryce's only response was a groggy nod, his belly a living, breathing thing, a swollen testament to Vance's dominance.
And so, Vance continued his twisted routine, preparing Bryce's meals, shoveling food into his maw, and fucking his guts until Bryce was immobile, a human milkshake machine. The ice cream machine's hum became a constant, a reminder of Bryce's new purpose - to be Vance's forever gainer, a bloated, cum-filled plaything. Vance's cock throbbed at the thought, already planning their next encounter.
As the sun set, Vance locked up, leaving Bryce slumped against the kitchen wall, a mountain of blubber and a never-ending appetite. The restaurant would never be the same, transformed into a shrine to Vance's insatiable hunger for gainer pigs. And Bryce, Vance's prized possession, would remain, a glorious monument to the feeder's depravity, forever trapped in a world of calories and desire. Vance's car drove away, leaving Bryce to await the next feeding, the next degradation, the next step in his descent into gluttony.
In the darkness, Bryce's belly rumbled, a promise of the endless gainer life to come. He was a McDonald's fixture now, a living, breathing burger, and he couldn't wait to be stuffed again. Vance was right - he'd never leave. This was his new home, and he was content in his role as a feeder's fat, happy pig. The ice cream machine hummed its final notes, a lullaby to Bryce's sloth-like form, as Vance disappeared into the night, already dreaming of the next time he'd mold Bryce into a chubbed mess beneath the golden arches. Bryce's belly rose and fell with each labored breath, a symphony of gainer life, as the restaurant faded to black, a monument to the insatiable hunger that united them.
This is my favorite ! I love the music ! Did you write the lyrics ?
https://www.tumblr.com/gaineraiart/785500723184074752/eat-yourself-to-you-fat-pig?source=share
Yes, I write the lyrics. 🐽🐽🐽
Sloppy Gainer Hypno
Let me know what you want to hear more of, fat pigs.
Eat yourself to 💀 you fat pig!!
Gainer Hypno audio to eat yourself fatter to. Oink and eat piggy.
Immobile Fuckable Trailer Park Pig
Inside the trailer, Jesse's immobility was absolute, his 800-pound bulk pressed against the worn couch, every breath a labored struggle. His XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXL pants had given up the ghost long ago, leaving his bloated, hairless gut exposed to the elements. The only movement came from his eyes, which followed every twitch of his feeder's muscles.
Fit and athletic, Brock had taken a liking to Jesse's bloated form, finding endless pleasure in the glutton's relentless growth. He'd often visit, bringing armfuls of junk food and soda, feeding Jesse until his belly bulged obscenely, the fabric of his XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXL shirt straining to contain the expanding mass.
Tonight, Brock had something special planned. He laid Jesse back, his massive frame jostling the couch, and straddled his hips, his bulge evident against Jesse's thru negligible belly fat. With a wicked grin, he slid a thick, gnarled cock into Jesse's mouth, reveling in the sloppy, desperate suckling.
"Take it all, piggy," Brock grunted, fingers digging into Jesse's fleshy cheeks as he face-fucked the immobile gainer. Jesse moaned around the invading meat, his throat bulging with each thrust. As Brock's climax built, he pulled free, leaving Jesse gasping and drooling.
Next, Brock moved lower, burying his face in Jesse's cavernous gut, inhaling the musky scent of excess. He licked and sucked the wrinkled skin, savoring the taste of Jesse's chub, his tongue delving into the folds of fat. Jesse shuddered, his belly quivering beneath Brock's ministrations.
Finally, Brock positioned himself at Jesse's quivering asshole, the feeder's dick a speck against Jesse's massive, pale expanse. With a grunt, Brock pushed forward, his thick shaft disappearing into Jesse's depths with a wet squelch. Jesse's gut wobbled and jiggled as Brock pumped his hips, the feeder's balls slapping against his bloated belly. The trailers walls shook with each brutal thrust, the sounds of Brock's pleasure and Jesse's grunts filling the air.
Brock claimed Jesse's ass with reckless abandon, relishing the tight, hot grip around his shaft. Jesse's fat had tamed the once-slippery hole, rendering it a snug tunnel for Brock's cock. The feeder's hands roamed Jesse's massive gut, squeezing and kneading the blubbery mass with gleeful abandon.
As Brock neared his peak, he reached for another can of soda, pouring the fizzy liquid onto Jesse's belly. The carbonated drink seeped into the folds of fat, making Jesse's skin dance and ripple. With a roar, Brock buried himself to the hilt, his cum flooding Jesse's bowels as the trailer's ceiling creaked under the force of his thrusts. Jesse's eyes rolled back in bliss, his belly a live, squirming thing beneath Brock's assault.
Panting, Brock collapsed atop Jesse, his sweaty, muscular back a stark contrast to the sea of blubber. "You're the perfect pig, Jesse," he purred, stroking Jesse's cheek with a calloused hand. "I'll keep you fat and happy, forever." Jesse's only response was a contented grunt, his belly heaving with Brock's restless breathing.
