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How far your mind has slipped.

How big you’re truly going to get.

You thought in your head a few pounds wouldn’t hurt.

Eating for a hot girl wasn’t so bad.

You could lose it anyways.

Oh how wrong you were fatty.

You’ve blown up since you’ve met me.

Your belly expanding outward.

Love handles pouring over your sides.

Jiggling like a bowl of jello.

Ass and thighs widening out. Wobbling with every step you take.

Tits swelling up.

Face plumping up.

Yet you’re blissfully unaware.

Gorging your little heart out.

Packing pound after pound onto your body just because I told you to.

I just keep watching as you finally become permanently addicted.

A glutton forever.

Having her so spoilt and helpless that you need to buy her a little shower chair to sit on while you wash her fat rolls.

Teasing her and making her shy at how each day she feels heavier when she sits on ur lap.

Slowly conditioning her into having more than regular portion sizes, enabling her greedy habits and rewarding her for being a good girl.

The pillory closes around your head and hands and you immediately feel the fear and thrill of being locked in. "Ah, this looks great on you, piggy." You feel my hand grip a handful of fat hanging from your exposed flank. You try to turn your head to watch what's happening behind you but the holes in the wooden clamp don't allow for much movement, so your only choice is to accept being groped like a piece of meat and as you anxiously wonder what will happen next. I pinch and play with the fat of your exposed rear.

"I'm going to enjoy this," I say as I caress the sagging fat rolls spilling over your back and hanging off your sides. Your body jiggles a lot as I manhandle it and I can tell you're nervous and horny. So good. I walk around to face you, enjoying seeing the nervousness and naked arousal written across your face. It's an exciting situation. Your body is exposed and restrained, totally at my disposal. I'm practically salivating. "I hope you're hungry, pig. I have quite a feast prepared for you." You nod in agreement, grunting lightly-- like a pig. Of course you are, you always are.

I can see that being locked up like an animal is exciting you and you're already starting to pant lightly, your soft, plump body beginning to heat up and quiver in anticipation of the forcefeeding that's soon to begin. Your mouth waters. Your soft flesh quivers with anticipation and desire. You know what's coming next, and you need it desperately.

We don't wait long for you to begin your meal. I bring slices of pie and shove each into your mouth. The apple-cinnamon taste washes slides fills your mouth and soon you feel the weight and pressure of the sticky, sugary treat as it fills you and settles heavily in your belly, adding to the burden of its hanging mass. Its soft flesh stretches as I stuff more and more into you, every bite making you increasingly horny. Next is cheesecake. Bite after bite. Slice after slice. Your pussy more and more excited with every morsel I shove into you. You moan and gasp, as your fat tummy has stretches painfully and wonderfully with more and more and more and MORE fattening dessert is forced into your stomach.

I continue with no regard for how your body feels about the strain, and it's driving you wild. I can hear the little grunts you make every time I force more and more of it down your throat. Your stomach feels so swollen, the skin so tight, but I still force an entire tub of cake frosting in. It's so much, and it's so good. Finally I stop for a moment and a pathetic whimper escapes your lips as the massive amount of food settles heavily in your overburdened belly. The pain in your distended belly is incredible but that does little to slow the ache between your thighs.

I grab your growing lovehandles and jiggle them for a moment, enjoying how the movement of your soft flesh travels from your exposed rear to your flanks. The sound of slapping meat is absurdly erotic as I fondle the rolls and flab on your helpless, bound form, your face turning red and your moaning turning breathless and desperate. Your belly looks so deliciously bloated… My hand comes to a rest, caressing it as my gaze slides along your body.

Your eyes are glazed, unfocused, and your mind unable to focus on anything beyond the desire burning between your legs and the wonderful pain of your aching, engorged belly. I watch, amused at the little squirming motions of your bulk and your labored breaths. After a few moments of allowing you to suffer through the intense sensations washing over your fat, overindulgent form, you groan in anticipation of more to come and begin to hump the air. I slap your fat ass. "Slut! Have some patience!" I scold mockingly as I grab a handful of belly or thigh or back. The pathetic, muffled squeal sends shivers down my spine and hardens my cock. I walk back out of your sight, and when I return I am carrying a large bag full of some heavy liquid with a tube attached, which I stick into your mouth. I watch in satisfaction as you begin slurping on the weight gain fluid, powering through your painfully overstuffed belly. Your cheeks are bright red. The bag empties itself slowly, while you just continue to drink. Your breathing has become so labored. Every exhale sounds like an agonized moan of pleasure. Really, it's driving me wild too. But it's no fun if I show it.

As you are preoccupied with slurping down the thick concoction, I walk out of your field of view and then you feel my hands grip the thick love handles on your flanks. You squirm, your rolls and handles jiggling, as I begin fucking your restrained body. With every thrust I rock you against the stockade and make you slurp down more and more of that thick weight gain formula. I grab the pillory's top board to use it for leverage. Your fat body shakes as I fuck you from behind as you desperately suck down more fluid into your belly. The feeling is exquisite, your overfull gut jiggling, your body clenching and gripping. The pain of being overfull only heightens the experience.

What 3,000+ Calories A Day Does To A Girl~

They say you can have “too much” of a good thing, but I beg to differ, especially when that “good thing” includes comfort, stability, and being looked after.

Seeing the effects of indulgence in your visceral desires on your once toned body is so erotic.

Every pound added on the scale is a reflection of a want fulfilled, a want that being trim and fit never provided.

Every inch added around your middle can be attributed to being so well cared for, so well fed, that not only can you allow yourself to eat more, but you can buy more clothes, bigger clothes, to cover (or show off) your figure, one so much fuller than what you had when you committed your life to fitness.

Every new roll, every stretch mark, every pair of jeans that struggles and struggles and finally refuses to button show that you are, at last, living for you. And honestly, seeing someone unashamedly pursue their sexual desires is so hot. I love it when people want more, and go and get it. I love it when more shows up on your body.

Like, it’s such a lovely concept. You finally feel comfortable enough to settle and relax, enjoy some good quality time with your partner and the result is a widening waistline, the number on the scale rising and your clothes shrinking.

A few “Let’s go out for a dinner date" and "I have brought you your favorite pastry" later and the waistband suddenly sits a little snug, your face has rounded out with puffy cheeks and a slight double chin.

You spend most of your time with your partner cuddling and lounging on the bed or couch, munching along while watching movies. Not only your life gets soft and lazy but you too. The once little pooch you had, turned into a belly that juts out no matter if you stand or sit, surging forward into your lap and jiggling softly with every move. Your pudgy hands -on which your wedding ring already got stuck- reaches for another cookie, another plate, another little sweet treat.

And the best part: Society accepts it even. "Oh, you’re just happy and enjoying life" "It’s normal to put on weight in a healthy relationship" "Your wife/husband must do their job good in taking care of you"