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I’ll push your stomach to stretch out more than it ever has. You do a great job of gorging yourself.. but it’s just not going to compare to when I tie you to a chair and feed you. That moment when you’d stop, thinking you’re so full you can’t possibly take another bite, is going to be replaced by my fingers pushing more food into your already full mouth. You won’t even be able to protest with all the chewing you have to do before you can talk. You’re just gonna have to sit there, probably way too bloated and full to even squirm, and accept what’s happening, accept that I’m going to push you to grow.

And when you finally finish all the food that I set out, and you tell me that you’re so full you can’t possibly take another bite, I’ll reassure you and tell you it’s okay. That you’ve done so good being a proper fatty for me, that watching you consume all that junk and seeing your belly get so stuffed and swollen is so, so hot. As I grab a pint of heavy cream and start mixing it with some chocolate milk, I’ll tell you it’s okay, you don’t have to bite or chew; you just have to swallow.

Good girls funnel weight gain shakes after they stuff their guts. You wanna be good, right?

There’s nothing more emasculating than when your cock is buried under fat. Especially when your wife is responsible for it and doesn’t hesitate to remind you.

I thought it would have been the last thing she wanted. I can’t fuck her anymore. Even when she’s on stop. My cock is almost completely submerged. “Burying your dick under your own fat is better than sex” My wife said this to me last night. Then she grabbed my massive tits and said, “Poor guy, I’ve completely emasculated you.”

I think it’s the sadist in her. Turning my own fat into bondage. My fat pad into a cock cage. She loves when I waddle naked in front of her. How out of breath I get. How all my fat slaps together.

(wg story about being secretly turned into the office piggy)

You weren't worried about gaining weight at your new job, even if it did involve sitting behind a desk all day.

One of the first things you'd noticed when you'd come in for your interview was that everyone was in great shape.

No wonder, either, with all the ammenities the company offered. Free food - 3 meals and a day and as many snacks as you want, prepared by the in house chefs.

Fancy coffee machines, fridges stocked with kombucha and seltzer, a gym and spa on site, massages, a nap room - this place took employee wellbeing seriously.

You could already see yourself getting lean, putting on some muscle. Clearly the office culture was one of discipline, and you were ready to slot right in.

I love knowing the stages of this loss, that there will be so many warnings before he gets there...

First, he'll stard feeling his arms sink into his softness when he plays with himself, but he'll keep eating.

Then he'll notice he's losing length to his puffy fat pad, but his appetite will continue to grow.

Then he'll have to start pushing his belly out of the way just to access whats left of himself, but it'll just make him eat even more like an embarrassing piggy

Then he'll start losing grip, sad, struggling attempts to get off will end in so much sweaty, wheezy frustration... and an uncontrollably ravenous appetite.

But even losing access to his own cock wont be enough, he'll keep going, consuming more and more and more... and more, until there's nothing left, until not even I can play with him, until the only way he'll feel pleasure is when he fills himself to the brim with fattening junk and feels the pressure of his overfilled body pressing on his fully flab encased dick and the jiggle of even the slightest movement of his fleshy body will make him involuntarily cum...

Can you imagine him leaving an all you can eat buffet, whimpering on his way out, a pathetic stream of jizz dripping down his fupa... luckily his ridiculous belly hang hides the stain, but he still has to feel it and be reminded of what a perverted hog he is 🥵.

You’re telling me! She has a way with her hands (and her words) that always makes me wanna take another bite 🥵

(2nd person POV story about a jealous colleague that curses you out of jealousy and triggers your downfall)

{CW: humiliation, degradation, teasing, light slob}

princess keeps growing out of her designer clothes between being fitted for an outfit and the actual event. she actively seeks to outgrow her outfits

doesn't want to be in line to the throne or attend any events, so is desperate to become immobile so she doesn't have to. the sooner the better

her equerry is her feeder. it's not a sexual thing for him, he just does as she says - and she frequently says to buy enough mcdonalds to feed an army and litres of ice cream to funnel her. he's required by duty/job description to fetch all the food she asks for without commentary

alternatively, she's not a willing feedee. although she loves food and how it feels gorging herself, she doesn't want to be fat - she's just naturally too gluttonous and addicted to food at her core, and too lacking in discipline to reject the equerry's encouragement

she's mortified every time she outgrows her clothes and has to withdraw from some royal event because nothing can contain her. practically in tears at the tailors, because the tape measure can't wrap around her middle, and despite the best efforts of all of the staff, they can't squeeze her into her tailor-made outfits if it's been more than a week

she tries desperately to diet in between times and always fails when her resolve dwindles, and ends up gorging herself, so much fatter than before

things that work in both scenarios, and she either loves or hates it depending on which one i'm in the mood for:

paparazzi are all over her. newspapers publish close-ups of her clothes straining at the seams, the princess struggling to get into cars, bets on her weight, comparisons with her slimmer sister, which events she's not able to attend bc of her weight/clothes etc, and generally are very tabloid-y about it

there's a dedicated reddit thread which tracks her weight and size

in the scenario where she loves it, she follows the thread and sometimes posts as a 'cosplayer'; in the darker version, the equerry posts videos of her post-stuffing, in a food coma, pinned down by her bloated belly with grease dripping down her chins, just to humiliate her

but it’s okay. it’s not your fault. 

you’re a pig. pigs are meant to grow. pigs are meant to eat their fill and put on weight. pigs are meant to waddle. pigs are meant to care only about food and the feeling of eating. pigs are meant to be fed well and often, until they’re round and slow. 

To be force fed until I'm sobbing and whimpering. Bonus points if those cries are muffled by more food.

To be tied up and stuffed until the ropes are merely decorational because there is no way I'm escaping by that point.

To be funnel fed shakes after every feeding to make sure my belly is absolutely stretched to its limit.

To be fucked from behind while I eat cake on my hands and knees. Make this a regular thing until I am too fat to do it.

To get so fat I can't do anything but eat and grow even bigger for you.

To be weighed and measured often to ensure I'm gaining fast enough.

To have photos taken of me at every milestone so I can look back on how much I've gained.

To be collared like a good little pet only to outgrow every collar. Eventually, these will be hidden under my chins, but I still want the reminder that I'm owned.

Oh my goodness! You've gotten so big since the last time I saw you! I mean, just look at you. Your belly is stretching out your shirt, your thighs are rubbing together, and your chin is practically buried in your neck rolls. How could you let yourself go this badly?

You're just so fat now. Don't you care that everyone thinks you look like a massive fucking slob now? I bet your arms can't even reach around your fat, bloated belly anymore. Your shirt is obviously 2 sizes too small, especially with that fat belly hanging past it. When was the last time you could even see your feet?! Do you even know how big you've become? I mean, it's almost incredible that you've managed to gain this much weight.

- “you should really lay off of the treats, honey. you’re getting kind of chubby.” as you shove the last bite of a donut between my lips.

- “that’s a big portion baby. you know all that food is just gonna make you softer and rounder, yeah?” after you’ve placed the plate that you’ve piled high for me, on the table.

- “fuck, you’re a heavy girl, huh? since when did you get so big?” as you grope my hips and hanging belly after telling me to sit on your lap

- “jesus princess, might be time for a larger size again, you’re just spilling out of these things” as i try on the pants you picked out for me, knowing they were way too small.

- “wow angel, you’ve really fattened up over the holidays, haven’t you? maybe you should start thinking about that diet.” after you’ve stuffed me with another holiday meal fit for 5.