In this twisted dance of feeder and gainer, they found their nirvana - a world where excess reigned supreme, and the gluttony never ended. As Brock dressed and prepared to leave, Jesse's belly rumbled, a promise of the next feeding to come. He was a captive to his hunger, and Brock was his lord and master, molding him into the ultimate gainer. The trailer creaked and groaned, a monument to their depraved twisted love, as Jesse's belly continued to churn and gurgle, a living testament to their dark desires. The feeder's parting gift was a bag of donuts, which Jesse devoured in record time, the sugar sending his heart racing as he drifted off to sleep, his XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXL belly rising and falling with each labored breath.
In the darkness, Jesse dreamed of Brock's cock, of the endless stream of calories, of being a human storage unit, a fucktoy for the feeder to play with. He was a gainer, through and through, forever bound to a life of gluttony and submission. And he couldn't wait to see what new depths of fatness Brock would push him towards. For now, he'd lie there, a mountain of blubber, his belly a throbbing, needy organ, aching for the feeder's return. The trailer's walls seemed to whisper his name, a constant reminder of his purpose - to be fed, to be fattened, and to serve as Brock's compliant, chubbed plaything. Jesse's gut rumbled once more, a promise of the next feeding, the next degradation, the next step into his new, larger life. He was a gainer, in every sense of the word, and he wouldn't have it any other way. 😈🏠👊🏼💪🏼
Dark Gainer Hypno Encouragement/ Degradation
Have fun eating yourself fatter to this pigs!
Nothing like a helping hand to help a fat slob get bigger.
The Biggest Loser - Gainer Fiction
On the set of The Biggest Loser, something was amiss. The trainers had grown tired of the predictable cycle of weight loss and wanted to shake things up. Instead of helping their contestants shed pounds, they hatched a sinister plan to fatten each one up, manipulating them into a gainer lifestyle.
Michael, the season's heaviest contestant, was their guinea pig. Each day, they sabotaged his diet with high-calorie treats, sneaking donuts in his gym bag and pumping his water with weight gainer shakes and Boost VHC. They emphasized strength training, knowing the extra muscle would only add to his already considerable girth.
As the weeks passed, Michael ballooned, his success measured not in pounds lost, but in pounds gained. His 5XL shirt now fit like a snug crop top, his 50" pants a distant memory. His pudgy face grew rounder, his cheeks puffing out with each bite of the trainers' carefully curated cheat meals.
The weigh-ins became the highlight of the week, the trainers gleefully watching as Michael's numbers skyrocketed. They'd mock his expanded waistline, poking and prodding his rolls of fat, as Michael stood humiliated, tears pricking at his eyes. "Look at you, getting even fatter!" they sneered. "You're doing great, Michael - just keep eating you fat fucking pig!"
At home, Michael's self-image crumbled, replaced by a twisted desire for more food, more weight. He'd scour junk food aisles, devouring entire shelves in a single sitting. The trainers' influence seeped into every aspect of his life, until he craved the degradation as much as the calories. His once-rejoiced weekly progress photos now depicted a despairing man, his face obscured by his massive belly.
The show's finale approached, and Michael was a grotesque sight, his 12XL clothes a distant memory, his oversized boxers barely containing him. As the cameras rolled, the trainers gathered around, their faces split with sadistic grins. Michael's weight was announced, 1180lbs a staggering figure that left even the viewers in awe. The trainers clapped and cheered, Michael's tears mingling with the sweat that dripped from his straining skin.
"You did it, Michael," the head trainer cooed, patting his bloated belly. "You've officially become the Biggest Loser." The audience watched in stunned silence, a mix of horror and arousal at the spectacle.
In the aftermath, the trainers took Michael to a private room, their excitement palpable. "You know what comes next, right?" the trainer asked, his hand sliding down Michael's massive gut. "A lifetime of gainer living, of being fed and fattened until you can't move." Michael's only response was a whimper, his body already aching with the knowledge of his new destiny.
As the trainers escorted him away, Michael's bulk threatened to topple the hallway's lighting fixtures. He was a living, breathing monument to their depravity, a pawn in their twisted game. And he would gladly play his part, a fat, obedient piggy, forever hungry and forever fed. The Biggest Loser had become the Biggest Gainer, and no one was more thrilled than the show's sadistic trainers. 👀🏋️♂️😈
The bell tolled, signaling the start of the match, but Gage, the 800-pound behemoth, was already defeated - by his own insatiable appetite. In the center of the wrestling ring, a muscular wrestler, Titan, poured weight gainer shakes into Gage's gaping maw, the sheer volume of liquid spilling down his chin and chest.
Titan's strong hands gripped Gage's massive head, forcing the thick, creamy shakes into his mouth, one by one, until Gage's belly bulged obscenely. The crowd roared at the spectacle, a perfect display of dominance - the muscle god, in complete control, feeding the helpless gainer.
As Gage's belly expanded, his movements slowed, his limbs heavy, rendering him immobile. Titan chuckled, admiring his handiwork. "You're nothing but a human storage unit, Gage," he sneered, before climbing onto the mountain of blubber and flexing his muscles. "Maybe one day, you'll be so fat you can't even move for me." Gage's only response was a sloshed, satisfied grunt, accepting his fate as a bloated, muscle-bound plaything. The referee counted to three as Gage lay prone, his fatness eclipsing the mat, a temporary victory for Titan - but a permanent win for their twisted gainer lifestyle. 😂🏋️♂️👊🏼