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[auxfeed]

Look, piggy, you received an email on your old email-account. It's from one of your former schoolmates. Should I read it for you? Yes? Well, it's adressed to all the people of your former class to meet for a ten-year-reunion in about six months. Oh piggy, isn't it adoreble that they think you still belong to them?

I remember when you told me how big you've already been back in your schooldays. That you easily doubled most of your classmates in weight. That you had problems sitting normally on the chairs and that you'd even broken some. You were always the biggest, weren't you? So just think about the current situation then...

Most of your former classmates live perfect lives, don't they. And while they do, nobody could even imagine what happened to you in these last ten years. There are people, who founded a family, for example. All while you submitted to me and fattened up for me like none of them could even imagine. At a gaining rate of nearly 70lbs per year, you added 700lbs of extra fat and blubber to your already big frame, weighing down now at an enormous and supersized 985lbs. And while all those now successful women and men out there work on their careers in good jobs everyday, your only job is to lay here naked in your bariatric, reinforced bed and eat your life away for my pleasure like the good pig you are. Like them you also achieved a lot of hoals in your life - just... different. They got married to their partners, you got owned by me, your feeder and master. They built houses, you trapped yourself inside your own body on purpose. They travel around the world, while you can't move a single finger nowadays.

So, imagine if we'd find a way to move you to the reunion. What would all these people, your former classmates, feel, when they saw you? Would they be embaressed? Would they feel sorry for you? Would they be disgusted? Would they laugh at you? Whould they tell you that they'd always knew how you would end up, you fat fuck? Well, probably all together, don't you think?

Let's face it, piggy: you won't go there anyway. Because you have a job to do, a very important job. There's still not enough fat hanging off your body. And you are still able to breathe way too good. We should change that, shouldn't we? And while all of your classmates will meet in a couple of month to celebrate their reunion, I'm pretty sure, you won't even make it until then, you fat, greedy hog. Here, piggy, eat something. Make me proud and eat yourself to death, fat pig!

[demonfag69]

Need to tease a fat boy. Calling him a show off and a slut for getting so fat his clothes barely fit. Slapping his ass in public and commenting on how much it jiggles. Playing with his belly while everyone is watching and telling him how fertile and spoiled he’s getting. Leaving hickies on his double chin and calling it a lard collar. Pushing him onto the couch/ bed because if he can barely walk, he doesn’t need to anymore.

[thenotorious-pig]

Great, now I’m hard

[thedarknessfalls99]

Is it really a “good morning” if there’s no soft snuggles into your rolls and sleepy belly kisses?

[gainlertu]

[thenotorious-pig]

Bottom right pic isn’t me.

[thedarknessfalls99]

POV: you watching me cook, can barely move from the couch because you’re nearly 900lbs, but you watching because you need me and whatever I’m cooking

xoxo

[aislobs]

Coming home and serving your blob

[thedarknessfalls99]

Summer goals: wear cute dresses, get the iced coffee, bring a dozen pastries home for my 900lb growing boy 🤍🥰

[thedarknessfalls99]

Getting you so obese you fill out the king size mattress perfectly. Plush, velvety fat in every corner. But with great size comes with great weakness, we don’t need you stressing your already struggling heart with moving.

so two fat admirers hold your massive sagging belly out of the way while I worship your mound, searching for your buried cock to make you orgasm.

one stuffs you while we massage your swollen, aching legs.

dedicated to your pleasure.

dedicated to making you even bigger. Xoxo

[evermore-xxl]

"eat up, my love"

[thedarknessfalls99]

Peak male form

[tummysmoocher]

I think more people should get turned on by eating too much and being full and noticing their clothes don’t fit the same anymore and

[tummysmoocher]

I think more people should whimper and moan after they stuff themselves too full, so turned on you can see it thru their panties or boxers. I think more people should feel their brains go fuzzy when they walk and feel their fat wobbling and bouncing. I think popping buttons or seams on clothes should get them close to cumming I think that

[thedarknessfalls99]

Maneuvering his folds while his overhanging belly rests on my forehead. His pillowy thighs brush my cheeks. & teasing his fat pad with anticipation of pleasure. The cpap has to stay on now because being aroused is too much work for his crushed lungs. Too big to move, to obese for their own needs, too weak to even try to reach for their buried cock. My prized pig.

[thedarknessfalls99]

today’s goals: wear cute dresses, get an iced coffee, make a 900lb man blow a load after a good stuffing.

[thedarknessfalls99]

it should be studied how often I think about having a life partner immobilized by their weight. Every necessity, pleasure and comfort provided for them. Propped up in a well supported, sturdy bed just waiting in comfort for their feeding.

[mzmarple]

Fat people, I love you and I hope no one ever makes you feel like you're the wrong size.

I support you if you do nothing but eat junk food.

I support you if you do nothing but eat gmo-free organic veggies and whole grains

I support you if you want to work out and change your shape.

I support you if you want to remain fat forever.

No one has the right to make you feel terrible for having a body or for being in charge of that body and making informed decisions about how to care for that body.

I am sending you all 1000000000 kisses and hugs and wishing you nothing but cute clothes and delicious snacks and unconditional love at every size forever and ever amen.

[thecrownestt]

One thing about immobility that makes my evil feeder pupils go wide and black with joy is that people tend to drastically underestimate how big that number is before you are genuinely immobile.

Walking across a room? Not immobile. I don't care if it takes everything out of you.

Able to lift yourself out of bed with help? Maybe a few steps to a commode? Not. Immobile.

True immobility...the desperate, entirely helpless kind, is when you cannot do a thing.

Imagine being told that 700lbs isn't enough. I was promised immobility by my feedee. You aren't immobile because moving is hard, you are immobile because moving doesn't happen. You are trapped in a body that requires complete and total help for survival.

What's another 100lbs? You've done it multiple times already. You have nowhere to be. You have nowhere to go. You have nobody who could begin to pull you out of this life.

To think you already were losing your personality in order to find enough time in the day to eat yourself to this point. How much of you will be left by the time you forget how to move?

[sweetheart-cherie]

Daddy's princess does want to make him fat, actually

[squishmewithbellies]

I return home from work, and can hear the faint sound of snoring coming from our bedroom. I approach the door and lean against the frame. Stopping to take in the sight of you.

It doesn't feel like that long ago, when I was excitedly teasing you about the "small layer of pudge" that had formed around your middle. But now that small layer of pudge has blossomed into a massive heavy paunch. It spills down off the dome of your upper belly and onto your thighs even when lying down. I can't help but think of all the stuffings and belly rubs that made it what it is now as I watch it rise and fall with every breath.

My eyes travel upwards taking in your formerly defined chest, now adorned with a large pair of moobs, that sag towards your side slightly as you lie on your back, accompanied by a thick roll of fat that wraps around your side.

And then there's your face, it's become so round and soft. Gone are your lean and angular features, cheeks and chin filling out magnificently. Every change making it more adorable.

My gaze travels down your side, indexing the rolls that have piled up there. Passing over your big meaty love handles that bulge outward over your hips. Practically begging to be filling my hands. Settling on the thick trunks that are your thighs, your old muscular legs long since swaddles in layer after layer of cellulite dimpled fat.

Lastly I can't help but marvel at your fat pad. It happened so gradually I almost didn't notice. But it's unmistakable now, only the head peaks out from that slab of fat at the base of it when you are soft. Maybe half it's original length manages to stick out from it when it's hard.

I take another good look really taking you in before retreating back down the stairs and starting to make dinner. It needs to be something special, something heavy and rich that packs a caloric punch. I'm so excited thinking about where your body will change next and it's making me impatient to see it happen.