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Semi-sequel to this story I wrote a couple days ago. I wanted to spend more time with this character. She lives inside me.

She wakes up. She's fuzzy-headed, bleary, still drunk. She rolls over and rummages around her bedside table for something, anything, to drink. She finds the mostly empty handle of rum she was swigging from before she passed out last night. She brings it to her mouth and gulps desperately. It burns. The burn makes her pussy wet. She gropes and rubs her own soft belly and tits with her free hand.

She stumbles to the kitchen, happily wasted. She hasn't been sober in months. She puts on the coffee, only spilling about a quarter cup of grounds across the counter. While it brews, she lights her first joint of the day. She breathes in eagerly. Her head is fuzzy already, but the weed makes everything feel deeper, more incandescent. She used to roll her own joints, but she's been too drunk to do that for months.

When the coffee is done, THC oil and more rum go into the cup with the creamer and she drinks deeply. While finishing her coffee, she stumbles to the hamper and pulls on a stained t-shirt. She turns on her computer. There's an email from her boss with a list of items to do, and she knows that she can do it all fucked up. She's a master.

She wanders back into the kitchen. She shoves a few boxed donuts into her mouth and grabs two beers out of the fridge. She chugs one in front of the open fridge, gulping deeply and letting the liquid settle in her heavy, round belly. She takes the other back to her desk and gets to work entering numbers and draining beers.

Enjoy 🦇

Script:

Hello darling. You’ve really gotten big, haven’t you?

You’ve really been stuffing yourself.

I can tell.

You don’t exactly get this big from one little binge… from the occasional overindulgence, from a bad weekend…

You only get this obese, piggy, by eating all day, constantly, keeping yourself full and stretched for months.

You’ve been keeping yourself full for mommy. That’s my good boy. I’m so proud of you, angel. I’m so proud of how big you’ve grown, how soft you’ve gotten, what an insatiable appetite you’ve developed. You’re mommy’s plump piggy.

And are you feeling nice and full now, piggy? I think you still have some room right here. I know you’ll eat more for me after I give you a tummy massage. Where do you want mommy’s hands, baby? Right here at the top where it’s taut? Around the sides and middle where you’re bowing out and getting wider and rounder? Or maybe down here at the bottom where your soft ridge of overhang is getting so plush and succulent?

This tummy is purely a result of unadulterated, unbridled gluttony, my obese piggy prince. Pure fat. Pure evidence of your lack of inhibition— your lack of self-control, your repeated giving in.

You stopped getting out of bed because you didn’t feel like it, and now you physically can’t because your legs can’t hold your weight without quivering. You read, you work from home, you watch movies, your intellect is beyond most, but physical ability is mundane. That’s beneath you at this point. Being this large however while there is great struggle, there’s great reward because every need is met. Why worry? And hearing you ask me, command me makes it even more romantic.

“Baby, I need to be changed. I made a mess.” “Baby girl, please rub my legs with the massage oil. Please put the silk pillows under my knees. You know they get sore when you don’t reposition me soon enough.”

“Where’s the pastries I asked for a few minutes ago? I’m wasting away here.”

“Can you just pick up a few more orders for me after work? The DoorDash fees are getting expensive.”

“My love, this fat pad won’t worship itself. This cock needs to be discovered. Don’t keep me waiting much longer.”

Come with mommy and feed her until my belly hurts 🤰🏻🙈🐽🩷

My Firts video👇🏼👇🏼

Pick your personal feederism challenge based on the first letter of your name. You're a hardcore piggy? Pick a second challenge based on the first letter of your last name as well!

A: All and any water you might drink for the next 3 days will be replaced by soda, milkshakes, and other high-caloric beverages

B: Go to Burger King and order 5 burgers, 2 sides and a 32oz/1l drink of your choice

C: Chug 16oz/0.5l of heavy cream

D: Roll a dice, stuff yourself with 1,000x the eye count of calories (roll a 5 -> 5,000 calorie stuffing)

E: Eat until your snack cabinet is empty

F: Go to the store and fill your snack cabinet as full as you possibly can

G: Roll a dice and gain the eye count in pounds. You've got a week!

