🔮just a witch fattening you up to eat you👄FFA. 🚫18+. nsfw. This is a place to appreciate some beautifully ballooning bellies🎈
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a feeder who secretly adds mass gainer and lactation hormones to all the food they make me, until I’m not only the size of a house cow, but until I have big, milk-filled udders to match
a feeder who sees how confused I am at how big I am and why I’m leaking milk, and so sweetly offers to hook me up to a milking pump after meals til we figure out what’s going on
a feeder who teases me all day and stuffs me silly before milkings, only letting me finish when I’m hooked up to the pump— just to keep me entertained while the machine does its job, they say. a feeder who completely reconditions my mind to associate pleasure with being stuffed to capacity and milked.
a feeder who completely turns me into livestock before I even know what happened.
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A single phrase when said, nudges you in the right direction towards the body of your dreams. Why it is a half measure and not a full transformation is a mystery to me, likely to introduce some spice into the urban legend.
I am self aware of my desires, and I know what that phrase would do to me. I've pushed myself in the right direction already.
I'm a natural skeptic but this was a hot concept nonetheless. So I searched.
At first it was benign musing of magic weight gain spells and the like, but I knew I had to dig deeper if it were real.
A link to the internet archive, a real feast or famine.
This time, a forum link from 2009. A bizarre comment from an anon necroposted 7 years after a previous commenter. With one phrase it said #### ######### ######
I sat back in my chair, the leather creaking slightly under my current weight, and spoke the incantation aloud to the empty room.
Instantly, a supernatural tingle shot through my spine causing goosebumps across my body. A low warmth generated in the pit of my stomach.
First was utter shock that it had worked, next was the bewildering notion that magic is real, but then the realization that my dream is happening took over.
When I stood up, the first thing I noticed was the gravity. My center of balance had shifted entirely.
I stopped dead in front of the mirror.
My standard black t-shirt, which had been perfectly comfortable when I sat down at my computer, was already stretched taut. A pronounced, undeniable curve of soft, heavy flesh pushed stubbornly against the dark fabric.
But it certainly wasn't finished.
The low warmth turned into a wildfire, I audibly gasped
The fabric of my shirt groaned, riding up as my belly surged outward, expanding with an intoxicating speed.
My thick rubbery ring poured over the waistband of my boxers in waves of newly formed flesh
My thighs thickened, brushing against each other with a dense friction that hadn't been there a minute ago.
I raised my phone with trembling hands and snapped another picture for proof. The thought of sharing the phrase occupied my mind for a moment, before the utter reality of my immense proportions crashed me down.
The effects of the spell settling, my shirt now acted as a second skin.
My breathing was heavy, labored by the sudden burden of weight on my entire body.
I needed real tangible evidence
I.... waddled? to the bathroom and felt the cold tire sharp on my feet.
I took a deep breath and stepped onto the digital scale.
I had to lean forward and suck in just to peer over the newly acquired swell of my enormous spare tire.
The LCD numbers flashed at me;
299
A warm rush of arousal told me one thing, it was up to me to get over 300.
2nd picture is a real picture of me, rest are ai generated. all writing is written by me
wanted to try something different, i know creative works with ai are somewhat controversial but I believe in this use case it's simply a tool to expand human creative capabilites.
I am moving to a big city and I am eager to encounter a bunch of young 20-something bucks. I want to operate the slow ones and turn them into horns pigs.
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Is that the training suit you bought when you were still trying to lose weight after the first pounds you put on, fatso? It looks like you just completely gave up on working out and trying to lose weight, ‘cause now you’re wearing that far too tight training suit to gorge on multiple full meals in one sitting. You’re really always hungry, right, you greedy piggy?
Maybe I’m a pet breeder and I need something more exotic to make money in the market. I’d remembered a story of people in the swamp-lands keeping domesticated slimes, but that wasn’t heard of in the colder, drier area where I live. The slimes wouldn’t be spread out in this environment. Instead, they’d keep in clusters around what natural water sources there were.
