In two weeks it'll be the longest day of the year

i barely use this blog any more, its just full of pretty things

[conspectusargosy]

These are similar to a flower I posted before, but the leaves are a different size. Nonetheless, they look pretty neat in UVIVF lighting.

[fohk]

[bob-belcher]

[sassycybr]

[miss-pig-deactivated20150830]

How do you feel about getting to fat to masturbate? You'd be stuck all sorts of horny, and unable to do anything about it because you're too fat to reach, which I'm sure wouldn't help matters any...

Yes yes, I want that. I’d be forced to, at best, rock against and hump the underside of my belly. It’d be the only small amount of relief my aching, dripping pussy would get. I’d be so turned on by the fact that I was too massive to fuck myself I could probably just cum at the thought. 

[feedyouintotheabyss]

The Walk

She knew he’d be home in an hour, but the feeling of desperation was becoming too much to bear. He’d left her on the couch this morning with what he thought was enough food feed twelve people for the day, surely enough for his “little” princess. But these days she wasn’t so little, and after all this time he should have known it wasn’t quite enough. She knew he’d make up for it when he returned, but until then, the gnawing hunger, the need to keep eating, was making her have to consider something serious. Leaving the couch to venture into the kitchen…

She’d already made her way through mountains of waffles, Danish pastries, pancakes and fried bacon, blurring into several large pizzas, cake bars, chips, chocolates and milk, then a box of 24 donuts, a cheesecake and a huge chocolate fudge cake. As she forced the last piece of cake into her mouth, she automatically reached out for more, but there was no more. She sat for five minutes, breathing heavily after the day’s consumption…but the craving for food would not go away. She had to have more.

She struggled to move herself into an upright position, as she did so crumbs and chunks of food cascaded off her large, heavy chest. Her vast stomach say proudly between her big, doughy thighs, sagging off the couch and making its way toward the floor (not quite touching it…but surely another few months of being fed by her man would take care of that). Standing on her own had become incredibly difficult after she’d passed 700 lbs, but she was desperate to get to the fridge. She needed to keep eating. She couldn’t wait an hour for him to get back. She needed it now.

She was already gasping for breath just from the effort of sitting up, now she began to rock her body back and forth to try and get enough momentum to stand. Rolls of flesh wobbled and slapped together as she did so, her face becoming ever more flushed with exertion. With one final push she managed to stand, the agony of all her weight being supported by her weak legs only surpassed by her need to eat. It would be worth it, she thought.

She steadied herself by placing a hand on the wall, still struggling to recover fronts the effort. The realisation that it had become almost impossible to do something so simple as stand up only made her hungrier, and hornier. God she wished he’d get back soon.

Feeling recovered, she then began the arduous task of walking ten feet to the kitchen. Moving one fat laden leg past the other was so hard, she managed to shuffle slowly forwards, her heart pounding with effort. She felt like she was running a marathon, but she was moving like a snail. She edged closer to the fridge door, her mind starting to race at the thought of reaching it, of opening it, of emptying its contents into her desperate stomach. Closer, closer, her body swaying and shaking with every small step.

She stopped half way, fighting to breathe, feeling like her heart would pop out of her chest. If only she wasn’t so out of shape. But what else would you expect after years of non stop gorging? She’d no one to blame but herself…and him. He always knew how to press her buttons, make her eat more than she thought possible. This was the result. A shuffling mountain of flesh barely able to walk ten feet.

Onwards, she reached out for the fridge as she became close enough to just touch it. She slumped towards it, the fridge groaning slightly as she put her whole weight on it. She swung the door open breathlessly and grabbed the first thing she saw. Mayonnaise. She squeezed the fatty condiment straight into her mouth, slurping and swallowing desperately. More. More. A whole fried chicken. Chocolate eclairs. Cans of whipped cream. More. She needed more. She opened the freezer to find tubs of chocolate ice cream, and sitting on the floor she began to scoop the ice cream into her mouth with her hands. She was lost in gluttony. The exertion of the walk had sent her over the edge. She could only think about food. Eating. More. She wanted to be fatter. The fattest. More. More. More.

Only the sound of the front door unlocking broke her out of her stupor…

[alcoholicslut-deactivated202005]

And quite frankly, I don’t give a fuck.

[niceandplump]

girl on girl - part one

I notice your dimples. they sink further into the grin on your face as it broadens the closer I am to insert a donut into your mouth. your jowl ascends below your eyes and emphasize how fat it has become. it intensifies my excitement. I await your nod to continue and I examine your facial expression as you slowly accept the first bite. your complexion brightens with instant enjoyment and satisfaction. I made sure you did not have any dessert recently so you could finally revisit the glazed texture that you tell me you love. you chew and I subtlety stroke the side of your chin to encourage you to take it in. “more?” I asked. I was confident you would say yes. I’m glad you did.

[feedyouintotheabyss]

Beached

I want to return home from work and find her in exactly the same place as when I left in the morning. Filling the couch with her vast rolls of blubber, mindlessly shovelling food into her mouth in front of the TV

The floor strewn with empty cartons of ice cream, sweet wrappers & dirty plates, her face slightly smeared with food, stains on her strained & bulging top, her panties not even visible as they’re overwhelmed by her huge belly apron that is forcing her thick thighs apart.

