Warning: A spell is cast upon you. Continue at your own risk. The writer is not responsible for any weight gain.
~ Well well, I cast a spell. Upon you my curious friend, this will be the end. Of your slim and physique, for I know your mind is weak. As you continue to read my words your body will grow, and you wonāt be able to stop, no. Your clothes will soon be filled with nothing but fat, I bet you canāt wait for that. So continue on my greedy piggy to be, let your body grow for me. ~Ā
I see you decided to continue reading. You must be either very curious,Ā skeptic or very eager to get fat. Letās hope itās the last one. Because that is exactly what is going to happen to you the more you read. In fact, I think your face looks a little puffier than it did a minute ago. Or maybe that is just my imagination going wild.
You must be wondering why on earth I created a spell like this. Am I an evil feeder who likes to see skeptic and curious people blow up and rip out of their clothes? Yes, you are absolutely right.
You know, as a feeder I get to talk to a lot of feedees and people who have a desire to gain weight. And one thing they all have in common is that they are scared to do so. Including you, reader. You are in the comfort of your home reading feedism related fiction online because you are too afraid to let fantasy become reality. Well let me tell you, I do not like cowards.. And I do like to see people grow. Hence why I created this spell.
(Ohā¦ What is that? Your pants look a little tight thereā¦ I told you that you were going to grow. Pull your shirt down now that you can still hide that little belly. Or just stop reading. Haha, nah. You wonāt.)
Can you feel it, little piggy? Can you feel the fat growing on your body with every word you read?
So tell me all about why you want to become fat. I mean, you are still reading so you must have a desire to gain massive amounts of weight.Ā
( āWait, did she just say massive amounts of weight?ā you think to yourself as you tug on your shirt. It wonāt stay down. )
Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you how big you are going to be when you are done reading. *Evil chuckle*. Massive, piggy. Massive. You wonāt be able to get up from where you are right now. No matter how hard you try, you will not be able to get up. All you will be able to see is a massive mountain of fat, and all you will feel is sweat dripping down your bare skin. Now it is up to you if that sweat is going to be from fear, or pure arousal.Ā
( The waistband of your jeans is digging in your belly and you look down. As soon as you see your belly, the button on your pants give out. A massive, blubbery, lard-filled gut now rests on your lap. Read on, piggy, read on and see what happens. )
*Hehe*. Nice belly you got there. Is that heavy on your lap at all? Please tell me yes. It must weigh at least 15 lbs. You grow very fast. I think Iām going to speed up the process a little bit actually. Sorry, I just really like fatties and I cannot wait to see you blow up like a balloon and watch panic take over.
Well well, I cast a second spell. Your body will blow up like a balloon, it canāt come too soon. Letās hope your chair can hold your weight, or is it already too late? Lay your hands on your belly and feel it grow, it will look great you know.
(As you read the spell you lay your hands on your still growing belly. With every word you read it expands more and more. Your shirt and pants are ripping.. Canāt you stop reading, fatty?)
Ha, look at you! You massive, massive pig. You didnāt even have to eat to become this fat. Itās your greed that got you here. You wanted more and more, and now you got it. Literally.
How does it feel to have ripped out of your clothes? Did the loss of control scare you, or did it feel good? It must have felt good because this fat piggy is still reading. I cannot believe it. The more you read, the fatter you will become you know.
Well, since you seem to want more, let me tell you about last weeks pig;
I watched him. On Skype. He ate for me as I watched his belly get full and bloated. When I started reading my spell out loud he laughed. āHow awesome would that beā he said as he shoved in another mouth full of mac and cheese. I chuckled and continued reading my spell. When I was finished I said; āHang up if you want to fit in your clothes tomorrow.ā
He just sat there and stared at me, not knowing if I was joking or not. I started teasing him. He listened, and within no time the look on his face changed. We both watched his belly grow and grow as I kept talking. In no time all that was left on the screen was a giant ball of lard. His arousal clearly visible. Poor piggy couldnāt even reach down to touch himself.
( You notice that your thighs are touching the armrests of your chair. They must be 40ā³ around right now. And as for your belly, I have no idea how big that is right now. there is noĀ tape measureĀ that can fit around youā¦)
How about you, my fat hog..? Can you still touch yourself? You have grown so muchā¦ The stretchmarks on your skin look so red.. Your skin literally ripped. It could not handle the massive amount of lard you just gained.
Boobs resting on top of your gut, bellybutton 3ā³ deep, thighs spilling over the sides of your chairā¦ What a sight. And letās not forget that double chin. Or rather, 5 double chins. Iām surprised you can still breathe with all that fat surrounding your throat.
So is this hat you wanted, fatty? Was it all worth it?
Not being able to fit in any of your clothes, not being able to get up, your friends who will have to come over to rescue you out of the chair, the things people will say and think when they see you.. Oh theĀ embarrassmentā¦ Yes, it was all worth it.
You greedy, greedy pig.Ā
Youāre very welcome.
Xo xo, RachĀ
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