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Her weight 🤤

Final GIF with this shirt since the cakes stuffing kinda ruined it 😅🍰

Give in.

You know you want to.

You know you Need to.

Let go of doubts.

Thoughts hurt your brain.

Eating feels good.

Let out your inner glutton.

Empty your mind and fill your belly.

Let your mind get floaty and your body heavy.

You’ve been here a while

Going around and around

Almost as if you’ve begun to

Spiral

And your head

It grows heavier

And heavier

Just like your poor bloated gut

It’s grown heavier

And heavier

And heavier

You’re wandering around

Looking for something?

Maybe an excuse for your constant hunger

Something to blame as you’ve gone up another pant size or three

Yet you keep going around and around

As the spiraling goes further

You sink

Deeper and deeper

As your body becomes to feel sluggish

You’re totally lost in a void

Swaying

Back and forth

Your body

Sinks

Deeper

And deeper

And all that’s left for you

Is my words

Guiding you along

And you

Drop deep

Into bliss

I want to see you fatter

I want you to go feral the moment food touches your lips

As if you’ve never had the pleasure of being a greedy hog before

A lie you tell yourself as you can barely masturbate over your new gluttonous body

Be a piggy for me

Embrace a life of food and pleasure

Why should anything matter if you’re not fattening up

Hundreds and hundreds of pounds

A miserable thin body replaced by divine fat

A belly to jiggle to hold and fuck

Be a piggy for me

A piggy I can pamper

Praise

And make you consume more and more

Drop deeper

This is your future

You’ll be a good piggy for me

It’s all you ever need

And you better get to eating piggy

Rip those pants off and start edging

And eat

Don’t stop eating

Until you’re surrounded by take out boxes and finished plates

Don’t stop eating

Edge to your wobbly bloated form

Accept your place as a feedee

As my feedee

And drop

Drop

Into dumb brainless bliss

To be used as a simple toy

Fattened up for my pleasure

Keeping you horny

Keeping you docile

All to myself

As a dumb pig

To do as I wish

Edge more

And accept your future as glutton

Go eat more pig

You’ll be right back here soon enough

Fatter than the last time

And you’ll never stop

Just relax yourself

Take a moment to breathe

Breathe deeply in

Then out

Letting my words

And only my words

Become your only focus

Letting yourself feel my presence wash over you

Rising through your body

As you continue to breathe

In

And then Out

Falling into a trance

Letting yourself

Relax

Deeper

And deeper

And deeper

Into bliss

As my words become your only focus

As my words begin to wrap around your mind

As you fall deeply into a relaxing state

You’ll start to obey

My words quickly becoming your way of life

As you breathe deeply in

And then out

Let me take control

As you listen to my words

And only my words

You’ve fallen deeply under my trance

As I train you to follow me

To be a good piggy

You’ll need to surrender to the feeling

The temptation of living as a pig

Staying full, eating everything presented to you

Laying back and letting gluttony take over

As you breathe deeper falling faster falling further

Sinking into bliss and ecstasy

Gaining weight becomes the only way you can get off

The only thing that turns you on

Is seeing how much bigger you are, how much you’ve managed to eat, how much you will eat

The only thing that turns you on is being a pig for me

Falling deeper into the addiction the feeling of fullness becomes an necessity

Surrounding yourself with obesity

The idea that there is no other way to live

Because you’re a good piggy

Sink deeper

Deeper

As my words are your only focus

My command is your reason to exist

To exist as my hog

You’ll get fatter

No matter what it takes

You’ll grow bigger

And as the weight piles on

Your brain shrinks

Dumber and dumber

Forgetting words

Growing fatter letting your hunger take over

And as my words break into your mind

They become more and more true by the day

Sinking deeper into bliss

Accepting your place as my hog

Being fatter makes you happy

Being happy makes you hungry

Being hungry makes you horny

Being horny makes you obey me

And it will cycle again

And again

And again

As I demand more from you

Needing you dumber

Needing you fatter

Needing you as my perfect pig

And as you see my spiral

You’ll sink deeper into your training

Forgetting everything around you

To obey my words

Whatever you’re doing, wherever you are

When you see my spiral

Your brain will go

Pop

Pop

Pop

Into obedience

To follow my every command

Every trance breaking your will, your old mind

Every trance being rebuilt into what I’ve decided for you

As my hog

As my perfect piggy

And as I release you

You’ll be starving

You’ll need to fatten up

You’ll be desperate

Desperate to be a good, fat, piggy for me

So when you see my spiral

You’ll drop even deeper

Until your mind is warped beyond belief

To where the trance will stay longer time and time again

Until the trance never stops, it never ends or begins

My words, become your life

And as I count down

You will obey

And grow

And eat

So show me you can follow my words

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🌀 Start eating piggy~ 🌀

I’ve been getting the two dollar double cheeseburger from McDonald’s that’s 440 calories after work a couple times a week now before going home and figuring out dinner. Last night I decided to get a double quarter pounder deluxe with cheese and a large Coke before I went to my rock climbing club…

Nap time?

