Mellow

who will help me get my gaining journey to the next the level? 🐷

Isn't this everything you've ever wanted? A fat belly resting on your chest while you feed it more and more. You get to actually feel it get tighter. Watch it jiggle less and less while you fill it up beyond its natural limit.

Meanwhile I'm moaning and burping in your face.

Once again my wife overdid it and I’m left here in the bed, struggling to breathe and too full to even get sit. 🥵🐷♥️

Tell me in detail how big you’re going to make me, how you’re going to do it and what you’ll do with me afterwards. ;D

For the first couple weeks I stuffed you relentlessly. Keeping you astonishingly full all the time. Letting your stomach grow accustomed to the onslaught of food. You hadn't gained much weight, but your appetite was growing fast.

I only let you cum after eating. Rewiring your brain to make stuffing yourself like foreplay. By the end of the first month, scrolling through food delivery apps was enough to make you desperately horny.

Then I started with the shakes. Every stuffing was topped off with a massive creamy shake to make sure you got that overfull feeling you were now craving. Even going as far as to wake you in the middle of the night, never letting you fully digest. I needed you full always.

When the two months of our deal were over you had gained 20 pounds. I stopped feeding you as we had agreed. You went back to the gym, but after 60 days of no activity you found yourself getting tired so easily. You tried to control your eating, but having increased your capacity so much you never felt satisfied. You longed for that stuffed feeling again, feeling yourself getting turned on at the thought of how much you'd have to eat to get that full.

Then at dinner one day, I was eating a slice of lasagna. While you were eating a small portion of grilled chicken and rice. When something snapped, you pulled the entire tray of lasagna over to you. Not bothering with a plate just eating straight from the pan. Refusing to stop eating, demolishing the whole thing. Sitting back in your chair rubbing your stuffed belly, moaning and hiccuping. I offered to help you to the couch to rest and digest, but you protested "No, I'm not done. I haven't had my shake yet!" I asked if you were sure. You just nodded.

The crease where my tummy sits on my thighs is getting deeper and deeper and holding my vibrator while I eat is getting harder and harder and it's making me want to be fatter and fatter.

“Oh…fuck…”

You whine as I pat your belly softly. You felt it groan in protest from the touch, so full and turgid that even your old faded stretchmarks were red. You were pinned by your gut. Pounds of food and a hard ball of lard hanging from your middle totally immobilized your overfed body. But you didn’t feel still, as the whole world kept spinning.

“D-dizzyy…”

As soon as you opened your mouth to speak you felt my fingers pressing another mouthful past your lips. You whimpered, so stoned and overstimulated that the taste barely registered. You forgot what I was feeding you, but knowing me it was something fattening.

“Stop…please…too f-full!”

You feebly rubbed your belly, fighting the urge to let out all noises of pleasure in your mind as I massaged your nipples. They’d been getting more sensitive as you got fatter. God you were so much fatter than before you met me. Before I turned you into my toy…

“So fat…too fat…”

“No baby, you aren’t. Cause there’s no such thing as too fat.”

You felt something brush your lips. You whined, assuming it was more food. But you realized it was just another blunt. You obediently took another hit as I continued.

“You’re getting huge, but you have to keep growing. I want you to get bigger, so you’re going to. You’re my toy now, and I say when you’re done.”

I pulled the blunt out of your mouth and immediately replaced it with more food. This time it was something sweet, but you couldn’t tell at this point. Still, you chewed. As you were told.

You completely lost track of how many hits and how much food ended up inside you. But in your stupor, one simple thought entered your mind.