fuck, you've really been letting yourself go lately, haven't you?
it looks like you finally gave into that lifelong urge to get massive, to spend all day stuffing your face so you can add inch after inch onto your steadily thickening waist. still, i think both of us are surprised at how far this has gone. i doubt you ever expected to let yourself get this fat. wasn't it just a few months ago you were saying that you just wanted to indulge for a bit and maybe gain a few pounds along the way? that plan obviously fell through the second you realized how addicting it was to become my personal piggy. to have my desire for you grow stronger with every pound you gained, to have my hands constantly on your body as i coax another 3,000 calories down your throat. you didn't expect to get hooked on my praise, my teasing, the lustful look in my eyes when i come home to find you making an absolute pig of yourself as you lay back on the couch like a beached whale.
with your diet consisting mainly of greasy takeout and junk food, it was inevitable that you'd "put on a few", but those 25 pounds of fat rapidly turned into 40. then 65. now you've put on at least 80 pounds and aren't showing any signs of stopping. you've turned this fun little kink experiment into your lifestyle and the foundation of your everyday routine. instead of starting your mornings with a run, now you wake up with a bloated belly from last night's stuffing and a funnel in your mouth. you're becoming more gluttonous by the day. you used to only ever eat dessert on special occasions, now you're regularly eating an entire cake or tub of ice cream in one sitting. you used to drive to the gym 5x a week, now you're a regular customer at every fast-food drive thru in a ten mile radius. you've let every ounce of self control you once had melt away, and you still think you can eventually get back in shape?
maybe it's partially my fault you've become such a food addicted pig. there's no denying that i've been loving the results of your "new lifestyle". i can't remember the last time we fucked when you weren't stuffed past your limits and gasping for breath. i've become more obsessed with your body with every pound you've put on, constantly jiggling and squeezing your newly developed fat and spoiling you with my touch. you love the way i playfully tug the hem of your XXL t-shirt down over your overstuffed gut and whisper "looks like you need to go up another size again, don't you piggy?" still, while i might've helped enable and reward your gluttony, you're the one ordering yourself doordash twice a day and finishing off a family sized bag of chips in one sitting.
face it, there's no turning back at this point, piggy, even if you wanted to. the second you decided to "give in", you permanently became the gluttonous, insatiable hog you were always meant to be. 💋
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