Have not quite gotten all the short grass re-mowed with the reel mower. I stopped around 1PM to go do my trash run, take a shower, grocery run... I didn't end up doing laundry, in part because I was starving and wanted to make pasta.

Half a box of protein pasta (olive oil and garlic with red pepper and Parmesan cheese) + 1 liter of water.

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He doesn’t know when to say no to food. He just eats and eats, and eats, and eats, and eats some more.

We went to dinner with friends the other day and he cleaned his plate… before finishing off mine and our two friends plates as well. (Imagine the portion sizes if my fat ass couldn’t finish my meal!)

It’s so incredibly hot to see, especially since I didn’t lift a finger… He’s doing it all to himself.

He’s not working out as much, and the most recent time he went, he said he had a hard time getting through the workout he was so out of shape.

His shirts are so tight I see his love handles bellybutton through them.

He’s started wearing larger, looser shirts, but I’ve noticed even his sweatpants are getting a bit snug, not fitting over his belly which has begun to hang the tiniest bit… I saw it hanging out of his shirt *and* coat a few weeks ago, which was essentially the hottest thing ever.

He hasn’t done any kind of workout since the last time I posted about him, and he’s eating the same, if not more… It’s like he’s completely lost control all on his own… and I can’t wait for more.

He’s solidly wearing XL shirts. When he lays down wearing his XL shirts, you see a little belly hanging out.

The shorts that were big on him last summer technically still fit, but the little 1.5 inch slits in the hem no longer shut… They’re spread wide open across his fuller thighs. He can’t get the waistband over his belly. His belly and love handles hang over the waistband. The shorts that fit perfectly last summer no longer fit at all. He can’t button them.

When he wears golf shirts to work and tucks them in, you see how big his belly is. It’s really hot to think about new people being hired that don’t remember him doing push-ups when the store was slow. That all they know is this tubby guy. His super-fit boss is concerned about him because he remembers and has just seen him balloon for the past year.

I think he’s stopped trying to work out. The equipment he bought gathers dust in the corner, going unused. He doesn’t even try going to the gym anymore. (He might have canceled the membership.)

He no longer makes his lunch for work - he orders out.

The other day he literally had fast food for every meal - Wendy’s for breakfast (but not Wendy’s breakfast), Taco Bell for lunch, and McDonald’s for dinner. I’m unsure how often that happens these days… But I’m willing to bet it’s more than I’m aware of.

Having sex has gotten harder for him - he gets out of breath faster, his stamina is starting to slip, and our bellies are starting to get in the way a bit… (please note that I’ve maybe gained, lost, and regained anywhere between 1-10 lbs at any given point during the entirety of our relationship, so I don’t think my tummy is the issue here even if I’m still the bigger one…[for now at least…])

I swear I had nothing to do with it - he’s done this to himself. All I do is let him know I love him the way he is.

He’s so hot 🥵 ❤️‍🔥 .

The coat that he wore earlier this year - the one his belly hung out of momentarily- no longer closes. The zipper would need a good four inches around his chest alone to have any hopes of zipping… I’m guessing his belly would need at least 5. His belly sticks out a couple inches from the rest of him.

His XL shirts cling to his stomach - you see his belly button through them, you see his nipples through them, you see his love handles and belly bulging over his waistband through them. If he were to lift his arms high enough, you’d see some soft, delicious belly. They ride up even more than they used to when he lays down.

He’s been drinking liquor more… not enough to become a problem, but enough to take a real toll on his waistline… He doesn’t have a night cap everyday, but I’d be willing to bet he has more than one a few nights a week.

I think his mind wanders to food first these days… We were in the car talking about stupid things teenagers do, and I asked him if he had ever done a donut (meaning the kind a teenager would do in their car), and he replied with “I’ve had a donut… I’d eat a donut for you.” That was so hot, because it was completely unprompted - I maybe fed him a few donut holes one time, more than two years ago. It took everything I had not to ask if he’d eat a dozen in one sitting for me. Later we napped together and I turned myself on thinking about feeding him a dozen donuts and how big he could possibly get for me if I was actually pushing any of this… while giving him belly rubs and feeling up every inch of soft, squishy goodness around his middle.

His belly has gotten even more in the way while having sex… I feel it pressed against mine even when he isn’t breathing heavy, thrusting into me, trying to get off. It’s just there, making things harder for him. It’s so hot to see him struggle.

I let him know I think he’s still hot. He asks for belly rubs every time I see him.

