Just a Belly Lover

There is nothing sexier than being hand fed more food than your belly can handle 🗣🗣🗣

@mochiibabiifeedii‘s legendary six month weight gain!

-poking someone’s soft belly and saying “you’ve gotten a bit rounder recently”

-coming up behind someone while they’re eating and squishing their belly and telling them that they look cute with all the weight they’ve put on

-patting their belly after they’re stuffed and full from a meal and saying “you’ve got quite the appetite”

-rubbing their tummy while they’re painfully stuffed and saying “aw, did you accidentally overdo it?” in a teasing tone

-grabbing their plush sides that are too big for their tight waistband and telling them their lovehandles are getting thicker

-telling them how they’ve really let themselves go in the recent months, and that you absolutely love it

-grabbing their thighs and pointing out that their legs have gotten all cute and plump too

-making sure there’s always extra of any meal you make for them because they’ve been eating larger helpings recently

-saying they’ve gotten “more comfortable” and “softer” recently but loving that they’re able to relax

Tools You may Use~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

• WEIGHT GAIN GOAL DATE CALCULATOR

• GAIN CALCULATOR

• BMR CALCULATOR

• MYFITNESSPAL

• FLIPP

• CALORIC INTAKE ESTIMATOR (select: Muscle Gainz)

Other Beneficial Links~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 How to Gain Weight:  

25 Foods that will Make you Hungry: 

Weight Gain Foods: 

BMI stock Charts: 

BMI Comparison Charts (40-80BMi demonstrated): 

Body Composition: 

Volume of the Human Stomach

TERMS TO KNOW~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

BMR | Basal Metabolic Rate. what your body needs calorie wise in order to sustain its vital functions (return to zero, aka if you laid in bed all day doing nothing what your body needs calorie wise to continue fueling itself)

BMI | body mass index

GW | Goal Weight

CW | Current Weight

LW | lowest weight

Immobile | to be bed bound, in this case as a direct or indirect result of weight gain.

FA/FFA | Fat admirer. Someone who identifies as being attracted to people who may fall along the spectrum of fatness (in obvious varying degrees)

Encourager | Someone who may or may not identify as a feeder who likes to see others eat & possibly gain weight. Often the softcore end of the FA spectrum

Feeder | Someone who either in person or online is interested in spurring or causing another person’s weight gain.

Feedee | Someone who wants to be fed to gain.

Foodee | Someone who loves food, is passionate about the culinary arts.

BHM | Big handsome man

BBW | big beautiful woman

BASIC THEORY~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

How does a person gain weight? In theory, whenever your calories IN are more numerous than your  calories OUT, you will see weight gain. My personal belief is this gain is compounding, as weight increase generally means activity decrease, thus being easier to continue to gain weight over time as much as your BMR will be directly impacted by your gain (more calories needed to sustain/maintain higher weight). For someone who is accidentally or unintentionally gaining, this usually looks like <500 calories more than their required BMR in a day. 500cal+BMR/BMR would in theory result in 1lb of weight gain in a week (52 weeks in a year = 52lbs). For someone who is intentionally gaining, it isn’t unheard of for someone eating a surplus of 1500-3500cal a day to see 1lbs a day (1500-3500+BMR/BMR a day = 3-7lbs a week) or 150lbs-374lbs in a year (both numbers are dramatically noticeable gains if you are hoping to do so in secret). With the help of an online encourager (and from my personal experience) you can expect to see upwards of 5-20lbs in a month gaining, while those with in person feeders often see more aggressive results. Use any of the above calculators to get your BMR as a base line - and the Prokerela calculator if you have a target date for your weight gains (ex: if you were 180lbs today and wanted to weigh 400lbs in 18 months) and it will provide you your approximate necessary caloric intake to get you to said weight by the date.

TECHNIQUES ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Overview: Additional tips and tricks, methods - some old “wives tales” and other unproven sentiments.

1. Don’t drink water before or during meals. Water is a necessity, but we hear about using water as a substitute for other drinks & drinking between bites as a means to lose weight, not gain. Drink (homo) milk instead.

