Chef of the Pigs

Especially since you used to take so much pride in being fit... Not much left of that now, is there?✨

There’s no way you can engage in your former hobbies, you’re just too fat for them now. You got too greedy and lazy to ever lose that weight.✨

There’s nothing you can do, so why not try and get even fatter? You love it and it looks so good on you!✨

All that extra weight just suits you so well… It’s almost as if you were made to be fat.✨

So start touching yourself, and see how much more you can eat. I’m sure you can push yourself a little further. A few bites won’t hurt…✨

How horrifying fat you have gotten, with no plans to stop. But, one day, that will catch up with you. Soon your heart will give out on you. You won’t be able to call for help as you have lost mobility long ago. All you can do is sit there, and feel yourself dying.

I see him indulging at the donut shop each morning...

I can't look away. He always seemed squeezed into his clothes, like sausage casing. But... it always comes back to: is he one of us?

Do my stares encourage him and arouse him? Or is it the exact opposite?

Is he one of us?

Does he gluttonously eat in public for the attention, or does he just have an appetite?

Is he one of us?

I want him.

To feed him. To encourage him. To tell him how much I enjoy watching him indulge his extreme appetite.

A life well spent: doing nothing but eating and sleeping, never leaving the bed, being nothing more than a constantly growing tank of fat.

you seem to think that my personal objective is to fatten you up. To enjoy seeing you gaining weight as fast as possible by my hand.

And although that helds some true, it isnt really the process im trying to do.

You see, im not trying to fatten you up. Im trying to make YOU fatten yourself up.

Im just enabling you, im giving you the tools. Im giving everything you need to become an increasingly unhealthy blob of lard. And you fall for it every single time.

I buy extra food? You eat it

I bring snacks? You devour them

I take care of the house? You dont move from the couch

I bring you bigger clothes? You grow to fill them up.

The one burying that body of yours in fat is not me. Its you. It has always been you.

Does anyone want to challenge me?

I want a feeder to make me consume more pizza than I can physically handle.

Although you know you got fat. You spend most of the day still living from the skinny girl mindset.

You consider people in the street Fat, even though they’re smaller than you now…

You bump and stumble into things more now, underestimating how wide you’ve grown…

You expect people you meet to treat you like the skinny girl you’ve always been, but that doesn’t happen anymore…

You feel like you’re a skinny girl in a Fat Suit.

But the truth is, you’re not a skinny girl anymore. You’re a fat girl.

The first impression you make on people is “The fat girl”.

People treat you like the fat friend. Because you are.