She barely acknowledges my return, only glancing up briefly to say “Did…*huff*…you..*burp*…bring…m..more food? I’m..*gasp*…hungry…”

[submissive-pig]

Slob

Piggy, have you even moved from the couch once this week? Your clothes are stained with grease, you have sauce all over your face and hands, and *sniff* you smell like you haven’t showered once. You’re turning into a complete slob. And you’re getting so fat, just look! *tugs your shirt downward* your shirt won’t even go down below your belly button. You just bought that three weeks ago and you’ve already massively outgrown it. Look at how wide your thighs and butt are spreading when you sit, they’re enormous! You’re getting so fat!

…are you squirming? You’re enjoying this, aren’t you piggy? You love being a fat, lazy slob? Well if that’s what you really want, that’s what you’re getting. *puts three overflowing bags of fast food on the coffee table in front of you* No, don’t lean forward to grab it, fat lazy piggies don’t like moving. From now on, you’re going to make me do everything just so you don’t have to move. Understood? *hands you a bag* Start eating. Dinner will be ready in two hours and this snack BETTER be finished by then. And don’t even think about ever moving from that spot on the couch again. Before each bite, tell yourself “I’m a fat, lazy slob”. You’re going to become a gigantic, fat, filthy hog for me.

…what? You’re the one who wanted this, piggy. Eat. NOW.

[make-me-a-pig-deactivated201908]

I think we all want to hear more about your fantasy world!

Basically, it’s a world where women are seen as pigs, they’re shipped off to farms and forced to stay naked on all fours, and fattened up. Busty pigs would become cows and given a bell, hormones for udder growth and would be milked. Particularly fertile pigs would become breeders, kept inside and impregnated (while being fattened of course), several times. They’d eat from troughs (which they’d be chained to during feedings), and tubes once they’re too fat, and be allowed to graze and have sexual relations with the other pigs between feedings. They’d sleep in crowded, muddy pens. The girls would also each be branded with things like their new name, their role like “breeder” or like their owner’s symbol maybe. The babies produced would be raised until they’re 18, boys would go free while girls would be shipped back to the farms. The girls would only be taught basic things and given hormones to induce increased appetites and sexual drive, and in just a few generation you’d have an entire population of submissive, obedient animals ready to belong to you!

As a bonus: science mumbo jumbo could develop hormones that turn people pinkish, and let them grow a tail, trotters, and a snout. In which case, every girl would be required to take them.

[make-me-a-pig-deactivated201908]

Hey sweetie I don't think your eatin enough at all, nor using your pussy for what it's for. Breedin prize winning hogs. There's a county fair comin soon so I'll just hog tie you up and just pour heavy shake after shake and once we're done with those we'll move one to heavy cream mixed with lard or bacon grease. We'll need to fatten you up a couple hundred pounds to win the blue ribbon for best sow. After that everyone will want to breed their boars with you. Just keep oinking ya fat filthy sow

Omg omg oink oink

[adecadentgirl]

I want to be someone’s pig. Force fed and fattened until I’m a beautiful, heaving animal ready to become a plump, breeding hucow.

[make-me-a-pig-deactivated201908]

Me af

[make-me-a-pig-deactivated201908]

Reblog if you are a feedee into pig-play and wants to be treated and fed like a pig. Like if you are a feeder into pig-play and want to treat and feed someone like your own pet pig.

We need to get to know each other. c: Of course, do both if you’re open for both.

[fattyfeedee-deactivated20160625]

both c:

[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]

No limit

It was always like this. Even after she’d been eating all day, even though it was clear she couldn’t take another bite, he’d always insist on one box of cookies with milk to finish off.

She lay there, pinned to the double bed by her now gigantic fat body, the result of just a few short years of out of control eating which he encouraged and then took full control over. She was bombarded by a seemingly endless stream of calories each day, becoming less and less concerned by the upward climb of the numbers on the scale, only thinking of when the next meal was. The descent into pure gluttony complete, he never let a moment go by without her having food in her mouth. Now cresting 850 lbs, she hadn’t moved in months, she simply lay there and ate and let him pleasure her and himself. He loved to lose himself in the endless expanse of lard her body had become, but more than anything he loved pushing her to the limit every night.

“Just one cookie. For me?” he cooed as she struggled for breath having just finished off twelve cheeseburgers and a gallon of ice cream.

“N..no…too…*gasp*…full, *huff* no…no more” she protested, but she knew he wouldn’t let up.

He pressed the cookie to her lips, sliding it across from one side of her mouth to the other.

“Just one.” he repeated, watching her will power crumble before him.

She moaned as her breathing quickened…she opened her mouth and he crammed the doughy sweet in and followed with another as she frantically chewed.

“M…more.."she panted, desperate to finish the pack. "more!”

“Good girl” he said as he continued to push cookies into her conveyer belt style.

“You’ll be 900 before you know it” he whispered in her ear as she gasped for air “And you know it’s not going to stop there”

[feedyouintotheabyss]

More.

Isn’t 500 lbs enough? Why do I want to see you get to 600? And why stop there? I want to see you get even heavier, so much fatter. 800? 1,000 lbs? That number is ridiculous, but by that stage the number will be of no consequence. You’ll be so fat and so perpetually hungry, you’ll be beyond caring…gorging yourself closer and closer to your physical limits. You’ll reach them, I know you will.