Pig Slob

Just a little piggy wanting to be a massive hog. Username is relating to me not what I reblog. He/Him, 33 Bi - CW: 230 GW: 350

[plsrdrnk05]

look at you you useless piggy, so out of breath from jerking off. I'm surprised, not like you're doing anything else these days, this and eating. Awww is piggy getting wet becouse I'm being mean to it? God you're pathetic. Go on, eat more and jerk yourself to a till you can't ~~

[olive-oil-boy]

i have this reoccurring fantasy where i’m abducted by aliens one night.

they beam me up and strap me to a cold steel table in a large, white, overly bright room. i’m fearful, scared. suddenly, a few appear before me. i anticipate the worst, what sick, painful experiments will they subject me to?

i can’t help be feel confused when they place a mcdonald’s bag in front of me? a large big mac combo with a vanilla milkshake? plus a ten nugget box? they wordlessly begin feeding it to me, awkwardly, like they have no idea what they’re doing. i go along with it, chewing, swallowing. i notice a few more aliens looking down at me from some windowed observation room, taking notes, presumably reading the data all of the tubes and wires they stuck on me are collecting. i continue eating and eventually, as i’m finishing, another big mac combo, the exact same thing as what i’ve just eaten, is put in front of me.

this continues until i’m far to full to keep going. my gut bulges out of the white, hospital gown-like clothing they’ve dressed me in. my chewing grinds to a halt, i begin moaning and begging them to stop. after getting a call from the observers, surprisingly, they do. there must be something measuring my fullness stuck somewhere, and it has to be maxed out with how i’m feeling. they release me from the steel table and help me waddle to what looks like a small, room with nothing but a comfortable looking bed. i’m injected with a syringe from behind, and i pass out immediately on the bed.

this pattern continues for an impossible to register amount of time. bound stuffings followed by drug-induced sleep, followed by being suddenly woken up back on that steel bed in the same room. it’s different every time. mostly different assortments of familiar fast food combos, but occasionally other fare. donuts, cake, tacos, gyros, huge baskets of juicy, sugary fruit. almost anything you can think of is fed to me at some point, and always to my absolute maximum stomach capacity. the weight begins to pile on quick, and the measurements begin. before every stuffing i’m made to stand up, often enticed by something yummy. they weigh me, measure every inch of my body, recording everything, before sitting me back down to stuff me full once more. soon, they stop locking me in place while in the observation room. they even add some padding so that i’m more comfortable. my hospital gown begins to tighten around my blossoming body. my captors, though i don’t know their language, chatter excitedly the more i gain, sounding almost impressed. eventually, they stop moving me into the other room at all, instead letting me sleep in the observation room. they attempt to make me walk around for some kind of experiment, but that ends in complete failure as my sedentary captivity has made me incapable of taking more than a few steps before getting winded. so instead i lay there, lounging on an ever more comfortable bed, being fed delicious meals. they soon give me entertainment, television, video games. they discover how cannabis reacts with the human body and replace whatever sleep drug they’ve been giving me with perfectly replicated joints. my captor’s attitudes begin shifting from cold, scientific, detachment to warm, pampering, kindness. i still have no idea what they’re saying, but their tone during my measurements and stuffings begin to resemble how one talks to a pet.

at one point, they flash a message to me on my TV screen. “Go Home? Yes or No” it says. “No Time Will Have Passed. We Are Sorry For Taking You. Thank You For Help.” i look at it for awhile, the thought of returning to my stressful life on earth hasn’t occurred to me in a very long time. i press the “No” button with a chubby, powder sugar coated finger, and return to my donuts and Zelda session.

one alien takes a particular interest in me. they take over most of the feedings, arrive earlier for sessions, linger after everyone else has left, even sneak in some belly squeezes. maybe it’s loneliness, maybe it’s stockholm syndrome, but i can’t help but find this particular alien rather cute as well. the species that’s captured me is vaguely humanoid, slightly shorter than the average person. the completely black eyes are a tad off putting, but their soft green skin and chubby, cherub like appearance is welcoming. after one session, this alien sticks around like they always do, pretending to work while sneaking glances at me. eventually they walk up to me, nervous.

“ha…ha…happy?” it asks.

i look in shock. has it been studying english? presumably they’ve been learning a lot about us, from the food, to the entertainment, to the weed. it shouldn’t be surprising that they’ve learned some human language.

“yes.” i say, slightly stoned. the first word i’ve said in god knows how long.

