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. 😈🏠👊🏼💪🏼
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