♡ Gluttonous pig ♡

I don’t want control anymore. I don’t want choices. I want to be tied down. Strapped to the bed, wrists pinned, ankles spread wide as my overfed belly spills over the sides. Tight, round, groaning from the sheer volume I’ve already crammed inside.

I want to be turned into a helpless feeding experiment. Tray after tray, bowl after greasy bowl, shoveled into my open mouth. Moaning, drooling, whining around every mouthful, but still swallowing. Always swallowing. I want to feel the food pile up in my gut like wet cement, until I’m trembling, red-faced, stretched taut like an overinflated balloon.

No breaks. No mercy. Just gluttony.

Until I’m a bloated, sweaty, whimpering mess. Barely able to speak, too full to move. Belly high, firm, angrily distended. Tears in my eyes, breath catching in my throat with every pitiful burp.

And then… the funnel comes out.

You tilt my head back. Slide the tube past my lips. Thick, sludgy gainer shake starts pouring down. I can’t stop it. Can’t fight. It’s too much, too heavy, too rich, and it’s still coming. Filling every last crevice of my ruined stomach. I can feel it sloshing, my belly gurgling and rising higher with each desperate swallow.

I moan like a thing possessed. Not human. Just a pig. A vessel. A gut meant to be filled.

I want you to keep going. Until I’m too full to make a sound. Until my belly is a tight, round globe. twitching, overstretched, obscene. Until I’m crying from the pressure, the fullness, the helpless need to be even bigger.

not in the fun flirty way. i mean actually, literally, take me apart. feed me until i can't walk without waddling, until breathing feels like a chore, until my body is nothing but soft, heavy proof of your obsession. i want to be swollen with indulgence, stuffed past reason, spoiled beyond recognition.

i want to wake up in a haze of hunger and syrup-sweet affection, only to be greeted by another round of force-fed breakfasts in bed. i want you to look at me like i'm your prize pig, your project, your possession.

i want the teasing, the pressure, the constant, creeping growth. i want the way you’ll sneer when i say i’m full, the way you’ll smile when the scale creaks louder every day. I want your hands everywhere, greedy and proud, shaping me like clay into exactly what you want.

no escape. no diet. no mercy. Just feed me.

i want to be broken—beautifully, thoroughly—by appetite.

i want to be yours in the most obscene way possible. a thing you keep fattened, pampered, and pumped full of calories until i’m unrecognizable. until i'm helpless. until my body is a bloated, quivering monument to your obsession and my surrender.

don’t just feed me. force me. hold me down and pour milkshakes past my lips until i’m whining and leaking and begging you to stop, even as my gut growls for more. make me cry from fullness, then coo in my ear about how proud you are. tell me i was made to be this soft, this greedy, this round.

push me to the brink. watch me struggle to lift myself from the bed you’ve made my prison. slap the side of my belly and laugh when it jiggles for seconds after. make me wear tight clothes just so you can watch them give out, seams snapping like they’ve finally admitted defeat.

you said you wanted a pig? then feed me like one. treat me like one. no dignity, no limits. spoon after spoon, bite after bite, until i’m gasping and drooling and too heavy to fight you. make me need you to eat, to move, to breathe.

make me forget who i was before you turned me into this.

Going to get baked all day and eat until i physically cant anymore

They feed you food with an insane amount of calories and then laugh at your bloated belly.

They force you to wear clothes that don’t fit you to a date night at a restaurant and order you greasy fatty food while they get a salad. They don’t even let you speak.

They buy you clothes that are twice your size and squish your lard in the mirror and tell you you’ll be able to wear it soon cause they’re not done fattening you up.

They come up behind you while you’re gaming and stuff food in your mouth and laugh at you if they find evidence of you snacking beforehand.

They tell you you need to start working out because you’ve gotten too fat then order you fast food.

“One more bite” over and over and over again until you finish it all then they say “I can’t believe you ate all of that. You’re such a disgusting slob”

If you're into death/dark feedism

Grab my hips and squeeze them and jiggle them around and tell me “Damn, someone’s been eating the house dry you pig”

Laugh at me while I try to squeeze into clothes that fit me months ago, remind me of how big I’ve gotten.

Make food too accessible for me, and when you see me, point at the garbage and say “No wonder you’ve gotten so fat, look at the mess you’ve made!”

Remind me that I let myself go.

Point at every little inch of my body that’s gotten rounder, softer, and fatter.

I've been out for a hot minute 😂 it's my birthday next Thursday (18th) and I've been running through plans a hell of a lot, but! I've settled on this:

I want this next week to be the most indulgent, fattening, gluttonous week so far. I don't want to go a single second without snacking, stuffing, eating.

If you'd like to sponsor a stuffing, want to send encouragement, or just want to watch as I descend even further into obesity and brainlessness, I'm here all week 🫡