“g…g…oood…” it says, before blushing and leaving the room. cute, they blush too.

this aliens soon starts spending almost all its time with me, it’s english becoming fluent rather quickly. i tell them about earth, about humans, and to their great curiosity, about food. apparently this species greatly values food and eating in its culture. they’ve recently discovered earth and find humans very interesting. unlike us however, besides a permanent layer of blubber, this species doesn’t store fat like humans too, and the existence of obesity was fascinating to them. they wanted to see how it develops, and how far it can go. this alien, pax is their name, soon becomes my sole caretaker. they measure me, weigh me, feed me, clean me. they watch movies with me, play video games, utterly enraptured by human culture and with my growth. because grow i have. since being abducted, i’ve gained nearly 400 pounds. i’ve outgrown countless hospital gowns and beds, with each bed becoming bigger and more comfortable. pax takes me on the occasional walk around my room, but these are growing nearly impossible now. instead i’m taken on “walks” in a floating chair around the ship, to the bewilderment of pax’s crew members. the ship floats through the solar system, and the views are beyond belief.

“our measuring unit states 602 pounds Human! you have grown so filled with fat! would you like to watch The Star Wars with me again? i find your species’ vision of Outer Space most humorous! i Cannot get enough, as you say! would you like your feeding tank refilled? we have replicated a Peanut Butter flavored Shake for you to try.”

this one-on-one feeding model has proven very successful, and pax tells me they are considering replicating it with other willing humans and aliens. another jump is made when pax asks if including sex will encourage my appetite and growth even further.

“Human! we Have discovered that our Sexual Components are compatible. our Species share similar methods of Reproduction and the Bodily Pleasures that result from such practices! I experience Pleasure from your general appearance and from your Eating and your Fattening. i Have found myself Crushing, like you say, on you! to entice Your further enlargement, would you enjoy Having such relations with me? i Would very much enjoy such relations!”

pax and i spend most of our time from this point doing nothing but stuffing, fucking, and cuddling on my massive bed together watching our favorite movies. they even translates a few series from her home planet. the humor doesn’t make sense, but the stories generally do. soon i’ve absolutely ballooned, well over 1000lbs. pax has been praised as the foremost figure on human studies and is offered a well-paying position back on their home planet. they offer me to come with, and of course i say yes. we become instant celebrities, the superstar scientist and the impossibly fat human ambassador. we live out our days in splendor and hedonistic bliss, and i become the fattest person in the known universe. the end :)

[gordisimo]

@whaleish-2 this is something hot just for you

[donuttruckdriver]

I heard she was nearly 800lbs

[oversizedgoblin]

Hi, bikini 🩷

That's it

[togekith]

OH MY GOD

[bbwmandymagica]

Incoming huge whale

[largepoundage]

How I’d be

[msadephagia]

my waistlines worst nightmare…. GIMME DAT

[bigfatteddybear]

I love it when bellies are described as growing, as if it's a forgone conclusion that you will keep eating yourself fatter and fatter and fatter... You're so greedy now. Everyone can tell. You're not done growing. You're far from it...

[esmeislewd]

i need like one of those bottles they put on hamster cages but full of melted ice cream~ let me gorge myself on something without getting distracted from pokopia. let me sit there blissfully for hours as i consume a truly shocking number of calories

[lil-piggy-slut]

Partially agree with this. I'd prefer something best described with terms like "hose", "pump", or "tank"...I don't think a little dribble at a time would be enough

[feedvenus]

Happy Fat Ass Friday 🥰

[softandfluffffy]

God damn I am so fucking fat 🥰

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[esmeislewd]

we as a society need to return to an era where witches could kidnap people and fatten them up! I think I would like a morally questionable woman to snatch me off the street and relentlessly feed me until I'm as round and plump as she wants me~

[cutiekaylabear]

Let me know in the dm 😒❤️

[stufffmuffin]

You catch me raiding your fridge,what’s your next move? ( *｀ω´)

[bigfatmen]

xxdreamchub

[hollow-toy]

handfeeding + CNC. more on this later

[hollow-toy]

okay so. you're her captive. she keeps you in her basement. she brings you 2-3 meals a day. you think it's cause she likes you strong enough to fight back. but because you don't want to be weak, you eat them. you need to eat

at first she left the meals and cutlery in the room then left you to eat. then she started staying to watch you eat. you didn't want to give her whatever kind of sick satisfaction she'd get from it, but you need to eat. so you put up with it

then she started sitting closer and closer to you while you ate. then she started holding the plate in her lap while you ate from it. it all happened so slowly, so gradually, that you didn't even really notice how strange it was until she started petting your hair while you ate. you tried not to eat for a few days after that. but you need to eat. so you cave. and she keeps petting your hair

one day she ties your wrists behind your back before she brings your meal. when she comes in with the food, she sits in a chair directly in front of you. you think about how much you hate her. you think about how much you hate that you're so used to being close to her. she picks up some of the food and cups it in one palm. then she extends the hand towards you

you stare at the food in her hands. your mouth starts to water. you understand, somewhere deep in you, that if you do this, you will be crossing a line. something in you will snap in a way that can't be fixed. you hate her. you don't want to give her whatever kind of sick satisfaction she'll get from it

but you need to eat

[gettingsofter]

fat tummy vs jeans from last summer who will win

[ketsudan1-deactivated20260416-d]

I‘m stoned and stuffed right now. Man I missed that feeling🤍