Goodness… He’s such a fatass now… 🐽🥵🐖

For the holidays, I got him some new XL sweatpants and some dress shirts. His belly was 51 inches around when I measured him for the pants back in December - only two inches less than me. His old large sweatpants were getting very tight, and the new ones I got him are starting to get a bit snug. His belly is starting to gently strain the buttons on the new dress shirts… Not enough to get a peek between buttonholes, but enough to tell his belly has gotten bigger. His XL t-shirts have been riding up and exposing the tiniest sliver of underbelly… I think he finally got himself some 42 x 30 jeans, but he hasn’t been wearing them… I wonder if he outgrew them too.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise as he was eating fast food or take out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner almost every day for three months straight. The daily Big Macs, double fries, and soda will do that to you… As well as the breakfast sandwiches, and burritos.

He parks his car on the street outside of his office instead of in the parking lot a block away where he used to go because “The walk was getting long.”

Over the past couple months, he’s been breathing heavier doing simple, everyday things. Sometimes he’s just sitting down, breathing so heavy it sounds like he’s snoring, and I have to look over to make sure he hasn’t fallen asleep. He’s had to catch his breath for a few moments after climbing a single flight of stairs (stairs I handle everyday, breathing normally.) But what made him catch on to his declining fitness was the last time we had sex… While he was thrusting, he actually worked up a sweat and huffed and puffed for 15 minutes after finishing, trying to catch his breath. That’s what made him notice…

But it wasn’t enough to stop him from getting a snack once he caught his breath and asking me for belly rubs. 💖🐖🐽

I think he’s going to slow down a bit… but we’ll have to wait and see.

For now he’s still growing (not on purpose), and this has been the hottest thing to watch him do to himself.

He’s so hot. 🥵❤️‍🔥🥵

However, when we had sex the other day, he literally tuckered himself out and didn’t finish. He was sweaty, breathing heavy, and clearly exhausted himself before giving up completely, stopping, and taking a nap. (Let’s just say that wasn’t an issue for me because that display was more than enough to get me going.)

After the nap, he tried again, and with some effort, he managed to finish. Sweaty, struggling to catch his breath, but he did it.

(Is it messed up that while I’ve never actively done anything to get him this big and out of shape, I kind of want to make it even harder for him to have sex with me, not by making him bigger, but by making *my* belly even bigger, resulting in it being harder for him to get inside me?)

I love my round, soft baby.💖🫃🏻💖

He gets me going in ways he didn’t even know were possible. 🥵❤️‍🔥🥵

He definitely ate at party’s buffet, but I know I ate more 😅… They had a photo booth that we took some pictures at and I looked enormous… (and I’m not that much bigger than him measurement-wise.)

Holiday season is here! 🎄🍩🎅🏼 🍪 🎉 🍫 I’m hoping that he indulges so much that we need to go on another work clothes shopping trip because his button-ups won’t button around his belly… or that he pops one. (Preferably around me.)

After revolving sushi (between the two of us, we demolished 30 plates, including tempura and multiple desserts; I was painfully full walking to the car), we went back to his… and there were sexy times.

While he was on top, flat against me, I felt how his belly sort of folded over his sides a bit and could feel the hardness of his muscle maybe three inches from where his belly folded? I’m not sure this makes much sense, but the softness was APPARENT to me. I don’t think it’s really been apparent to me like that before?

Also, I should mention, my mom has mentioned he needs a new coat because she saw him struggle to fit and zip it over his belly… and the seams by the pockets seem to be giving some… one pocket has started to tear. (And I think suede is a difficult fabric to tear at the seams, unless it’s well worn.) I saw his belly effortlessly peeking out the bottom of a work shirt that he used to be able to tuck in (but no longer can) and the fleece they gave him the other day too, and was a little feral over it… 😳😅

I keep asking myself, how did I get so lucky? 🥰🥰🥰

On Sunday last weekend, we went grocery shopping and my fiancé picked up 2 packages of cookies - the store brand wafer cookies and those stuffed red velvet Chips Ahoy! cookies (and a bag of salad my mom asked for). We went back to my place and he didn’t leave until after 11:30 pm. He had two of those wafer cookies at my place, I had two, my mom had one.

I went to his place on Wednesday and was getting really hungry around 4pm… The cookies are MIA, so I ate a couple pieces of “sour” strawberry licorice my mom got him for his bday. I asked him what happened to the cookies? Y’all, he ate them. All of them. Within two days. By himself. On his own. Without anyone influencing him. Over 2,000 extra calories over 2 days.

(Meanwhile, I’m over here nursing the two packages of Oreos I’ve had for a month…)

He’s already having trouble buttoning his most recently bought suit jacket, and his work shirts expose his belly every time he raises his arms…

How much worse will he be with constant stimulus and me possibly being a bad influence?