A good piggy

I am a bit of a shy feedee but I love to be told what to do. And grow like the fat pig I am. Age: Somewhere between 25 to 30. A bit of mystery is good. kodee's cattle

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Always opening for Questions. Feel free to send me an ask or in an anonymous question. I always love to see replies in my posts as well.

if you want to reply to a post or leave a question, I am more than happy to answer and discuss.

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Are you into your body limiting you sexually and your feeder getting off on the fact that they control your pleasure bc you can't reach or lack the stamina to finish?

God yes! That is one of my huge turn ons. Being so fat that my fat buries everything and make it too hard to have any sort of sex.

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I want to see you totally give in and deliberately eat more food that is packed with saturated fat after your doctor has warned you that you are at risk of a major heart attack.

I would love to see you rub your belly and take your t shirt off, running a hand over your belly and slapping your fat as you laugh and say “this thing is going to be the death of me soon”. As you tell anyone watching that you don’t expect to survive your next heart scare.

I want you to proudly stick your gut out and ask me if I even think you will look good in a coffin.

As I run a tape measure round your belly and tease you about how big you are getting I want to hear you tell me that you expect to die young because of how fat you are letting yourself become.

I want you to be so reckless that as even I, and others, warn you about how out of shape you are getting that you just give a little smirk. We both know exactly what you are doing as you let me feed you fatter each day. Happily working up your heart as you tell me you want an open casket funeral.

Oh goodness! What a hot way to start the day. I know I will die young and I am eating and eating and eating so much garbage that I feel it every day getting worse. Though, I am not the pushy confident sort to smirk about it. I am very much more the bashful timid sort. Hahahahahaha

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What's your usual recipe for a gainer shake?

My usual mix is a pretty simple shake. I start with a scoop or two of malto, heavy cream and some nutella or ice cream. Then some frozen fruit, or some sugar and butter if i want to up the calories even more.

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With all of the fatty foods that you can’t stop eating and way your blood pressure has been rising your heart must be as swollen as your belly is.

It will be so hot to push a finger into your belly and push you up against a wall, watch as you struggle with how weak your fat as let you become.

The next thing you know your wrists are above your head as you are splayed out on a bed, you feel so weak but so fucking heavy around the belly. That’s when you’ll feel my hands run down your gut as I laugh and ask you “how did you do this to yourself?”.

You laugh to begin with as I keep my hands over your gut. As you meekly reply: “well you helped me babe” we did this together…didn’t we?”

As you lie there, swallowed by your own fat and insecurity, as you panic if you have made mistake, that is when you will double down and tell me that “I hope my heart goes soon, every time I see my belly I just know that is what I’m built for”

As you tell me how excited you are to let your fat kill you I will straddle you and start to undress you, telling you just how fucking big you look as I take your shirt off. Just then, as we are getting into into it I wil hear you panic and gasp for air, as you clutch at your chest and look at me in fear. We both know what is happening but that won’t stop one last breathless kiss. “you were built for this” I whisper as I keep undressing you and promise to have fun as your chest explodes

This is so good. I need to do as much gainer shake today as possible. This is really inspiring. The urge and drive to gain is insane after reading this.

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I want to see you get to a point where you are openly eating yourself into an early grave. Where your fat is clearly having a huge effect on you but you keep joking and laughing about how big you are getting.

I want to hear you admit that you want to die as a young fatty and that you think you will look hot as you get laid out in a morgue.

I want to tease you every night about my plans for you, I want to remind you that I won’t phone an ambulance for you as I rub your belly. I want to let you know that I can’t wait for your heart to give out, that I’m going to be so excited when you finally eat yourself to death

With how fat I am and how fat I want to get ( no stopping growing) I will die young from all the fat that is building up on me. Every greasy bite I take pushes me there faster and faster

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I want to make sure you constantly have food around you, that you are always snacking and gaining weight even after you have been warned about your heart.

I want to see how excited you get as you keep getting fatter. I want to see how turned on you feel as you keep getting fatter all whilst knowing that your heart is at risk of giving in at any moment.

I want you to make an effort to gorge yourself until your heart gives out. I want to hear you make jokes about not making it to 30 as you stuff yourself with more food. I want you to openly admit that you expect to die very young. I want to hear you tell me that you think you will look great in the morgue.

When the fatal heart attack does come I want it to be a disaster. I want it to be that the swelling and pressure in your heart actually bursts a ventricle. I want you to know straight away from the pain and the sensation that your heart has burst and that there is no saving you. As you get so scared about what you have done to yourself.

This is exactly how I want to go out. I need to drink more shakes today and really push more in.

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Feeling your heart health deteriorating like you mentioned must be amazing! Does your doctor have any particular concerns?

The doctor has concerns about it and has me on medications to help, which means I am able to make myself worse.

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High blood pressure is perfect for heart issues! The strain of pumping blood so hard through such an enormous body will make your heart muscle thick and stiff, making it even harder for it to function. Before long your heart will be as enlarged as the rest of your body, just as it should be. How heavy do you think you can get it?