The more affluent citizens in the area often kept water features that could support a slime or two. That would be my target audience. First though, I would need to find a way to reliably breed the slimes. They could be elusive, and their clustering behavior would make them more formidable in numbers.
That’s where you come in. You’re a fresh academy graduate who specialized in monster ecology. Eyes bright and eager to please, I could use your enthusiasm to my advantage. I tell you I’m trying to better understand slime breeding habits. Wanting a chance to prove yourself, you offer to help in any way you can.
You and I head into nature alone to one of the known water sources that the local slimes have formed their clusters around. These are a deep blue with a glittery substance suspended throughout. You murmur to yourself about the coloration being affected by mineral deposits in the lake. I encourage you to take a closer look and pat you on the back. Enthralled by these unique slimes, you crawl down the hill towards them.
You were so captivated, you didn’t notice the herbal mixture I smeared across the back of your cloak. You also didn’t notice the rogue blob schlepping across the ground towards you. At least, you didn’t notice it until it’s sopping mass was oozing up your pant leg. You kick and roll around to try and dissuade the mindless thing from going further. It only serves to catch the attention of more of them.
The herbs were a special blend I shipped in. It’s out of season here, but slimes tend to recognize it as a sign that it’s time to reproduce. You ask me to help. I tell you that I couldn’t possibly interfere with all this data I was collecting. While slimes weren’t the brightest, they were hard to grab and heavier than they looked. If it were only one, you’d have a chance. With three of them already on you, your chances of escape were quickly dwindling.
Your hips are swimming in slime when they finally find a warm, wet place to go. Shock freezes muscle and mind, but the slimes don’t care. To them, you’re the best place to breed right now. By the time you regain your senses, they’re already pressing their bodies into your hole in pulsing bursts. Slime after slime packs into your womb. You had hoped that loosening the belt around your waist would be all the wardrobe malfunction you would suffer. Then your shirt buttons begin to fly off into the bushes one-by-one.
The slimes have filled you such that they press up into your lungs. You’re like a pathetic fish the way you gasp and writhe on the ground. Eventually, I take mercy. Your cloak ties had loosened in all your flailing, so I’m able to toss it off with a stick. Any remaining creatures go after it instead.
Teary-eyed, you can’t help but clutch your straining gut. I’m able to get you standing, albeit barely, with some careful maneuvering. You whinge the whole way back to my shop. So caught up in your discomfort, you don’t think to question why I’m taking you to the basement you didn’t know I had.
You plop onto the lone couch with a grunt. I offer you water. The glass is drained in a heartbeat. You seem perplexed by the sudden, intense thirst welling up. I set a full pitcher by you. You help yourself while I get some things prepared.
Initially, you’re polite and use the glass. The thirst persists though. To avoid wasting time, you grab the whole thing and begin chugging. The sudden deluge of water gurgles in your gut.
I return with some books. Despite the sloshing in your stomach, you quietly squeak out a request for another pitcher. Graciously, I refill the pitcher countless times as I ask you to take notes on your condition. It’s busy work. Your sloshing gut is just pinning you down to the furniture and keeping the slimes complacent as they soak up the water in your body. Exhaustion catches up to you. I offer to let you rest on the couch. We could find a solution to your predicament later. Naive thing you are, you let your eyes slip shut and sleep to cloud your mind.
When you wake, your wrists are bound and a hose apparatus leads into your mouth. You can’t plead or beg with anything more than a desperate look. Water flows into your mouth at a slow, yet unrelenting, pace. You grimace at the unexpected taste, but can only swallow.
“The salinity and mineral content have been made to mimic the lake we found these ones at.” I don’t bother to look at you while I write in my notebook, “my hope is that the similar conditions will keep them happier than the plain well water.”