2. Stop drinking 1-2% or skim milk! (160 calories versus 40-75 per serving)

3. Use creamer (10%+) instead of milk in cereal.

4. Eat more often! Despite the “benefits” of gaining to be had from putting “your body into starvation mode”, this isn’t healthy nor is it a viable option in the long run. 

5. Use bigger plates & fill them!

6. Weigh yourself & keep logs of calories in & out, as well as weight !

7. If you are having a hard time because you have a fast metabolism, or have a natural inclination to be athletic/muscular - double, triple, or quadruple your current food intake !

8. Intermittent fasting can be beneficial, however try to limit food intake to hours in a day versus staggered days of eating & not eating - 12PM-8PM for example, or 12PM-12AM.

9. Nuts & carbs are your best friend.

10. peanuts, cashews, and olive oil - yogurt, fruit pies and granola bars are all healthy fatty snacks as well 

11. (Stolen from Wikihow) Eat late at night. Without even upping your food intake, changing your eating times can facilitate the weight gaining process. Have a big dinner late at night and after that? Pile on dessert. A recent study shows that people who snack after 8 p.m. have higher body mass indexes (BMIs) than people who don’t nosh at night, even though they don’t eat significantly more total daily calories

12. Eat fast food.

13. Buy snacks you love, and buy them in bulk on sale (check flipp app for coupons/flyers, go to Costco etc.)

14. Eat meal replacement snacks as a second snack or between meals.

15. Grazing can be a good maintenance trick for people trying to rewire their brains to lose weight, but consistently eating (making sure you have a snack in your hand or within your arms reach) for 10-12 hours a day is a surefire way to put on weight.

16. Use desjardin breakfast drinks, ensure, k brand, or other stir-in meal replacements in your milk on top of your meal.

17. High fat foods and high protein foods will be a major help.

18. Limit your physical activity ! Fuck walking, drive. Fuck taking the stairs, be lazy !

19. Make friends in your community that also enjoy gaining weight, or feeding - hell, even make some plus size friends who love to go out and eat- the power of having friends around who also want to snack all the time is lucrative !

The most common, basic concepts we have of dieting center around calories.

We need a certain amount of calories to survive.

Eat more calories than that, and you get fat.

Eat less calories, and you lose weight.

The key assumption around this model is that the energy a body uses (the calories is needs and burns) always stays the same; it’s a flat line.

But it isn’t.

TOTAL ENERGY EXPENDITURE (TEE)

Studies show that when you reduce the amount of calories that go into a body, the body reduces the amount of calories it burns.

Think of it as money. When money is coming in by the bucket load, you’re likely to spend more. But when money gets tighter and tighter, you put a brake on the spending.

The more you restrict calories, the less calories your body burns. How much? 10%-20% weight loss makes a body burn 300-400 calories less per day.

At that rate, the average 500 calories-less-a-day diet doesn’t cut it anymore. The target reaches a weight and can’t get under it. The only option is to reduce calories even lower, which makes the total energy expenditure lower yet.

DIET REWARDS ON LESS CALORIES

At the beginning of the diet, cutting 500 calories is really 500 calories less.

A bit further into the diet, and the body starts to put the brakes on burning calories.

Now cutting 500 calories while the body burns 300-400 calories less is just cutting 100-200 calories.

At that point, any break in the diet is overconsumption. Reward yourself with half a bag of chips (500 calories), thinking you’ll flat line because you’re eating your base amount of calories, and suddenly you're overeating.

ORIGINAL WEIGHT TIMELINE

You start at the common 2000 calories needed/day - 500 calories = 1500 calories = weight loss diet.

You lose weight.

As you lose weight, that 2000 calories needed per day goes lower and lower.

Now you’re looking at 1600 calories needed/day. You’re already on a diet (2000-500 = 1500). Your actual calorie deficit is just 100 calories.

If you eat just a little bit more, you’re still eating less than you used to but now you’re gaining weight because your body only burns 1600 calories a day.