As thick and massive as my body can take before it pops and bursts under the strain of my ruined fat body.

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I want to see you completely let go and allow your appetite to ultimately get the better of you. after the doctor has already warned you that despite how young you are, you are at serious risk of a fatal heart attack.

I want to see how worried you get when you go for a cardiology check up and they tell you that your heart is already swollen to twice the size it should be. I want to see you look down at your belly as the doctor explains that your chest is like a ticking time bomb because of how clogged your arteries are. As you shed a tear and promise him that you will start to diet, all the while knowing that you are just going to keep getting fatter. I want to see it as you start to get turned on as the doctor tells you that your heart is in so much trouble.

After the appointment I want to see how easily I can convince you that you deserve takeaway. I want you to tease me and roll up your t shirt, slapping your gut and asking “don’t you think I’ll look so good in a coffin?”

I want you to be cocky, openly joking about how fat you let yourself become just as you start to feel a crushing pain in your chest.

I want to see you smile and bite your lip as you realise that there is no saving you, as you feel yourself dying.

I love this so much. Messages like this get me really going and make me want to eat a straigh stick of butter rolled in sugar. (which I did after reading this.) I always love to be mock, teased, berated for how much I have ruined myself.

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What state is your health in? I bet your poor heart must be struggling.

My health is in a decline for sure. I can't stand for too long, simple tasks make me sweat like a pig ( lol.) I get winded so easily, stairs are a no go now, My back hurts from moving my belly when doing anything for a while. My blood preassure is sky high, my muscles are weaker, and my body is a mess.

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Curious about the milkshake you mentioned in your last post, can you write down the list? I have a few friends that may enjoy using it to get bigger

It is a pretty easy recipe that can be tailored to tasted. My got to extra gainer shake starts with Heavy cream, maltodextrin, and a bit of high quality butter (not a lot.) then from there I like to add things in based on what I am feeling. Some times nutella, other times a bunch of frozen fruit, maybe my fav ice cream. Then I add whole milk until it is a nice drinkable consistancy. As for measurements, I just go with what my heart wants and what tastes best to me.

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Do you have any heart issues?

I do have high blood pressure and am developing them. It is very hot to feel it getting worse

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I’m newly into fattening myself up, do you have any starter tips?

Sorry for the long delay. Life has had me busy. A nice tip for any starting gainer is working on capacity. You might feel the urge to stuff and expect huge gains, but the way to get grow to happen is to work on capacity and stretching your stomach. So instead of a crazy stuffing spree, try eating until you are full. Then taking two more bites. And then wait until the full feeling starts to fade then take two more bites. Try to maintain being full for as long as you can.

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after you have let yourself become so fat that your doctors have warned your heart is swollen and you have advanced heart disease…I want you to laugh in the car and rub your belly. As you look up at me, sat in the car not quite sure what to do with you. I want you to take your t shirt off and let your gut flow out in the passenger seat.

I want you to laugh as you run two hands down your belly, I want you to turn to me and tell me: “the next time the doctor sees this gut it will be in a morgue if I’m not careful!”

After a few minutes of rubbing your own belly, hands up and down your gut and squeezing at your chest, you will smile as you feel your heart struggle

Afterwards you will turn to me and ask “please make sure this gut and fat doesn’t go to waste, I want you to have fun with me babe” at which point you start to panic as your heart doesn’t feel any better.

In the end your heart gives in and there is no saving you

This got me going so much! I pounded back an extra large malto death shake and gulped until my belly felt like it would burst. I need to gain even faster

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I was just wondering. So you have any tips for absolutely letting go and becoming a lardridden mess?

I have found just letting your stomach guide you as a good place to start. If you want to go more extreme, Maltodextrin and heavy cream into your diet will destroy your waistline so quickly. It is a lot of calories in a small package. Also don't try to go whole ham at the start. Work your way up. Another easy trick is to start your meals out sweet and finish with fatty or savory. The sugars will actually make you hungrier. And another trick that is super easy is to fill to your full point, then take one to two more bites. The best way to turn into a blob is to stretch your stomach and work on capacity.

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All I can think about is encouraging you to keep eating yourself into an early grave.

I want to be there as the doctor tells you that you have early onset heart disease. The moment when they explain that your heart has already started to swell under all of your fat, despite how young you are. How there is no way you can reverse damage like that. How they are worried about how quickly you might have a heart attack.

I want to be there as you stare down at your huge gut and get in the car after hearing what the doctor said. As tears roll down your cheeks and you realise what you have done to yourself.

I want to see you roll your t shirt up over your belly and tell me, choking through tears, “this thing is going to kill me babe”. I want to see you get annoyed and frustrated at what you have done to yourself, as the reality kicks in. I want to see you turn around and tell me “you better look after me, you fucking did this to me and now it’s going to kill me”.

I would lean over and run a finger down your huge distended gut and remind you “no turning back now”.

This got me going so much today, that I am doing only gainer shakes for the whole day. A seep burning desire to make myself worse, fatter, more ruined for all the people hoping for my poor heart to pop. My body is a lard tank. It has one purpose: To eat until I explode.