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okay, piggy. prove it. drink this shake every day for the next few weeks and watch what it does to your body.

ingredients:

Base:

2 cups (16oz) heavy cream 800 cals

1 cup of whole milk (add more or less depending on your desired thickness) 150 cals

A pint of melted ice cream (must be "premium" ice cream like Häagen-Dazs or Ben & Jerry's) 1,000 cals

2 servings of Mass Gainer powder (Cals are for the Dymatize Super Mass Gainer Rich Chocolate, but use whatever brand you can get your hands on) 2,500 cals

Half a can (7oz) of sweetened condensed milk 910 cals

(Optional) 1 cup of frozen banana

Add-ons:

1/3 cup of chocolate syrup and/or caramel sauce 300 cals

4 tbsp of peanut butter or hazelnut spread 380 cals

1 cup of mini chocolate chips 800 cals

1/2 cup of marshmallow fluff 165 calories

Whipped Cream (for topping)

note: these are very approximate calorie estimates based off of some very basic google searches, so they could be totally off. i'm a slut, not a scientist, so make your own calculations if you please.

Throw together your base of heavy cream, whole milk, melted ice cream, mass gainer, and condensed milk into a blender.

Then add your chocolate and/or caramel syrup, peanut butter and/or nutella, marshmallow fluff, etc.

You should skip the chocolate chips and choose an ice cream flavor without a ton of chunks/big pieces if you're planning on using a funnel.

Blend everything together, top with an obscene amount of whipped cream, and then drink up every drop like the greedy piggy you are.

This shouldn't be something that you have to choke down; substitute and add whatever sickeningly sweet toppings and add-ons that you like until you become addicted to the taste. Play with the recipe, try adding maltodextrin or melted butter or a box of cake mix. Do anything and everything to make this shake as easy to add into your daily routine as possible.

Just the base of this shake alone without any add-ons should add up to be over 5,200 calories. Do you have any idea how fat you're going to get if you're adding an extra 5000+ calories on top of your already unhealthy/high calorie diet? Imagine if you blended in a couple of those add-ons. You'll be exploding with fat in no time.

at first i let you delude yourself into thinking i’d ACTUALLY let you lose weight, when you told me you were down two pounds, drenched in sweat and looking miserable as you poked at the plain chicken and rice you were supposed to have for the third night in a row. i kissed you and told you i was proud of you, and gently nudged you as i suggested giving yourself just one cheat day. you’ve done so good on your diet, you deserve one cheat meal! you look hesitant, eyeing me with suspicion but eventually agreeing, your desire for something rich and fat and filling overtaking your fear of ruining all your progress. after a moment your cheeks flush with shame and i hear you mumble, “can we order mcdonald’s?”

the food arrives and i can’t help but get turned on watching you devour everything in front of you. after weeks of keeping a calorie deficit, making sure you stayed under 1,500 calories a day, counting carbs and fats and staying away from anything processed, now you could really indulge. and indulge you did. i thought maybe weeks of fasting would have decreased your capacity, but before I could blink you had finished two cheeseburgers and were quickly unwrapping a third, an empty box of fries resting in your lap while a second half eaten one rested on your plush thigh. in between bites you washed the food down with a shake, and cleared the cream from your mouth with soda, loud wet burps ringing out. by the time you had finished, you’d packed away 5k calories in a single meal and I knew any progress you had made was gone.

you tried to get back on the wagon after that night. you doubled down on going to the gym, the weight wasn’t coming off as quick as you had hoped & nothing you could do could get rid of that extra weight stretching out all your old gym clothes. you bought a big jug of protein powder and asked for my help preparing your workout shakes while you got ready in the morning, so of course i accepted.

