You used to have such an athletic and confident stride. Now you have a slow laborious waddle. It's no wonder with how much you've grown. Your legs touch all the way to your knees, belly hangs down in front of your thighs like a heavy apron. Each step fighting all the fat you've piled in the way.
It turns you on what your doing to yourself doesn't it? Your desire to get huge is so obvious. The hungry lust filled look that comes over your face as you try to decide what greasy fattening take out to order for dinner each night. How you take off your shirt and undo your pants before you eat, knowing they will only make you uncomfortable. Meals don't stop when you are full, they end when you couldn't possibly fit another bite inside you.
Leaning back when you finish rubbing your swollen stomach muttering to yourself "God I'm such a pig" or "I gotta slow down". But deep down you just want to be a pig, who never slows down. Who ends up "too fat".
I bet with the slightest nudge and encouragement, I could help you find a little more room couldn't I piggy? I could use all your gluttonous desires to push you beyond any size you had ever fantasized about. To make you as fat as I want you to be.




