Your stomach swells as the days go by. With no windows, you can only mark time by when I remove the hose to force actual food into you. You start to get really scared when it’s not just your stomach swelling.
“Water weight, maybe?” I mutter to myself as I measure you like a prize hog. You whine pitifully as I poke and prod your swelling mass with no regard for comfort. You’re like bread proofing in a warm oven.
The swelling only worsens when the slimes decide to get down to business. They swirl and churn in your womb as you’re forced to keep drinking. I keep a close eye on you to try and guess when the newborn slimes would emerge from you. The basement, however, is soundproof. You’re alone in the middle of the night when the contractions start. With each tightening of your muscles, dozens of small slimes pour from you and onto the ground.
When I come downstairs, I find you frazzled and exhausted. The new slimes luckily decided to play in a nearby pitcher of water rather than escape into the walls. Once they’re corralled, I palpate your still hefty gut. I smile.
“Good news! The mature slimes must really like the environment we’ve developed in you. I think they’re going to stay in for another round.”
Months later, you would be unrecognizable. Your waterbed of a belly stretches across the basement floor, teeming with life. Every place where fat could be is packed with retained water. The slimes had somehow altered your body to be the perfect breeding grounds, and I had no reason to dissuade them. Every breath sends a ripple across your whole body. To you, it feels like there’s a lake of your own inside your gravid form.
With all the money selling domesticated slimes, I hardly had to spend time doing much else. My days were spent admiring my cash cow and keeping you hydrated. I take in your shapeless mass and imagine. If you were this adaptable to slime breeding, what else could I do with you?
Congratulations on the transformation, obese porker, it’s not every day you see someone treat their own body like a discarded side-quest. You didn’t just gain weight, you played yourself into a state of biological bankruptcy. You spent two years treating your chair like a docking station, absorbing every calorie of processed garbage as if you were trying to build a human shield of lard around your lack of a personality. You went from being a skinny boy, which was probably just a lack of effort, to a fat chubster because you finally found something you could actually commit to: consistent, habitual failure. You’ve managed to achieve a physical form that perfectly mirrors your gameplay: bloated, sluggish, and completely useless in a high-pressure situation. The only thing more impressive than that 75 kg (165 lbs) gain is the absolute audacity it takes to call yourself a 'streamer' when the only thing you're actually streaming is grease down your chin while you wait for a delivery driver to bring you the only kind of victory you'll ever experience, you greedy piggy.
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i have a regimen i want you to follow. try it for 30 days, and share the results with me! i’ll happily review the results here after you’ve fattened yourself up for me. make sure you take before & after images and measurements, so i know how much your body has changed under my care.
my regimen:
wake up:
- start your morning off with a pint of heavy cream (1,600 calories) before you have your breakfast, coffee, etc for all 30 days
- buy boost shakes and drink 3 shakes per day, every day for all 30 days
- make sure you reach over 10,000 calories at least 10 days during the month, reach over 15,000 calories at least 5 days during the month, and reach 20,000 or more calories at least once during the month
- incorporate 2 more meals into your day. if you eat 3 meals typically, insert another meal in between your breakfast and lunch, and in between lunch and dinner. do this at least 3x a week.
- track how many calories you’re burning everyday (using apple fitness, or some other fitness app) and make sure you’re consuming at least 300 calories MORE than what you’re burning for the day, every day for all 30 days.
- double your B’s: bread, butter, & brownies!
- every 7 days you should go through a loaf of white bread, 4 sticks (1 box) of butter, and a box of brownies. you should prioritize eating all of these in excess.
for optimal performance points from me during your review, try to follow this calorie intake guide:
day 1: 10,000
day 2-10: 5,000
day 11: 10,000
day 12: 7,000
day 13-15: 15,000
day 16: 5,000
day 17-18: 15,000
day 19: 8,000
day 20-25: 10,000
day 26-29: 6,000
day 30: 20,000
i look forward to seeing your results! you wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you?
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