H: Share the hang, get on your hands and knees and show off how deep that belly of yours hangs

I: Time for inspection. Show off all the new grown folds and rolls you have recently discovered

J: Join the gain-train and put on 3 pounds by next week

K: Know your limit. But to know your limit you'll have to stuff yourself until you reach it first!

L: Lazy day. Take no more than 500 steps today. Preferably done on weekends.

M: Go to McDonald's and order 5 burgers, 2 sides and a 32oz/1l drink of your choice

N: No cumming until you've consumed 10,000 calories. You can take as much time as you need

O: Road to obesity. Your weight gain goal is increased by 25 pounds.

P: Pizza time! Eat 2 pizzas. One just isn't enough, is it?

Q: Eat 1,000x calories equal to your birth month. (June/6 -> 6,000 calories)

R: Rapid gain! Put on 5 pounds by next week

S: Time for the famous Sprite and banana bloating. Chug 48oz/1.5l of Sprite and eat 4 bananas. Let's stretch that stomach

T: Trouble getting up? Stuff yourself until you can't get up. Experience temporary immobility!

U: Ultra-Challenge. Do the feederism challenges for the second and third letter of your name

V: Visible changes. Keep stuffing yourself with at least 5,000 calories a day until someone comments on your weight gain

W: Weight update. Step onto the scale and share your current weight

X: Share your exhibitionism and show off your body with as little clothing as you're comfortable with

Y: Get heavy. Weigh yourself now and then stuff yourself until you're at least 6lbs/2.5kg heavier

Z: Zone out, grab snacks, edge yourself and cum once you're completely stuffed

Gosh, I hate how much I love this haha, and I can only blame one person for corrupting me into this and opening the door to more people >.<.

Just imagine her... once a stunning, graceful woman with curves in all the right places, now reduced to this gloriously engorged, barely-mobile goddess of excess. Her body has become a vast, trembling landscape of pure, quivering lard—soft, heavy rolls cascading over one another, so immense she can hardly shift anymore. Her arms? Useless now. They're far too swollen, too weighed down by thick layers of fat to even lift. She lies there like a helpless, spoiled queen of blubber, completely dependent on her devoted son to take care of every single need.

And oh, how eagerly he does...

He feeds her constantly, pushing her deeper into that blissful immobility with every meal. Sometimes he just slides that thick hose between her plump, greedy lips and pours gallon after gallon straight down her throat—rich, warm oil mixed with melted butter and creamy lard, all sweetened with heaps of sugar until it's thick, savory, and sinfully addictive. The mixture slides down so smoothly, filling her up, stretching her already enormous belly even bigger as it gurgles and sloshes inside her. Her eyes flutter in overwhelming pleasure while her throat works in desperate, wet glup... glup... gluuuup sounds, swallowing everything he gives her without pause.

Meanwhile, he doesn’t waste a second. While the hose pumps her fuller, he grabs two massive handfuls of her heavy, hanging belly rolls and sinks his hard cock deep between them. Her skin is so slick, so greasy and sweaty from all that constant indulgence—no lube needed ever. He just presses his throbbing length into the warm, yielding valley of her fat and starts fucking her with raw, hungry strokes. Every thrust makes her entire body jiggle and quake in hypnotic waves—those enormous tits, her bloated belly, her thunderous thighs all rippling and bouncing for him. The wet, obscene sounds of his cock sliding through her slippery lard mix with the constant glups as she keeps swallowing more and more.

Mmm, they’re just so horny and hungry 24/7, their sexy mothers lovingly taking care of every single filthy need. Teasing them for what a huge fat ass they’ve grown, flaunting that curvy thick body in skimpy lingerie, burying their bloated faces deep between her massive soft boobs, and grinding her perfect ass right on their enormous belly while they stuff themselves silly with the most unhealthy, high-calorie slop.

Their mother keeps those old pictures of them when they were skinny and fit, remembering a time that feels so long gone. What would their friends think if they saw them now? Probably disgusted, even worried sick. But every single pound they pack on just makes their mother prouder… every extra pound dragging them closer to inevitable immobility makes her happier and hornier than ever.

Even when all this started they were in denial and upset, but now they can’t help feeling so fucking horny about it — the heavy weight of their own body imprisoning them, that short, blissful life where all they do is gorge themselves, watch porn, and indulge in the sexiest body they’ve ever seen. (It’s not like they’ve seen many women when they spend all their time at home…)

Which angle do you prefer?

