fasten

You know you can't resist the temptation of stuffing your face with delicious treats feeling yourself growing bigger with every bite it just feels so rewarding that's have another and another until your near bursting knowing you'll never be this small again

love fit to fat. Genuinely my favorite. Watching a disciplined woman change and transform into a beautiful BBW and have everyone’s perception about you change as you get fatter and your clothes tighter. Used to go to the gym often, eat healthy, and have a physique many would die for, but threw it all away bc you got a little too comfy. Eating what you like and getting lazy. Enjoying the feeling of a stuffed belly and even a more than stuffed belly. You can’t stop yourself now. It feels too good giving into gouty. Non stop burping, belly tight and bloated, sexy and juggling with every step. Forever getting bigger and fatter. A body filled with lard all throughout it doesn't matter what anyone thinks with those delicious treats in your mouth

you have to undo the button and unzip almost immediately as you start to eat, with a sigh of relief and a few burps, freed from the soft gut now spilling out onto your lap. you’re still aware of the friction on your hips and thighs, that tight, snug feeling. denim just doesn’t have enough give. you keep eating, and pretty soon even the pull of the opened zipper is digging into your soft underbelly, cold and sharp, forcing you to wiggle your jeans further down your hips, exposing your underwear. maybe you discard them completely as you continue to eat, but not without the arousing thought at the back of your mind that soon you won’t be able to button those jeans ever again.

You stare in quiet horror at the soft, pudgy belly spilling over your waistband. You rub your hands over your midsection and feel a thick layer of fat where your tight belly used to be. You can't believe that this is your body. You'd always been skinny, but you let your fantasies get the best of you, and look at what happened. You feel a mixture of unbearable fear and unbearable excitement. You've wanted this for so long, but you never imagined that it would ever actually happen, or that you'd let it go this far. You start to panic. "This is enough. I need to stop, lose the weight, and pretend this never happened," you think to yourself. "Fantasy is one thing, but I can't let myself actually do this." You lean forward and watch your belly spill into your lap, your rolls piling on top of each other, and your panic is replaced by a jolt of excitement. You catch your breath, and throw your hand into your fat belly, feeling a wave of pleasure overcome you as your sink your hand into your pudge. Immediately, all doubt leaves your mind. The idea of getting even fatter makes you so unbearably excited that you can barely stand it, filling you with butterflies. It's the only thing you want. Even if you tried to stop yourself, you know you couldn't. You want nothing more than to feel your body get fatter. Even if that means transforming yourself into a fat girl, with all the embarrassment, tight clothes, and heavy breathing that comes with. Your excitement overcomes your panic, and, with newfound contentment, you decide that tonight is a good night for ice cream.

Need her to casually overeat for me until her mind goes blank and the only way she can get another bite down is if I feed it to her

The thin to fat transition needs to be studied. How do you go from fit, thin, athletic where you’re taking care of yourself, watching your calories, etc to a gluttonous pig who can only think of her next meal? The beginning especially interests me. The switch flip. Outwardly no one knows (or can tell yet) that when you get home you’re going to order enough food for a family of 4 and gorge yourself until your belly is distended and you’re panting with pain and pleasure. You’re surrounded by plates of food and your belly is swollen to the brim. You can’t take another bite but, fuck, all you want is more. Nights of stuffing periodically turn into weeks and one day you wake up and the wobbling gut in the mirror is now who you are. There’s no more hiding your gluttony. And it only goes downhill from there. You have the itch.. you need the next bite, you need to film yourself and watch yourself being the unmitigated fat fuck you were all along. C’mon piggy.. eat up.

Its cute that you think you can hide what you are. You try to keep your appetite under wraps in public and to come off as self-aware and under control but everyone can see what you’re doing to yourself. When you’re eating lunch with friends you may even pretend that you’re full after your first entree but your body doesn’t lie. Your thick double chin, your puffy soft arms, your heavy belly straining your waist, and your plump thighs that force you to waddle. These are all the tell tale signs of a greedy piggy and you’re covered in them. It’s so easy to tell that every night, once you get home, the facade comes crashing down and you turn into the gluttonous fat ass you really are. How else would you have gotten this heavy and out of control? You can’t help but strip down and stuff yourself with empty calories until you pass out. Soon enough everyone will know though, it’s only a matter of time before all of your self awareness breaks down and you start bingeing like an obscene lard ass whenever possible without a second thought. Doesn’t that excite you piggy?

There’s just something so hot about the idea of heavy cream gaining. The fact that you’re consuming almost pure fat, simply for its rapidly fattening effect. At first, it’s a lot. You don’t like the taste and it upsets your stomach. You got a little carried away and guzzled the whole pint, when you had intended to only have a few sips. It hits your stomach like a brick and you immediately have to lie down, feeling yourself expanding in real time as your body fights to digest the calorie overload and store away all those grams of fat. You wake up the next morning noticeably bigger. With that you’re hooked. You have another pint that night, and then the next. On top of all the eating, you manage to gain 5lbs in three days. Your tolerance builds. Now it’s time to level up to a quart a day. Next thing you know it, you’ve gained 35lbs in a month. And now you’re addicted. It becomes a nightly ritual, chugging cream right before bed, knowing that it’s all going to straight into make you fatter and fatter. There might be no stopping you…

This is your sign to do absolutely nothing all day and just eat, doomscroll, eat more, game, and sleep. Do it you gotta, the world wants you to

Oh you poor thing. You’ve lost complete control. You’re such a piggie now. You eat everything put in front of you. You were barely chubby when you decided to give in to the kink. And now look at the size of you. The excess weight has made you so sluggish and you’re more submissive now than you’ve ever been. Someone is going to make you their house pig. It’s so over for you.

It’s so over for you piggies. It’s too late to get your weight under control. You’re completely pig brained now. You eat everything put in front of you. You waddle all that heft to the fridge at midnight to get more food. You get off on all the lard you’re packing on. It’s too late to turn this around, piggies. You’re going to get wider than your bedroom doorway. Your fate is sealed.

I’ve never known a submissive that was able to control their feedee kink. Maybe for a little while, but at some point they break. Something unlocks the kink and the weight just really packs on. And once that starts it’s over for them. The excess weight makes them even more submissive and they get alarmingly fat.