do you really think you can handle me, piggy?
reading my texts and getting off to my blog while you stuff your face is one thing. letting me fatten you up in person is on an entirely different level. if it's been this easy for me to coax a few inches onto your waistline from behind a screen, imagine how fat i could make you if i was there to feed you in person. i'd have you bursting out of all your clothes and addicted to the taste of heavy cream in two weeks. so if you're not ready or dedicated enough to get massive for me, baby, then i'm not the girl for you. we both know it wouldn't take much for me to convince you to let go of all control and let me feed you into obesity.
"too full", "too fast", and "too much" would all be swiftly removed from your vocabulary. you don't decide when you're full now, piggy, i do. your entire lifestyle needs to be built on greed and excess; you will never get to a point of being "fat enough", you will always be left wanting more. the only person who gets to dictate when it's time for you to stop eating is me. wouldn't that be nice, piggy? to no longer have to worry about your own hunger and fullness anymore? you should save all your brainpower for choosing what to order next on doordash, baby, or whether you want to order chocolate or vanilla flavored mass gainer. leave everything else to me. i'll find your limits and push them until you've gotten big enough to handle any massive calorie surplus with ease. with each pound you put on, your appetite will keep getting bigger. you'll no longer be eating three meals a day; you'll be eating constantly from the moment you wake up to the second you get into bed at night. don't worry, piggy, i'll always make sure to spoil you for eating so well for me. gluttony should be rewarded, it's hard work sitting back on the couch and making a pig of yourself all day.
after stuffing you for hours i'd finally have you heave your fatass up off the couch and stand in front of a full-length mirror while i stand behind you. my arms would struggle to reach around the swell of your massive belly as i'd press my fingertips into your fat, the surface of your round gut massively tight and stretched after pigging out all day. i'd finally unbutton your jeans that look 5 pounds away from bursting at the seams. you'd moan in relief as your bloated belly swelled out of it's constraints of tight denim, fat spilling over the edge of the waistband of your boxers.
"you did so good eating for me, baby. you look so sexy when you're nice and full like this. i can't wait to make you even bigger."
i'd barely be able to dip my fingertips beneath the elastic of your boxers that fit a lot better 25 pounds ago. gently sliding the tight fabric down your hips, i'd finally free your bulging belly from the last of it's constraints. as you groan in relief, i'd take my time tracing my hands across the surface of your overstuffed gut, pointing out every new stretch mark, every thickening roll, the new pudgy softness of your chest. we wouldn't need the scale to tell us how fat you've gotten when i can feel your expanding size under my fingertips instead.
"god, your love handles are getting so deep. just look at how thick the rolls on your hips are now, baby, i can't believe how much fatter you've been getting lately. doesn't it feel so good to be this huge?"
i'd make you take a good look at yourself in the mirror. really take in what you've done to yourself and what you've begged for me to do to you. you wanted nothing more than to be fattened up like a prize winning hog and i happily obliged. now you're a massive, food-addicted, out of shape glutton with no hope of ever losing a single pound. i already know that just from looking at your overstuffed belly you'd be rock hard, to have my delicate hands pumping up and down your throbbing cock while i tell you how much of a fatass you are. to hold my hair with your chubby fingers while i take advantage of still being able to blow you without your fat gut getting in the way. sex and fattening up would completely overlap for us, which would only make you more addicted to your gluttony. see how good i'd take care of you, baby? all you'd have to do is gain a few hundred pounds for me.
imagine how massive you'd get if this was your life, piggy. are you ready to test your limits and see how much fat your body can handle? there'd be no set weight limits or breaks from gaining. if you really think you're ready, i promise i won't disappoint.
just don't say i didn't warn you, piggy. you chose this ;)