Ohhh you pathetic, drooling little pig... look at how hard you’re shaking already just from hearing two gorgeous, dominant goddesses like us speak. We know exactly how weak and stupid you get when pretty women take control, and we’re going to exploit every last bit of that weakness. From now on your only purpose is to be our helpless, swelling toy — constantly stuffed and enabled until that huge, heavy gut makes you too fat to even waddle to the fridge anymore.

You don’t get to touch us. You don’t deserve to see us naked, you worthless loser. All you’re allowed to do is stare and ache while our tight outfits hug these perfect, heavy tits and juicy asses you’re so obsessed with. We can see it all over your desperate face, piggy.

Now get on your fucking knees right now, you greedy fat-ass. Open that sloppy mouth wide. We’ve prepared a mountain of food just for a pathetic blob like you. We’re tying you down tight so you can’t squirm away, sliding that thick hose straight down your throat while we pump you full, forcing every calorie into that growing belly until it’s stretched tight and aching.

Mmm, and while we stuff you senseless, we’ll be teasing and playing with that desperate, throbbing mess between your legs. Haha, look at you — already leaking and twitching like a horny little slut just from being used. God, you’re so fucking pathetic… and so fucking lovely like this.

Behave for your goddesses, keep swallowing like the obedient pig you are, and maybe — just maybe — we’ll reward this worthless body of yours one day. We know how badly you crave these soft, dangerous curves, these full tits, and this perfect ass you’d do anything to worship. But you have to earn it, fatty.

Until then, your entire world is food, our cruel commands, and endless humiliating pleasure while you get fatter and more useless for us.

Pick your personal feederism challenge based on the first letter of your name. You're a hardcore piggy? Pick a second challenge based on the first letter of your last name as well!

A: All and any water you might drink for the next 3 days will be replaced by soda, milkshakes, and other high-caloric beverages

B: Go to Burger King and order 5 burgers, 2 sides and a 32oz/1l drink of your choice

C: Chug 16oz/0.5l of heavy cream

D: Roll a dice, stuff yourself with 1,000x the eye count of calories (roll a 5 -> 5,000 calorie stuffing)

E: Eat until your snack cabinet is empty

F: Go to the store and fill your snack cabinet as full as you possibly can

G: Roll a dice and gain the eye count in pounds. You've got a week!

H: Share the hang, get on your hands and knees and show off how deep that belly of yours hangs

I: Time for inspection. Show off all the new grown folds and rolls you have recently discovered

J: Join the gain-train and put on 3 pounds by next week

K: Know your limit. But to know your limit you'll have to stuff yourself until you reach it first!

L: Lazy day. Take no more than 500 steps today. Preferably done on weekends.

M: Go to McDonald's and order 5 burgers, 2 sides and a 32oz/1l drink of your choice

N: No cumming until you've consumed 10,000 calories. You can take as much time as you need

O: Road to obesity. Your weight gain goal is increased by 25 pounds.

P: Pizza time! Eat 2 pizzas. One just isn't enough, is it?

Q: Eat 1,000x calories equal to your birth month. (June/6 -> 6,000 calories)

R: Rapid gain! Put on 5 pounds by next week

S: Time for the famous Sprite and banana bloating. Chug 48oz/1.5l of Sprite and eat 4 bananas. Let's stretch that stomach

T: Trouble getting up? Stuff yourself until you can't get up. Experience temporary immobility!

U: Ultra-Challenge. Do the feederism challenges for the second and third letter of your name

V: Visible changes. Keep stuffing yourself with at least 5,000 calories a day until someone comments on your weight gain

W: Weight update. Step onto the scale and share your current weight

X: Share your exhibitionism and show off your body with as little clothing as you're comfortable with

Y: Get heavy. Weigh yourself now and then stuff yourself until you're at least 6lbs/2.5kg heavier

Z: Zone out, grab snacks, edge yourself and cum once you're completely stuffed

Feedee Edition!

Roll a d20 to get your challenge for the day

Breakfast stuffing: get a dozen donuts and eat every last one (if it's Krispy Kreme make it 18). 

