Fattened Queer Hog

God I love being fat livestock for people

feeder who makes me try on all my old femboy clothes and teases me as each piece tears and rips trying to contain my new pudge 🥺🥺🥺

I think boys should be kept well fed it is vital that they never go hungry and their bellies are always full and that they get plenty of rubs and kisses and extra snacks whenever they start to feel peckish again even though they are so so full and sleepy and they whine with each time they swallow and and and

and when they start noticing that their pants fit tighter and that their shirts hug their belly sooo well now and that they went up a belt notch or two and their questions get drowned by another treat in their mouth and instead of protesting they just mindlessly take it because owhy of course, they want to be good for you, and you want nothing more for them than to be fed and happy, and

Gaining isn’t really stressful when everyone’s so encouraging. It’s less mind over matter and more, let’s turn this fucking brain off completely. Moulded into greedy slutty mush. Don’t think, don’t worry, just eat, enjoy.

Your belly is meant to be ridden with red streaks. Who needs hickeys when I can make you mine by stretching you out. Walking with your ill fitted t-shirt gut drooping under your shirt, with random passerby’s walking and watching. The red bright marks I put on you completely unable to ignored letting everyone know you’re my hog. The embarrassing fat display of how let go you are will be my sign of marking you. But you don’t mind cause you’re to busy thinking bout your next meal anyway like the cow you are.

Being tied to the bed for a month with someone to funnel feed me a gut wrecking amount of butter, cream, sugar, and oil every hour of the day just to see how damage could be done to my health would be an interesting experiment 🤔

getting stuffed then fucked in front of a mirror so i can see how all my fat jiggles. you pound into me so i can’t control my burps, my bloated gut wobbling everywhere. i literally can’t look away because theres a mirror on every wall, you want me to see exactly how much fat we’ve packed onto my body and how much is digesting inside of me right mow