Soon your weight goes up to its original point but you’re getting there at a lower TEE than before. You’re regaining your weight before your body returns to burning a normal amount of calories per day.

And that while you’re still hungry.

Once the body feels safe again, TEE goes to normal, but the damage is done: you dieted only to get back to the original weight faster.

By the time you reach the point where you’re eating the normal amount of calories again, you’re heavier than you were at the start.

The difference is that your new, higher weight is now the body’s new normal. Try to lose it by lowering calories, and the whole slow down process starts all over again.

THE REVERSE IS TRUE, TOO

Silly as it may sound, it works the other way around too.

The more calories are coming in, the more total energy expenditure goes up. A body that is 10% overweight burns more calories.

Same amount of calories, but less weight gain as the body is burning more of those calories.

TEE FEEDER TAKEAWAYS:

It’s OK if your target goes on a diet; diets are weight-gain friends

Helping your target starve herself for a while will make her (re)gain weight faster, more efficient, and more permanent

Listen you fat fuck, I want you to never stop eating. You need an endless flow of calories forced into your dumb mouth at all times. Your gluttoned gut has to grow big for me. When you hear me say, “Its feeding time.” I want you to quiver in fear of me. You’ll know just how much I expect you to eat. You’ll slowly be conditioned to obey me or else I might just feed you until your insides rupture. You’ll be lightly sedated 24/7 with cartoons on the tv melting every last brain cell away while you gorge. I’ll keep you as my big dumb hog living only to grow fatter than the day before. Large portions of greasy fried food blended into a slurry to fill your black hole of an overly abused stomach. You would be conditioned to associate food with sex. Whenever you meet your calorie intake for the day, sex will be the reward. The more sex you crave, the more food you crave. It will be a vicious cycle of food and pleasure.

I hope you’re ready to submit to me.

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A weight gain story containing: massive weight gain, force feeding, funneling, stuckage, dominant Female feeder, submissive male pig.

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*creak *

“Umm….I’m not so sure about this…”

Dan is growing more and more concerned about his predicament. Jamie has been helping him gorge like the pig he is all day; a relentless onslaught at breakfast consisting of stacks of pancakes and french toast, a pound of bacon, a dozen eggs scrambled, a whole pack of sausage and an entire pitcher of OJ. This was followed by a modest brunch of a half dozen sandwiches, loaded with meat, and a gainer shake. Lunch consisted of a plethora of fast food favorites: Chick-Fil-A chicken sandwiches and fries, 50 McDonald’s nuggets with fries, A 8 piece KFC meal, and a few shakes from Sonic. At this point Dan was certain he would explode before the night was done, in fact, Dan seemed to think this on a daily basis these days. It couldn’t be helped, Dan was that much of a weak piggy and his feeder Jaime was all too happy to be the dominant feeder she always wanted to be.

When they had met just over two years ago, Dan was still a relatively small feedee, at least by Jaime’s standards. Dan had been searching for a feeder for years, struggling to fatten himself up the whole time, only managing to go from around 220lbs at his thinnest to around 280 at his biggest. He absolutely loved the feeling of gorging and growing, but he didn’t have the best means to be a hog all on his own and depression and loneliness would often quell his determination. Luckily for him, someone was admiring his photos on his Feabie, and luckily for the both of them they were close to each other. Jaime was a relatively small, feisty woman who was curvy in all the right places. She took the initiative and sent Dan a message, which he was sure came from a catfish account. After talking for a few days his caution began to subside and they started to hit it off. Once they had met through Dan’s Feabie account, it didn’t take too much convincing on his part to arrange a feeding session. Jaime immediately saw the potential in this little piggy, and she was all to happy to have finally found one near her who was so willing to submit to her fantasies.

