Let me be your experiment.
Do whatever you want with me.
Choke me, bound me, gag me, smack my ass and degrade me.
Call me your fat piggy slut.
Roll me over and fuck me while my face is buried in slop.
Feed me while you fuck me.
Watch me wriggle and writhe while you mercilessly stuff my insides.
Grow me real fucking big.
Force feed me until my legs no longer need to be spread with a spreader bar.
Let me pass 600 lbs with ease.
Call me your worthless pile of lard while you fuck my mouth.
That’s the only thing I’m good for is eating.
Use all of my holes. Make sure all 3 are filled.
Stuff cake down my throat until I nearly choke and drown it down with milk.
Fill me with sugar and keep me dumb.
Mold me into your own mindless blob.
Tell me I’m just being used to store fat and my life has no other purpose.
Remind me of how useless I’ve become since getting too fat to even roll myself over.
Even you struggle to roll me over, but you do. Just to fuck me and jiggle my huge ass cheeks.
My ass is growing too big for you to reach anything.
My stomach is permanently bloated with thick gaining shake constantly flowing into me.
Tell me I’ve become a useless sack of lard only to be filled with blubber until I pop.
Whisper how you’ll send me to an early grave just by feeding me to death. Then you’ll move on to the next hog.
Another young life taken by obesity.
Or buried, you should say.
Bring me endless piles of burgers and pizza to devour.
Dump gallons of grease into your feeding tube and don’t stop until my chest starts to tighten.
I need my arteries thick with fat along with the rest of my body.
Organs surrounded by fat.
My options will soon limit.
I chose this life and you chose to enable me.
A life of gluttony with no sense of self control.
Watch me swallow globs of cake batter and frosting.
Hear my monstrous belly gurgle from indigestion that I choose to ignore.
Funnel feed me until there are tears filling my eyes.
Watch as I glut myself up to 1500 lbs.
My arms and legs so filled with fat that they lay uselessly by my sides.
Mounds of fleshy rolls draping over every inch of my body, pinning me down.
More you pump into me while rubbing my plump mound engulfing my pussy, your hand swallowed by two globs of thigh fat.
My body working hard just to find places to fit more fat.
Tell me if I keep going you’ll need a crane just to haul my enormous body out when you’re done with me.
Let me feel like an object.
Something you just want to use for your own self gratification.
My struggling will subside and I will completely submit. It’s the only thing left to do.
To lay like a hopeless hog, too fat to do anything other than eat.
Gorging. Growing. Widening.
Your lust for more of me will blind you.
You’ll be so entangled with forcing me to grow you yourself will become out of control.
Pushing more into me, more food and calories than any human should consume.
You won’t care. You just want your pleasure. Your satisfaction. You want to see the scale only go up and never down.
I’ll be a mess. A wheezing, gasping, heavy mess.
But I’ll have nothing left to choose.
While you play with my body and watch it spread, proud of what you have made.
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