Homecoming Hog - Unrecognizably Fat
I love that my piggy hasn't even tried to get on top since passing 400. Poor thing. He'll never be on top again. Well, for anything other than grinding his belly where I like him to for a couple minutes until he has to roll over and lay there a panting wobbling blubbery mess. He can't hold himself up for long and his belly and fupa really get in the way too much.
Lucky for him that's exactly how I want him. I just want him laying back like a good blob and letting me move that belly out of the way and dig his manhood out of his fupa to ride him while I tell him how pathetic and enormous he is and how he's let me ruin him for good and there's no going back. He's only going to get fatter from here.
He better be glad he's got a girl like me who doesn't mind a man with tits three times the size of hers. And if he wants to keep getting off like that, he better keep getting fatter.
I want him weaker and jigglier and flabbier and lazier and more out of shape. I want him so fat, there's no hope of ever pleasing a woman from on top ever again.
His handsome face getting fatter and fatter. His big double chin and fat cheeks so grab-able and pinch-able. His eyes nearly constantly squinting from all the fat.
He doesn't quite look like a completely different person yet. Somebody who saw him a few years ago might still recognize him from 100 pounds ago, and maybe even some people might recognize him from college 200 pounds ago. I want to change that. I want people to gasp when they find out its him.
I want to put another 100 pounds on him and take my 500 pound blimp to his college homecoming, and make a beeline for some group with one of the little normie vanilla sorority girls he dated, and bring up that I hear they used to be a thing back in the day. And see her embarrassment at the people around her finding out she ever dated such a hog. And hear her excuses like "oh yeah... he's... uh... changed a lot since then." And ill put my hand on his belly, right above where his fat wobbling apron of lard is poking out, and say "Yeah he grew a beard! Oh and I guess he might have put on a few pounds." (And a pair of tits bigger than any girl in a 10 mile radius)
I want girls he's been with before to not even recognize him, and be horrified by "what he's done to himself" (what I've done to him 😈).
They'll think I'm some sort of saint for being with him. How could he possibly be with someone like me? Little do they know I've put that most recent couple hundred pounds on him, and there's gonna be more where that came from.
I'll bring him over a seat. Well, a couple seats. We can't risk fatty breaking one of those little foldout chairs can we? He'll ease himself down, his big sagging flabby belly hanging between his legs. He's probably pretty tired. It takes a lot out of him moving all that blubber around. The group disperses awkwardly, making half-hearted excuses. Once he's caught his breath, I pull out a full size snickers bar from my purse and shove it in his mouth. He makes short work of it. Such a good fatty. My pathetic gluttonous blob.
He gets up and waddles slowly beside me as we make our way somewhere where he can sit his big fat lazy ass down again and put some more food in his mouth. As we're walking away, I whisper in his ear "You used to ride girls like her, but now you get ridden, my sweet helpless blob. She's probably disgusted by the new you, huh? You'll never be able to f*ck like a man again. And our next milestone is for you to not be able to reach your manhood around your massive fat belly and fupa with those huge soft ham arms you've got. I'm gonna be completely in charge of when you can get off. You better get used to it fatty. There's no turning back. But don't worry. I promise you'll enjoy every moment of it, my sweet fat pig. Now let's get you something else to eat. I know my fatty's hungry."