Their first session and the ones that followed it pretty much consisted of Dan gorging and gorging and gorging until he was sure he would pop, then Jaime would use every trick in her arsenal to get him to eat every single bite left. From Dan’s perspective, this wasn’t really fair. He was already somewhat passive as a person anyway, but his own piglike attitude and feedee fantasies kept him completely at the mercy of easily one of the sexiest, aggressive, and determined women he had ever known, the fact she was also a very dominant feeder just made it even better for him. As the meals passed, Dan’s waistline grew, and grew, and grew. XL shirts became comically snug for him, and were now hers to wear to bed, draped over every curve of her body, like a trophy of a long passed battle. His size 36 pants would barely fit around either calf now, and pretty soon they may need to start looking online for custom clothes that she could just grow him out of. In fact, it seemed Dan was outgrowing more than just clothes these days.

*creeaak *

“Oh piggy, what are you so concerned about? Is it your feeding chair? It is looking a bit snug for you isn’t it?”

That was an understatement. The chair she spoke of was a gift she had made when he hit 350lbs. It was custom made by a friend of hers, with some added bonuses for their benefit. The seat was at least twice as wide as any standard chair, there were straps screwed into the arms, legs, and back of the chair they could use if Jaime was feeling particularly devilish on a given night. The legs were built extra thick to support more weight than usual, with the whole chair itself made out out a strong and sturdy mahogany to ensure it would last. What the builder didn’t anticipate though is what it was built for; more specifically who it was supposed to support.

*creeeeeeaaaaaaak *

“I wouldn’t say it’s snug,” Dan replied embarrassed as the sides of the chair dug deeply into his love handles. Honestly, everything about Dan now could be considered massive, but he grew into a delectably severe pear shape as he fattened up, and his lower half quickly engulfed the chair over time. From her angle, Jaime couldn’t even see the chair anymore, and even if she looked at him from the side, it just looked like a grown man sitting in a child’s chair that was threatening to buckle under a weight it was not built for.

*CREEAAK*

“Whatever you have to tell yourself piggy. Now, lets get to your dinner, you are looking quite famished. First off, why don’t we start with this Lasagna as a appetizer.”

The ‘appetizer’ in question was a lasagna easily big enough for a 4 person Italian family, full of different meats and cheeses. There was so much grease on top of it, you could probably fill a glass with it. As always for Dan, the first bite was heavenly. Moans of pleasure and delight escaped from deep within him, almost in a piglike snort. Jaime kept a steady pace with it, and within a half hour it was all gone. Dan was left groaning in both pain and pleasure, the lasagna settling heavy in his gut.

*CREEEEAAAAAKK*

The next dish was a homemade pizza, made extra large and covered in the same meats and cheeses as the lasagna. The first slice went down with some issue, but Jaime didn’t slow down her pace and Dan had to keep up. He felt close to vomiting by the time the pizza went down, but he’s dealt with this before and he knows he still has work to do.

*CREEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAK*

After the pizza came a bowl of spagetti with plenty of meatballs and sausage pieces dispersed throughout. The food was divine as always, the problem now was the sides of the chair digging uncomfortably into his overstuffed gut, each bite stretching him out a bit more. His fat was spilling out of the chair in all places it could find release. His butt and thigh fat spilled out so far and sagged so heavily that dan was sure he would be stuck in this chair forever. His button down shirt, which was easily the size of a small table cloth, was no match for the day of feeding. Several buttons were gone, leaving only the part of the shirt covering his moobs intact as the last of the spagetti went down. Sauce and meat pieces smothered his shirt and exposed belly, as a burp produced an entire piece of sausage he failed to chew before swallowing.

*CREEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAKKKKK*

“Oh! You hear that piggy? Even your chair is complaining at how fat you’ve let yourself get. The poor thing….i don’t think it will last much longer.” Dan was too concentrated at not bursting to reply. It took all he had not to regurgitate everything he was just stuffed with. The good news was he only had dessert left…..the bad news was Jaime was feeling particularly devilish and determined tonight. Through half closed eyes, Dan watched helplessly as Jaime hooked his funnel mask to his face.

“Are you ready to pop piggy?” Jaime asked rhetorically as she began to pour the gainer shake in. It hit Dan too hard and fast, as much of the initial pour exploded out of his mouth, down his chins, and stained his shirt, cheeks, and belly in thick, rich chocolate shake. He eventually fell into a rhythm he had become very accustomed to as loud gulping sounds filled the room.

*CRRRRRRREEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKK*

New, red stretch marks started to appear on his poor, full belly.

*CRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKK *

The gulping continued unabated for a few minutes, and then, it happened. The sound of splintering wood broke off the force funneling as Dan’s chair finally gave way to his corpulence. The legs crumbled weakly down and outwardly as the arms of the chair were blown away by his love handles. His fat, now free from the confines of a chair big enough to fit three people, surged outwards in all directions as Dan collapsed heavily to the floor with an earth shattering bang. The force of it all caused Dan to spurt out more shake in all directions around the mask as he now lied motionless upon scraps of wood. Dan looked so large like this, fat spilling out in all directions, a dome of a belly rising greatly above him, sitting heavily on his lungs. Wheezes and gasps accompanied his meek attempt to move, but it was fruitless.

“So you remember what you are supposed to do, right piggy?”

You are too nervous and your stomach is kind of upset. This shirt hasn’t fit you in weeks and your pants are digging uncomfortably into your underbelly. You don’t want to do this, but your Feeder has had this fantasy for you for a while now and you can’t possibly disappoint her again, you are not sure you can handle that again. Suddenly she grabs your exposed belly violently and makes you look her in the eye.

“Piggy!? Where are you at? Did you hear what I said? Are you ignoring me?” She is in no mood to repeat herself so you simply nod. You remember the plan, its been swimming around in your mind all night and day.

“Yes Miss, I remember what you said” you reply, too embarrassed to look her in the eye, but not brave enough to look away.

“Good Piggy,” she lets go of your exposed belly and gently pats where the red hand mark is, “I don’t like being mean to you piggy, but you need to learn.”

You simply nod in agreement as she begins to exit the vehicle. “Remember, give me five minutes to get comfortable then you come in.” She blows one last kiss your way, then heads inside. You are sweating profusely, partially from the heat, mostly from the nerves. Your tight, white shirt stained in sweat and barely clinging to your body. You stare at the clock and wait exactly five minutes before you begin to slowly lift your bulk out of the car. You never thought it would ever be this hard to get out of a car before, but you also never thought you would be this gargantuan. You finally heave yourself from the car and begin the slow waddle around the building. She parked behind the restaurant so you would have to walk maximum distance to the door, past all the open windows, dropping jaws the whole way. You try not to glance at them as you walk by, but you feel their gazes burning upon you. A quick glance confirms yours fears as everyone near the windows stares at you in awe and disgust. You revert your eyes back to the ground as you open the front door. You know what is expected of you next.

You look around the restaurant, its packed. She knew the dinner rush would be busy, but you held out hope it would remain slow. You see her seated in the corner and, you assume per her request, you see an empty table about ten feet away from her. That is your stage tonight. As the teenage hostess approaches you, trying her best not to stare or laugh, you mention to her how you have to sit at that table. When she looks at you inquisitively you make up a story about not fitting in a booth; while not a lie, its not the reason. She relents and grabs a menu, then leads you on your walk of shame through the busy grouping of tables, past numerous couples and families, most laughing and remarking under their breath. You fall behind the hostess and she awaits you to finally reach your table, seated in the middle of everyone and in perfect view of your feeder. You ask the hostess to hold your hands for balance as you lower your bulk in the chair. Obviously disgusted, but too nice to cause a scene, she holds her hands out as you lower your bulk. You only pray you can move before the nights over. The hostess sets the menu down and quickly retreats back to the entrance, happy to get away from you. You stare across the room to your feeder. You see she is enjoying a nice salad and glass of water. She smirks at you and lifts the tip of her nose at you, mimicking a pig nose. You begin to get so horny under all your flab, but you start to sweat bullets too. You knows eyes are upon you and you see a waitress approaching the table.

“She is stunning,” You think to yourself, “Why does she have to be stunning?”

“Hello, woa-welcome to Chili’s. Can I get you anything to drink?”

This is just the beginning of your night.

