Grow for me

Dabbling in writing

[livestockprincess]

Does it turn you on knowing no guy will actually want to date you ? It’s embarrassing to be seen with you in public

i get that this is hot, but realistically this is literally not true… like idk some of y’all are actually fatphobic and it’s hard to separate that from horniness sometimes butttt idk. if you’re just teasing me about it while we’re out together it can be hot but if you’re deadass serious, then no

[purgatorylayby]

The rest of your life

warning: dark morbid themes with this one so if not your thing stay away

You open your eyes to that dripping sound again. A slow steady drop that pulsed into head and matches the ponderous heartbeat you feel in your chest. You know it's either the insulin or the remnants of shake in the tank above your bed. Oh how you hoped for the latter. A sugary, greasy taste lingers in your mouth as you sluggishly raise your head, looking up towards your feeding tube hanging tantalisingly above you. Instinctively, almost without thought you move your head toward the nozzle of the funnel, carefully placed just in reach. You could still technically move your arms but anything more than trying to lift those plush lard filled sacks you call your upper arm leaves you wheezing and breathless. This was much easier anyway. It was second nature at this point, years of sucking down fattening slop had meant you have almost perfected the art of it, if it could be called art. As you suckle the remnants of the shake, you lift a hand up and rubbed your chest, it always got tight when the taste of the cream filled concoction hits your lips and you can feel the rhythmic thump speed up as you run a hand across the single tally mark tattooed on your chest like a badge of honour.

It was funny really, you'd never meant to get this big. You'd always craved it though - deep down. Pushed it away, forced yourself to be normal. It just came back stronger though every time. Every indulgence, every sweet treat, every sneaking glance at the calories you've inhaled. Your secret. Not that it can ever be anymore. Your bloated frame cant fit a bedsheets, let alone clothes. No hiding the hedonistic corpulence that overtook you.

You utter pig.

There's no turning back, there never was and you know it. You are as much to blame as anyone, you're no better than fattend livestock at this point and you relish that. Every milestone a trophy to your greed, your addiction. Your gut hanging past your knees, oxygen cannula to waddle, your final steps. You live for it, as much as you can call being an immobile lard pile living. It's your purpose.

You exist to grow.

So here you lay, entrapped by your own pathetic bloated frame BEGGING for more. More fat, more food, more soft piggy lard. An addicted sow that just can't help themselves. Each limit reached and pushed beyond , each feeding session requiring more and more and more. No matter what it takes you will grow. Faster, heavier, fatter. This is the rest of your short fattend life pig, so get comfortable because we have only just begun.

[purgatorylayby]

It doesn't stop

You don't stop

You don't get to stop

You can't stop

You won't stop

Those are the words that flow through your head every time the funnel touches your lips and you are filled with that soft creamy fattening liquid you've become so used to. It's become a basic need at this point. It doesn't matter what it is, so long as that funnels in your mouth you suckle it down. It's almost as if you've been trained to do it, well I guess you have in a way but I can't blame you. I made sure there was always an incentive. You always finished it, one way or another.

Now it doesn't matter, the damage has been done as you associate that sensation with a deep primal pleasure. You used to get excited just seeing the funnel appear, the tube placed carefully between your lips and just that slight hint of danger as you started. Knowing what you are doing to yourself by accepting this, thinking how much damage you are doing to your poor figure - and the excitement of feeling like you can't turn back.

Well now you can't, you're addicted. Not as in you are addicted to other things, like your silly little videos you melt your brain with or the thrill of buying yourself 'little' treats to snack on. I mean truly addicted. It consumes your every waking moment, that feeling. It encompasses your whole being, it's part of you. That deep animalistic desire to grow, no matter what. Whatever it takes, I used to tell you and you would greedily suck away and nod, as if it were some kind of game. But this is it piggy, there's no going back from this. It's consumed you. You'll beg and writhe and moan if you don't get your fix, conditioned like a little pet who is more than eager to sacrifice everything for just another taste. Your figure,your social life your mobility and even your health just to give in to your deepest, aching desire.

