no responsibilities.

no routine.

no fixed times.

no duties.

just filled to the brim with good food, endorphins beaming from your little piggy brain and dopamine rewarding you for engorging and gobbling on anything edible within a radius of 2 meters from you... wondering what's for dinner.

you wake up at improbable hours, and then you eat, you hit up the pc and devote your hours to videogames, streamings, and food until you go to bed.

i don't even have to encourage you by now...

you're digging your own grave a bite after another.

you know, i see the posts you publish on your kinky socials.

you almost always say that it's me filling that ball of lard you have as a gut...

...but in reality, if I make you stuff once a week it's a lot. After all, I work full time and I'm often too tired to do much but cook for you a filling meal and then going to bed listening to some ASMR to fall asleep...

but you... you love to appoint the entire guilt on me.

you love to tell everyone that it's me rendering you so obese that you can't even walk anymore.

you love to make everyone think "boo hoo poor feedee, her wife is fattening her up!"...

...while in reality you panic if you don't eat for even an hour.

the other day you literally had a meltdown because we didn't have anymore cookies.

and two days before that, you begged me to find another job just so that you could order mcdonalds more often.

(i'm searching for it, of course...)

i'm watching your puffy body sink in the mattress and i can hardly recognize each body part as a human one...

you're deforming your meat vessel by adding so much lard it's becoming unrecognizable.

you're digging your own grave a bite after another...

i'll sleep all night, like always...

...and instead you, like every night, will wake up around 5 am and eat whatever you can fit in your mouth without having to cook it.

oh, my dear hog...

you are so lost in the folds of your own obesity...

mind you i’m empty here.

I seriously can't stop thinking about this 😵‍💫

Having someone who's just completely mine, no social life, or any other distraction except for what I let them see

Waiting all day for me at home being a needy mess, and as soon as I'm there, I just start feeding them, telling them how cute they look, how good they are for finishing their food, maybe I should just feed them more, some extra pounds couldn't hurt right? They have no saying it their own image, just letting me fatten them up until I'm happy

I'll buy cute outfits and make them try them on. Maybe they're a size too small, but I'll still watch as they struggle to button it up

I can imagine how I would feed them until the clothes tears apart, the buttons giving up under all the fat I'm putting in them

Reblog if you wanna have your metabolism ruined by a gym girl

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.

Are you prepared to make sacrifices? How badly do you want this? Can you handle when the fantasy becomes the reality? Will you continue when it gets hard? Am I worth it to you? Is the fat worth it all?

The answer better be a yes.

If it isn’t, I’m not sure what to tell you because if you’re here reading this right now… I’m already in your brain. My words are in your ears. My hands are already holding the beginnings of your growing rolls.

You see I’ve been giving you the illusion of choice all along. You thought you had control? HA. You never stood a chance. Look at me. I’m everything you crave in a woman, a partner, a FEEDER.

Don’t get me wrong. You’re a beautiful pig and I love how you’ve evolved. You were made for this. Through my hands you’re become this.

I’ll be DAMNED if you think you can change your fate. Unlike that family sized bag of potato chips you’re finishing off, your fate is sealed. I’m taking you all the way hog.

So, be prepared to grow. Be prepared to lose mobility. Be prepared to become a bottomless pit of gluttony. Be prepared to become my gluttonous, immobile, wheezing, unhealthy whale for my own pleasure.

I’ll take complete care of you. You’ll be my prized pig in a herd of cattle. You’ll know no life better than the one you have and it’ll be your slice of heaven I’ve created for you.