was it helping you that i was adding double, triple the amount of powder it called for, so that every one of your drinks had a baseline of at least 2,000 calories? was it helping that I melted peanut butter and poured it into a mixture of milk & heavy cream, and topped it off with a chocolate boost shake? was it helping you shed any weight when you’d drink half your “protein shake” on the way to the gym, just to end up so full and bloated that you’d decide not to go in, and nap in your car? then come home to me and pretend like you had a hard, long day in the gym, feigning fatigue and hunger and begging for a little “spoilage” in the form of another cheat meal?

you had been trying to lose weight for three months at that point but when you stepped on the scale, even I was a little shocked to see the number flash: 214.6

you had started at 195, managed to drop down to 192, and then somehow ruined all of your progress and gained it all but plus almost twenty pounds. you looked down in shame and I pulsed with arousal, watching as you finally took in what i had been watching happen all along: you ran your fingers across the new stretch marks on your hips and on your lower belly, grabbed a handful of the plush fat that covered your once angular hipbones, shook and watched the fat hanging off your belly jiggle, sucked in as you realized you could no longer see your feet around your permanently bloated gut, and squeezed at your softening chest. when you looked up at me, your eyes were filled with fear as you realized what you had done to yourself. what i had done to you.

✨guess I’ve outgrown these🤭✨

Jiggling my fat gut at you in hopes that you’ll keep blowing up my belly 🐽 I need more so much more. Who cares about my silly health concerns anyways? Sugary fatty food is more important for my growing belly anyways! Limits? Don’t know what that is. All I can think about how good fatness tastes hehe 🐖 would I make a good blue ribbon hog? 🏆

Blow up my belly please let’s get me to 300 then 400 and then…… more? 👀 god I can’t stop eating. I don’t think I can anymore! Fuck let’s turn me into the biggest HOG in this community. Are you up for the challenge?

c*shapp: $hvnkrock

V*nmo: hvnkrock

Wide.

Huge.

Big.

Enormous.

You always notice when I do itThe way my hand drifts down distractedly, the way I shift and watch the soft movement out of the corner of my eye.

And you never let me pretend you didn't see it.

"Again?" you ask.

I smile.

Because the truth is... I like the feeling. The gentle weight of it. The way it moves so effortlessly. The way it reminds me that it's there. I move it again, slower this time.

And for a moment, all I can focus on is that sensation. Soft. Heavy. Comforting.

You keep watching, amused by how fascinated I seem with something so simple. But it doesn't feel simple to me.

It feels real. A quiet reminder of every indulgent moment, every extra bite, every little choice that brought me here.

He was stuck, pinned beneath his own weight and stuffed too full to move. She stared down at him with that deliciously evil smirk of hers, as she slowly tipped up the gallon of fattening shake.

“Keep going piggy, halfway there”

She emptied the first jug, holding the funnel up to make sure every bit of it filled him ever bigger. She reached out to caress his gut, like one would with a pet.

“You’ve grown so well for me baby, but we have so much more to force into this body of yours. Just lie back for me and keep swallowing, enjoy the ride”

She grabbed the next jug and began to relentlessly tip more fattening slop down the funnel. He was sweating bullets, swollen tight, and horny beyond comprehension. She had recently bought him a vibrating cock ring, to ensure he stayed hard and horny while he gorged. The more he associated sex to being stuffed, the easier it was for her to grow her hog. The ring kept him rock hard and leaking, but never allowed him to cum. He had outgrown the ability to jerk himself off months ago, as he begged and whined for her to help him.

She loved the feeling of dominance and ownership she felt for him, knowing his sexual relief was reliant on how and when she decided.

As his belly swelled dangerously taut, she could see him meekly clench and shift his thighs, desperate for just the slightest friction to cum. She chuckled, as the last of his shake finally flowed down the tube. Once it was empty, he loudly spit the tube from his mouth, releasing a loud belch, and a pained groan. He gently massaged and jiggled his gut, hoping the pressure would be enough, but he still couldn’t cum.

Between wheezing gasps, he begged, “please, I need to cum, it’s been weeks. I’ll do anything, just let me cum once.”