That's why you won't stop. Because you've lost all control. It's a crippling wanton need to grow more soft lard that controls every thought in that fat addled brain of yours, if there's even a thought in there more than just 'more'. Stuck in a constant mix of pleasure and regret as you slowly sink further into morbid obesity.

You never want to stop

[purgatorylayby]

Fever dream made manifest

What ails thee, oh knight so haggard and woe begotten,

That met a lady among the reeds so supple was she that to witness was to see the divine

Her hair was long, her footsteps heavy

And her eyes were wild with lust

The maiden fair, shone golden hair her curves were not forgotten. She lay them bare, for bold sir knight to admire, to caress and to beguile him

He did resist, at first though her charm sensual nature did sway him

And through heavy breaths she begged him yet

'feed me'

In a rapturous lust he was overcome with deepest carnal desire. He was lost in a flurry of food and flesh that overcame his every thought. It was his meaning, his duty and all else ceased to matter.

He found her roots of relish sweet and funneled her honey wild and true, though she grew, it was never enough and she craved ever more.

She grew and she grew, as if nothing was changed his strength did start to fail him.

And so he set to feed her yet, his world aflame with passion. For this fair nymph, did away him with in truest of fae fashion.

She ate her fill, and more yet still, she begged fair knight to feed her. She lulled him so, into trance and sin with such woe he succumbed to her enchanting aura.

And there he did stay, for an eternity making her larger. She always did moan and beg and groan for him to make her fatter.

His body bent and broken he could no more serve her, so she sent him from her enchantment thus to go to the world before her.

Upon his dreams he saw kings, and queens that utterly failed to sustain her. Then upon his lips she placed a kiss, sending him to a malaise of madness

Pale with woe, he realized nothing would truly suffice her

He awoke a shell, cold and broken his energy spent on passion

Forced to wander seeking her still, not knowing she had already begun to look for another

[purgatorylayby]

Trapped

You were trapped. Not in a conventional sense by any means, quite the opposite in fact. For all intents and purposes you were however, stuck. You were free to go of course at any time but that wasn't quite the problem was it. You would stare at the mirror in front of you and admire the figure that lay there. Sometimes you truly wondered how that it could be yours, the soft cascade of rolls that filled the bed, the cute dimpled oversized thighs that hung over the sides of the mattress and the lard laden arms pinned at an angle to your corpulent frame. Everyone has always loved your belly of course but you couldn't help but intensely admire the rest just as much. Deep down you knew this was you though. Despite the rapid changes you had put yourself through this was still your body.

You had done this to yourself really. Sure there was your feeder, so sweet, doting and lovingly manipulative that they would make sure there wasn't a moment you weren't full. There's no blaming them, not really - after all it's just in their nature to want you as big as possible. For you however, this was a choice. A choice to fill yourself day after day with everything put in front of you and then some. You couldn't help but think how good that funnel nozzle felt in your mouth as you desperately filled yourself, in a near constant rhythm. Stuck, in a vicious cycle formed from your own gluttonous urges.

I suppose you can't be blamed, not entirely at least. You've always known this was going to happen. That near-primal, animalistic desire to fatten yourself beyond all sense and reason just for the pure hedonistic bliss it gives you, it's never really stopped has it? Oh you've tried to forget about it before, live a normal life and move on but there was always something missing. An itch that just couldn't be scratched and each time you delved in you came out more depraved than before until finally, you gave in. That dichotomy was never truly there for you was it, you were just pretending you had moved on. You knew that each time you pushed those thoughts down they would resurface stronger than ever. It's not your fault of course that you caved, but the addictive lack of control…well that's a different matter entirely. You've had all that time to consider this, every waking moment spent focusing on growing you were accepting that this was your purpose, your destiny. And here you are, lying in a bed encased in a sensual beautiful prison of your own making, purposefully trapped, by a design of your own making only ever wanting more.