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was going to wear this to a party i went to and didn’t realize how fat it made me look at first ;-;

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Hey you. Yes, you. I want you to replace your wardrobe. No, it's not because I don't like your style. It isn't to keep up with the change of the seasons. I want you to outgrow your wardrobe. Those jeans you love wearing would look better in a bin, useless now that you can't pull them past your thick thighs. Your favorite shirt? It's lame. Maybe you can salvage it by treating it like a crop top, but honestly honey with how big your chest is going to get, do you really want to risk a ticket for public indecency? That tiny skirt of yours is cute, but without a belly to spill out of it, it's just out of fashion. Your sweatpants just look incomplete without worn out holes from your legs rubbing together, and your booty shorts just don't hit without your booty hanging out of them. Honestly, I should take you shopping some time. Not to get you clothes that fit, but to buy you a new wardrobe to grow out of.

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House Pig

You waddle to your house, the short walk from your car to the front door has you huffing and puffing. On instinct, you turn your hips as you enter through the doorway. You aren't QUITE fat enough for it to be necessary, but you can feel yourself getting closer to that point with each passing day.

"Ah! Finally back home?", a voice calls from the kitchen. Despite the long day you've had, their soothing voice brings a smile to your face.

"*Hff...hff*...yeah, FINALLY done with work today. It was such a-", you stop mid-sentence as the delicious smell of greasy, fried food fills your nostrils. Your feeder steps out of the kitchen holding a platter, stacked up with what you can only assume is fast food from all your favorite places. They set it down on the table and turn back to you, looking at the winded state that you're in, and grin.

"Hard day? It must have been, seeing how exhausted you are...why don't you heave yourself over here, hm?", they say, leaning back on the table. You realize just how hungry you are, having been forced to go without eating for at least a couple hours...You set your things down and shuffle your way over to the table, already feeling your clothes pressed against your body. They had gotten so tight lately, and you just replaced your wardrobe maybe a month ago.

"I am...pretty hungry...", you say as you plop yourself down in the creaking chair. It had never sounded like it struggled THIS hard to hold you, but it really felt like it was straining this time as your ass overflowed the sides and your flabby belly kept you from fully sitting up to the table.

"Aww, I know you are, my greedy little thing...", they say as they step behind you and place their hands on your sides, their fingers exploring every soft roll. They lean in and kiss right where your double chin meets your neck. "Just forget all about that tough day of yours, and fill this greedy belly for me", they whispered, reaching over to fondle your immense belly.

You can't resist anymore. You deserve this after the day you had, after all. You reach out with your chubby hands and grab handfuls of the heavy, greasy food, taking the first bite. The taste is so good...the feeling of finally getting to eat overwhelms you, eyelids fluttering as you're lost in the sensation. "Mmmph...god, that's good...", you moan as you begin stuffing your face.

"That's it, baby... So good and greedy, aren't you?", they tease, tracing their finger over your bulging belly before grabbing a handful of your double belly. "Look at you. Look at how much you've fattened up since I started doting on you. So many clothes outgrown, so much more space you're taking up, it's a good look on you, being such a piggy."

You knew it was true. Every bite you took only served to make you bigger, heavier, wider. Your feeder had seen to it that you grew so incredibly out of shape, so massively obese, that hardly anyone recognized you anymore. No one at work had said anything yet, but you knew they looked at you in disbelief. You even had to get your office chair replaced to accommodate your ever-growing size. And none of this was lost on you as you continued your gluttonous feasting.

None of it felt like enough anymore. Your appetite has grown so much from the near-constant overeating that even when you're stuffed to the brim, swollen and pinned down by your own belly, you feel like you can always have a little more dessert. You ate, and ate, and ate, all the while, your feeder caressed and admired you, a marvel of self-indulgence.

"Eat all the stress and worry away, love. There's plenty more where this came from. None of those pesky wrappers or boxes to get in the way," they said, biting their lip as they noticed just how much your belly was bulging under the table and between your thighs. They give your overflowing hip a firm smack before grabbing and jiggling it, making your whole body ripple like an ocean of fat.

You're getting so full, feeling the pressure in your stomach as it stretches to hold all of the calorie-rich food you stuffed into it. Not to mention how unbearably tight your work clothes were on you at this point. The platter was almost empty, and even you were surprised when you took a second to realize just how much you had eaten. It was easily enough to feed 4 or 5 people, and NOW you're getting full?! You lean back, exhaling and placing your hands on the sides of your aching belly. It had gotten too big for you to fully reach the bottom of your belly hang.

"Hnnnh...I'm so full...and I feel so huge...", you groan as you take a look at your corpulent body. Just in time for your feeder's hand to grab your belly, their thumb in your belly button and their fingers curled under the lower roll.

"I think...", they said as they leaned in to kiss your plump cheek, "...you just need to sit somewhere more comfortable. Come on, let's get your heavy self to the bed." They take your hands and help you to your feet, both of you feeling the struggle that was getting you off the chair. You feel your whole body wobble just from this simple movement, and you can feel the weight of your body pulling down on your frame. You groan from the fullness as your feeder helps you to the bedroom, helps you remove your extremely tight work clothes, and gets you onto the nice, soft bed. Then, they turn and leave the bedroom.

"Wait, where are you…*huff*...going..?", you pant, situating yourself on the soft mattress.

"Oh I'll be right back! Just getting you dessert!", they call out from the hallway. It doesn't take them long to come back, holding what you easily recognize as a box of donuts from your favorite place. They crawl on top of the bed in front of you, nudging your cellulite-covered thighs apart as they sit themselves between them.

"Just lay back and let me take care of this part. You don't need to lift a finger, my sweet pig...", they coo, taking a glistening, glazed donut from the box and leaning forward onto your mountain of a belly. You have hardly a moment to respond before the sugary ring is placed at your lips, your feeder smiling all the while. "Go on, I know you can't resist sweets...", they say. You open your mouth and let them push bite after bite past your lips.

One by one, each donut passes from the box to your lips. It was so much...you had eaten so much, but you couldn't help yourself. It was so easy for you to give in anymore. You didn't HAVE to care about holding back, especially not with your feeder around. They had been practically relentless, always having something delicious around to stuff your face with.

"Unnnf...I can't…eat...another bite...", you whimper, laying your head back. Your swollen gut heaves with every shallow breath you take. You've gotten used to being stuffed lately, almost every single day. But never like this... You were in a hedonistic daze, fighting to stay conscious at this point, but you feel your feeder lean in, grab the sides of your chubby cheeks, and kiss you deeply.

"Mmm...good, because you've eaten all we have, you perfect hog...", they say with a chuckle. "You know, I've grown pretty fond of keeping you stuffed, spoiled, and huge. I think you could really afford to quit that job of yours, hm? You don't need all that stress. Be my full-time house pig." Despite your current state, their offer rang in your ears. Becoming a full-time, spoiled, fat pig? Not a worry in the world...only eating, being adored, and growing fatter...it sounded so alluring...

"Yes...I don't want to work anymore... Just a spoiled and overfed pig...", you manage to moan. Even admitting it sent a shiver down your spine, bringing a smile to your face as you envisioned your life as a doted-on, prize fatty.

"That's what I hoped you'd say... We'll put in your notice tomorrow. Now, lay back and start gaining all the weight from this binge, while I admire what a massive butterball you've become...", they moan as their hands explore every inch of your doughy body. A body that was only going to keep getting fatter, thicker, heavier. It felt so good...it felt so right. You could feel it. This is what you were meant to be. You slowly drift off into a food coma as your feeder kneads your body, in absolute bliss.