Per your feeders orders you place your phone on the table within arms reach. You straighten out your shirt and you begin your order. “Y-yes. May I please have a triple Chocolate milkshake and one of every appetizer p-please.” Stunned and left speechless, The waitress looks around, “Excuse me?.”

“Please, the milkshake and appetizers please. All of them.”

She cant believe it but she writes down your order and leaves. You want to keep your eyes down but you can feel your feeders gaze. Your phone goes off, with the pig oink notification tone your feeder put on today. Nearby people look your way at the sound and begin to snicker or leer in shame. You dread to look, but you know your orders. You pick up your phone and see a simple message:

“Did you see her face pig!? LOLOL you are quite the show arent you? Better give them their moneys worth hog. Make me proud ;)”

You look over to your feeder and see her laughing to herself, her hand below the table. You are snapped out your embarrassment by a different waiter bringing you your milkshake. “Enjoy it,” he says as he hands it to you, “You fucking Pig,” you hear him mutter under his breath as he turns and walks away. You grow bright red in the face and slowly sip your milkshake as you wait for your food. Your phone oinks again:

“Finish that before your food comes >:)”

You don’t even look over, you take a deep breath and chug the shake down in one go. Some of it misses your mouth and dribbles unto your shirt. You cant hold it back, as a burp slips your lips. The people around you shake their heads in disappointment while one woman gets up and heads to the bathroom, obviously too disgusted to watch you anymore.

Before long your appetizers arrive, carried by two waiters who fill the entire table with food. They don’t even say anything as your belly lets out a loud gurgle of approval at the assortment in front of you. You know what your orders are, you thank them and begin to dig in. Its all so wonderful, and your nerves begin to calm as the food enters your mouth. You cant help but moan in bliss as the wonderful, greasy treats almost bypass your teeth as they make their way to your gut. You continue for what feels like a flicker in time as you realize the intense pressure in your gut. You look down and see that two buttons had popped off in your fervor and your gut is exposed even further. Your food stained face looks around and notices some people have left, but everyone who remain are staring your way. One man nearby with his family even leans in and asks, “Excuse me, but can you fucking control yourself? My daughter doesn’t need to see this, we are trying to enjoy ourselves.” You merely look downwards in shame and continue on.

Your not sure how much time has passed, but by the time all the appetizers are gone you are absolutely stuffed as the waitress brings your bill over. “Excuse me miss, I-I’m not done yet. I’d like to order dinner now.” Her eyes almost pop out of her head at the request, but she pulls out her notepad and tries to be polite. “I would like the steak entrée, medium rare, with a baked potato, extra butter, and instead of vegetables id like a side of fries. I would also like your bacon cheeseburger, medium, no lettuce, tomato, or onion. Extra cheese. I would like your chicken tender meal, and I would like a side of cheese fries as well.” You persevere through the order as she simply writes down everything and leaves. You are relieved to be alone, relatively, and begin to rub your overstuffed gut to try and make as much room as possible. You are fearful of how you can possibly fit anymore in, but you know you don’t have a choice. Your interrupted by your phone oinking again. With a feeling of both shame and desire you read the message:

“You are doing amazing Hog. I came twice watching you pop those buttons and make a fool of yourself. Did you even notice how many people moved their seats or were you too entranced? Haha you fucking pathetic blob. Keep it up lardass, I’ll be watching ;)”

With both shame and pride you glance up at your feeder, she is smilingly devilishly at you, her hand below the table. She gives you a wink and motions behind you. You struggle to turn, but eventually see a group of waiters and waitresses with the hostess. They are all talking amongst themselves, looking directly at you and laughing. Two of the chicks make the pig nose gesture describing you amongst the others as one of the waiters imitates your over exaggerated walk from earlier. Your phone vibrates again and you turn around to see:

“Three times <3”

You simply look down at the empty plates as two busboys come to clear the table. You don’t have the heart to look at them and let them do their business in silence. During your ordeal someone must have brought yet another shake for you. You feel some room being made in your gut and begin to slowly sip on it as you await the next battle.