She tilted her head in false inquiry and chuckled, “oh? Anything I want? That’s quite the ask piggy.”

She placed her finger on her chin, acting like she was deep in thought, as if she didn’t already know.

“Tell you what piggy, get on all fours, and come over here and kiss my boots. You do that, I’ll make you cum as much as you can handle tonight.”

His eyes grew wide, as he whined, “but….i can’t move…”

She brought her hand to her ear, as if she didn’t hear his quiet retort

“Oh? You seemed eager to move earlier when the pizzas came, now you’re too full to move? Nice excuse piggy, guess you don’t want me to help you”

Her tongue moved around inside her cheek, as she hummed a teasing tune.

He let out another weak moan, as he attempted to shift his weight forward. As his belly jostled, more pained burps forced their way out. Cream and food remnant coated his chins as he slowly reached the edge of his love seat, a love seat he was slowly filling. He tried several ways to lower a knee to the ground that didn’t bring pain to his swollen form, but he decided to just push through. He fell to his knees with a heavy thump and loud cry. He whimpered as his knees shook from his massive weight. He fell to hands and knees with a piggish grunt as his belly fell heavily to the floor. He burped and moaned as he slowly drug his fat belly across the room.

She laughed and pushed her boot out towards him, like a goddess would to a worshipping peon. He was dripping sweat and snorting for air as he reached her boot. He sucked in a deep breath as he tried to bend down to kiss her boot. He did realize he had gotten so large, that he couldn’t even bend down far enough. She laughed at his pitiful attempts, eventually showing pity as she lifted her boot to his lips.

“Good enough piggy, you earned your reward”

He looked up at her with reverence, excited for his reward. His heart dropped as she walked upstairs toward their bedroom.

“Crawl to the bedroom if you want your reward piggy.”

He could hear her devilish chuckle echo into the distance as he looked up the stairs. What would be a simple set of stairs to people of modest sizes, might as well have been Everest to him.

“Hurry up hog, before I change my mind”

“Yeah…no problem…” he lied between wheezing breaths

A year ago, helping her bring in groceries was a non issue, despite his huskier frame, he still had plenty of bulk. Besides, it was only groceries, it wasn’t like he was hauling rocks. Still, that was a year ago, a year full of laziness, hedonism, and lots and lots of groceries.

As he slowly stepped up and into the house, he tried to maintain his composure, tried to prove to himself he wasn’t as far gone as he was. Unfortunately for him, the sweat stains on his far too small shirt, stained with yesterday’s flurry of grease and sugar, and his sweaty brow told another story, one of the glutton he had become.

She followed behind him, effortlessly carrying the simple bags of groceries, a task she now had to do multiple times a week. It was taking more and more effort to cook and feed him, and he was eating through enough food to feed a family for a week, on a near daily basis now. She watched him lower his bulk into a nearby chair, his ass and love handles basically enveloping the poor thing as it creaked under his weight. This man used to frequent the gym, used to play college football, used to work construction and now he was a wheezing mess from one trip to the car and back.

It’s not surprising, he always had an appetite, one honed for bulking and perfected for beer and junk. All it took for her to make him the hog he was now was a little motivation, or lack there of I suppose. The protein shakes she made him suddenly began to make him swell with fat instead of muscle, something he failed to notice right away. His activity lessened, as she pampered him with all of his favorite foods, freshly made and heavy in calories and substance. The beers he would enjoy on weekends to unwind started to become a daily indulgence, and when he was feeling buzzed, his appetites, both culinary and carnal, grew. She pampered him, pleasured him, and worshipped him as he swelled, and he took it all so willingly, like the obedient hog he was.

She left and returned with more groceries, while he still tried to catch his breath. He hadn’t moved much the past week, and he was realizing it now. Since he was let go from work a couple months back, he didn’t have much reason to leave the house. Plus, she made sure everything he wanted was within arms reach, so what reasons did he really have to leave the couch? The poor hog, oblivious to just how much he was growing, while his once defined and honed muscles began to turn to jelly.

