gluttonous goblin girl

Trans girls deserve to be fattened up into the hottest, greediest obese pigs imaginable.

I love picturing them starting out all slim and delicate, then getting slowly ruined by a strict hand that controls every single calorie they swallow. Their hips spread wide first, turning into thick, plush shelves that sway and jiggle with every step. Those skinny thighs balloon into fat, heavy pillows that rub together constantly, forcing them to waddle like the stuffed sluts they're becoming. And their bellies? Flat little stomachs swelling out into huge, soft, hanging guts that get heavier and rounder every week, covered in stretch marks like the filthy badges they earn for being such good feedees.

The fatter they get, the sexier and more feminine they look. Their tits swell up bigger and heavier, sitting on top of that massive belly, bouncing everywhere. Their asses explode into wide, fat, heart-shaped shelves of pure jiggling softness—perfect for slapping, grabbing, and watching quake while they struggle to move under all that weight. Cheeks get round and puffy, faces softer, giving them that pampered, brainless, well-fed glow. They turn into ridiculous, exaggerated hourglasses: massive hips, thunder thighs, enormous hanging bellies, and heavy tits that scream "fertile fuckpig."

There’s something so fucking hot about watching them break. The heavier they get, the more submissive and desperate they become. Waddling instead of walking, whimpering when they’re too stuffed to stand up on their own, moaning like whores while their rolls get kneaded and slapped. Every new layer of fat makes them softer, hornier, and more helplessly feminine. They were built for this—to be kept constantly full, constantly growing, turned into docile, addicted fat pigs who live for the next meal.

> I don’t fear becoming a Milk Machine™.

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.

I seriously can't stop thinking about this 😵‍💫

Having someone who's just completely mine, no social life, or any other distraction except for what I let them see

Waiting all day for me at home being a needy mess, and as soon as I'm there, I just start feeding them, telling them how cute they look, how good they are for finishing their food, maybe I should just feed them more, some extra pounds couldn't hurt right? They have no saying it their own image, just letting me fatten them up until I'm happy

I'll buy cute outfits and make them try them on. Maybe they're a size too small, but I'll still watch as they struggle to button it up

I can imagine how I would feed them until the clothes tears apart, the buttons giving up under all the fat I'm putting in them