You are greeted by a couple of the workers who were making fun of you as they bring your food. The table once again covered and one of the waitresses leans close and presents you with a glass full of white liquid, “Don’t worry sir, we brought you extra ranch. We put it in a glass for you to consume easier.” They snicker amongst each other as you set it aside and begin to dig into the meal, starting with the steak. The steak was cooked exquisitely and you are simply in heaven again as soon as it touches your tongue. You alternate your steak and potato bites with whole chicken strips and forkfuls of cheese fries. Its all amazing, and you cant help yourself. Pretty soon another button pops off, clinking wildly around your feet. Your belt is unbearable and you receive permission from your feeder to unbuckle it. As soon as the notch is off, the cascade of lard that is your belly juts forward violently, jiggling in the open. You hear a couple people drop their forks in disgust and immediately request their bill. You pay no mind and continue through the delicious cuisine. The greasy, delectable confections quickly stretch your belly outwardly in all directions as you approach the end of your meals. You have to take it extra slow by the last third of your meal. It isn’t long before you feel the last button give as your entire belly is exposed, taut and firm. You cant continue, you simply cant. As soon as you set your fork down you hear your phone:

“Don’t you even THINK about it pig. EAT. NOW!!!”

You cant look her in the face. You cant face that shame again. You close your eyes and begin to rub your belly with both hands, simply trying to find some room to finish. Your phone goes off again:

“DON’T MAKE ME ASK TWICE”

You dare not push your luck. You survey the remainder. A third of the burger, two bites of steak, some cheese fries, and a chicken tender and a half. You take a deep breath a push onward.

Its absolute torture, the pain is indescribable, but the food is just too good. You are still drooling between bites as the last of the burger passes your lips. You cant help it, but you let out gas here and there, giving you some glorious room in your gut, but emptying the remainder of the tables and booths near you. Once most people are gone you grow at ease and suffer through the last few bites. As the last bite is swallowed you lean back as best you can and let out a loud belch. You cant help but pant as another woman approaches you. You can make out her tag, “Karen Carpenter, Manager.” She is statuesque, blond, a little chubby, but in all the right places. “Excuse me sir, but we need to close up. You have to go.”

“Close!?” You think to yourself, “How long have I been here?” Before you know it the manager leans in close to you ear, “She was right, you really can eat piggy.” You meet eyes with her and she gives you a slight smirk and wink. You know she has to be her friend. “Ill go get your bill sir.” She walks away, purposefully sauntering her hips as she walks away. Your phone vibrates as you try to relieve the pressure in your gut:

“6 and counting Pig ;)”

The waitress approaches your table, holding your bill and a small plate. She sets a large piece of chocolate cake in front of you, “Courtesy of the woman across the way.” She leans in close again, “Don’t worry, its on the house.” She gives you a quick peck on the cheek and she walks back toward her staff. “Once he’s done we will close, in the meantime start cleaning up everyone.”

You look down at the plate. You cant, you just can’t……resist. Before you even realize a large mouthful enters your mouth and is gone. You eat bite after bite, groaning loudly in pain and ecstasy after each taste. You hear your feeder approaching, leaving while the crew cleans up. As she passes you she leans close, and rubs her hand under your nose. You can smell her juices and she simply whispers, “seven,” in your ear. This is the last straw, you grab the last chunk of cake bare fisted and shove it all in your mouth, sending fudge and crumbs all over your face and shirt. The manager approaches to take the plate, “I cant believe how much you ate hog, she wasn’t kidding. Don’t worry, she took care of everything. I hope you enjoyed it, I know I did.” She gives one last wink and loudly declares, “Alright sir, you have to go. Now! You’ve had plenty.” She tries to lift you on your feet, but its no good. She calls over the waitress and hostess to help lift you from under your arms. It takes numerous tries but you finally get to your feet, full, heavy, and exhausted. You begin to waddle, even more exaggerated than before, out the front door and slowly trudge your way behind the building. You see your feeder standing by the passenger door, ready to help you in. As soon as you get close she leaps unto you and plants a huge loving kiss on your lips.