Worth the weight: hop on the scale and take a picture of the number. Do it again at the end of the day. Share the results (and impress whoever you share it with)

Moisturize Me: get comfy, get naked, and get in touch with your body as you slowly lotion every inch of yourself.

Consequences: for every 200 steps you take today you need to eat 1000 calories. Be mindful of how much you're moving your body.

Planks: set a timer for 3 minutes and get in plank position. Every time you have to pause the timer for a break is another 500 calories you need to eat today (make it 1000 if you're under 200 pounds). 

Pizza party: get a large pizza and finish the whole thing (make it 2 if you get thin crust)

Low Hanging Fruit: Get on all fours and take a picture. Show someone how low your belly is hanging these days.

Self care day: get comfy and surround yourself with your favorite snacks. Relax today and graze while doing all your favorite low effort activities.

Probable pounds: Roll 2d4. You need to weigh that much more (in pounds) before you stop eating tonight.

Empty calories: get at least 2500 calories from drinks today (you're probably going to want a milkshake or 2)

Extra large thighs… I mean fries: treat yourself to your favorite fast food and make sure it's over 5000 calories (it's okay if that means you need to treat yourself for 2 meals, you deserve it)

Find your max: count calories and stuff yourself until you physically can't anymore. That's your max. If you've already done this once, make sure to beat your last score.

Quiet contemplation: turn off all media and set a timer for 10 minutes. I want you to lay down, get comfy, close your eyes and just spend this time exploring your body. Has it gotten bigger? Softer? Where do you feel most sensitive?

Touch yourself while you stuff yourself: get in touch with your hedonistic side by masturbating while you eat. Don't cum until you've had at least 2000 calories.

The best shape you'll ever be in: do as many situps or pushups (your choice) as you can. Subtract that number from 20 and then multiply by 500. That's your calorie goal for today (if it's a negative, multiply by -1 and add 2000 calories)

Just Desserts: in addition to your normal meals today, you're going to eat at least 2500 calories of desserts. 

Cupcake game: find your favorite piece of feedist porn/fic/etc. Every time you start getting turned on, eat a cupcake. No touching yourself until you've finished all of them. (This works best with longer stories/videos)

This still fits: put on your tightest clothes that still “fit” (you can actually get them on your body) and take a picture from whatever angle makes you look fattest. Post it if you feel comfy or share with someone privately.

It's about the process: cook your favorite recipe and eat the whole thing for one meal. The dishes can be future-you’s problem. Just enjoy yourself for now.

warning: dark morbid themes with this one so if not your thing stay away

You open your eyes to that dripping sound again. A slow steady drop that pulsed into head and matches the ponderous heartbeat you feel in your chest. You know it's either the insulin or the remnants of shake in the tank above your bed. Oh how you hoped for the latter. A sugary, greasy taste lingers in your mouth as you sluggishly raise your head, looking up towards your feeding tube hanging tantalisingly above you. Instinctively, almost without thought you move your head toward the nozzle of the funnel, carefully placed just in reach. You could still technically move your arms but anything more than trying to lift those plush lard filled sacks you call your upper arm leaves you wheezing and breathless. This was much easier anyway. It was second nature at this point, years of sucking down fattening slop had meant you have almost perfected the art of it, if it could be called art. As you suckle the remnants of the shake, you lift a hand up and rubbed your chest, it always got tight when the taste of the cream filled concoction hits your lips and you can feel the rhythmic thump speed up as you run a hand across the single tally mark tattooed on your chest like a badge of honour.

It was funny really, you'd never meant to get this big. You'd always craved it though - deep down. Pushed it away, forced yourself to be normal. It just came back stronger though every time. Every indulgence, every sweet treat, every sneaking glance at the calories you've inhaled. Your secret. Not that it can ever be anymore. Your bloated frame cant fit a bedsheets, let alone clothes. No hiding the hedonistic corpulence that overtook you.

You utter pig.

There's no turning back, there never was and you know it. You are as much to blame as anyone, you're no better than fattend livestock at this point and you relish that. Every milestone a trophy to your greed, your addiction. Your gut hanging past your knees, oxygen cannula to waddle, your final steps. You live for it, as much as you can call being an immobile lard pile living. It's your purpose.

You exist to grow.