Once he finally recuperated enough to stand back up, she grabbed his shoulders from behind and gently guided him back down. “Don’t worry baby, I’ve pretty much brought it all inside. Just relax, no need to worry yourself. How about we just relax today? Maybe watch a movie or something? How’s that sound?” She placed a box of snack cakes on the table next to him, his favorites.

“Now, why don’t you head to the living room, while I sort through these groceries. I bought some stuff to make some homemade pizzas, figured you’d love that, right?” She wrapped her arms around him from behind, making sure to feel up on his massive gut while she did. He couldn’t complain about the idea, in fact, he never complained. Why would he? When she made sure he had everything he could ever need or want? He agreed easily, grabbing the box of sweets like it was his treasure.

“Shhhh…quiet now, pigs don’t talk, they eat. Now be good and open up”

She stroked his cheek lovingly, wiping away the sweat dripping down his face. She snuck in a hefty pinch of his large, flushed cheek. Her finger scratched under his large double chin, like one would to a pet, as she brought the next doughnut to his mouth.

“Don’t upset me now, we still have half a dozen to go, then maybe we can discuss a break. Consider yourself lucky I’d even consider letting my hog rest, pigs don’t usually get that choice. Thank goodness you’re so cute, and pitiful. Now, open up…..that’s it….good boy”

She shoved the other half of the doughnut into his mouth, as he let out a whimper and forced himself to chew. She placed a hand on the largest swell of his gut, giving it a rough jostling and firm slaps. He moaned every time his gut was forced to move. He felt like he swallowed a boulder, and couldn’t believe she had grown his appetite to be so immense. He always fantasized living this kind of life, submitting to a feeder, growing recklessly and losing all inhibitions. He knew it would be hard and painful, and he thought he was ready for it. What he did not expect, is just how ruthless his girlfriend would get as he grew.

It started as roleplay, kink exploration, and slowly became more concrete from there. Occasional stuffings slowly became nightly affairs, then morning session were added, until now, when every meal felt like an eating competition to see just how much more she could stuff into him.

She became more enthralled by letting her feeder fantasies free, finding a partner who not only accepted her perversions, but begged for them. She was shy and nervous when she first force fed him, worried she may overdo it or make it awkward. Those fears slowly died as he grew, and now she couldn’t imagine a life without glutting a pig multiple times a day. She became obsessed with the control, the numbers rising on the scale, and just how pathetic she could make him every day.

“Two more doughnuts pig, don’t make me ask you to open again”

She roughly pinched his nipple, seizing the opportune gasp to shove more sugar and junk into his mouth. She picked up the last doughnut, rubbed it against his nipple, then forced it into his mouth, even though he hadn’t finished the last. She stared at him, as she bent down to lick the frosting from his engorged nipple, giving it a firm bite when she was finished. Her hand rubbed his gut slowly, up and down, occasionally lifting up his heavy belly hang and letting it drop. She never knew someone could feel so soft and heavy, she had always imagined it but now that she was living it, it was so much more exhilarating.

“Please……I finished…help….please…”

It hurt him to talk, even breathing felt like a struggle, but he to needed her to help him.

She smirked, knowingly exactly what he was asking

“Oh? Does piggy need to go to the washroom?”

He shook his head pathetically, not that

“Do you want me to help you to bed for a nap?”

Again, he shook his head ‘no’

“Oh, maybe piggy needs some….relief?”

He whined and nodded, trying not to move too much

“Does piggy want me to crawl under all this lard, search through all those rolls to find that pathetic little cock of yours, and make you cum? Is that what you want?”

He whined louder, not wanting to admit it, but unable to hide how aroused this made him.

“Well, unfortunately piggy, I had to make sure you ate everything…again! You’re too pathetic to eat it all yourself. So…no!”

She laughed devilishly at him, watching his will crumble

stuffing him till he looks like me 😵‍💫