perpetually hungry

The phrase “dripping with fat” comes to mind 🥴

Tw: Health issues, fat shaming, nonconsensual gaining

What’s the matter babe, something wrong with your food? It never takes you this long to polish off a family meal deal. Usually, I can’t even get to the next drive-thru before you’re tilting your head back to choke down the last of the fries. You know I love seeing those pudgy hands pouring the crumbs and salt and grease down that blubber-covered throat of yours. But we’re almost there and you’ve barely finished the second burger — what’s going on?

"Shit," you mutter to yourself.

Your phone fell to the floor. You turn painfully to look behind you, check the shelf where you always keep your grabby stick.

"Shit!" You mutter again. It's not there. How could it not be? You always keep it there.

Except...

You hear footsteps. Your feeder enters the room, a smug smile on their face.

"What's this?" they ask.

You point mutely to the phone. You bite your lip. "Please..."

They cross their arms. "Really? Are you that weak? Can't do it the old-fashioned way?"

The glint in your feeder's eye tells you everything. They must have taken your stick. And this here - this means the beginning of a game.

You blush. You widen your stance as much as you can, but your trunk thighs still touch. You're already tired from standing upright, your belly tugging at your spine and hanging halfway to your knees.

You try to bend. You can barely even see the phone laying on the floor. Your belly obscures your vision like an inflated balloon, except, contrary to a balloon, it's heavy as fuck.

You reach out with your fat-laden arm, feeling it jiggle. The more you bend, the more your belly rounds out. Your lungs, already buried under lard, are squeezed even more. Beads of sweat run down your temples. Your face feels hot. You bend more, and the fat encasing your neck digs into your chin.

"Hngg.... hh.... hggg..." You can barely believe this is your own voice.

"What was that?" your feeder asks. "You trying to say something?"

"Hhh... too - huff - too fat..."

"I can't hear you."

"I'm - too - ghhh - fat!"

They laugh. "You sure are, my hog."

"So - please..."

"Oh no, we're only getting started. Figure it out, lardass."

You huff. Maybe it would be easier if you went on your knees?

You regret the idea as soon as you thump heavily to the floor. Your back screams at you. Your belly brushes the tiles. Oh god, when did you get so damn huge...?

You will never be able to grab the phone and get back up. Your weak, lardy arms, now only used to shoving food into your mouth, start to shake as you feel a new wave of sweat coursing down your body. You try to look up at your feeder, but you can't even see their face any longer; your own fat neck prevents you from looking up.

Before you know it, the inevitable happens; your arms and legs give up under you and you land belly-down on the floor. You can barely feel the impact, cushioned by the massive ball of lard, and you aren't actually that close to the floor itself; your gut prevents you from it. Your massive ass must be sticking in the air comically. You wheeze, completely humiliated. You are too fucking big. How long before you can't move at all...?

"Oh, poor fatty," your feeder coos. "What now?"

"H-hghhh-help me.... please..."

They click their tongue. "All in due time, sweetie. For now, I think all that exercise has made you rather hungry."

"N-no!"

You are helpless. You can't get away; all you can do is watch as your feeder fills the funnel and brings it to your lips.

The heavy liquid lands uncomfortably in your squished stomach. Thankfully, your feeder must realize that your capacity is lower when you are lying on your belly. They let you off the hook with just one bottle of weight gain shake - something that's rarely the case these days. You feel the liquid sloshing inside you. Your body is inflating. Inflating even more than it already is; slowly leading you on a path to immobility.

"Now there," your feeder says when they are finally done. "Let's help you up, shall we?"

You will never stop to admire their strength, the pure muscle work it takes to heave your huge body off the floor. You sit down heavily on the edge of your bed, feeling sweaty and utterly exhausted. Your belly bloats before you. It touches the bed between your thighs.

You look down. Your damn phone is still on the floor.

"There," your feeder says, reaching down with one swift motion that doesn't take longer than three seconds. "I believe you wanted that."

"T-thanks," you say, not daring to look them in the eye. They hand you the phone and kiss your fat cheek.

"No problem. Now, what do you want for breakfast?"

You blush. "Pizza," you confess. "Large."

Your feeder smiles knowingly.

The open mouth chewing is just the start of it, but the second your skin becomes blue and saturated with the juice it’s too late. The metaphorical ball is rolling as your body starts to stretch and swell to attempt to accommodate it. You don’t notice until the pressure ebbs, jutting outward enough for your waistband bites into it.

You’re speechless as your body is steadily swelling, belly growling as another spurt of juice fills you more. The fabric of your clothes tighten, hearing the fabric stretch around your thickening limbs. You would hear how your belly sloshes with the growing pool of juice if you weren’t addicted to chewing the gum that put you in the position in the first place. It’s a stress reliever and you are very stressed at how big you’ve become, but moreso at the fact that every spurt fill you with a warmth that makes your knees weak and heart flutter.

If you weren’t already blue, you’d be red at how impossibly turned on you are by the idea.

The sloshing and growing grows louder as you grow wider. You clumsily widen your stance as you can no longer move properly; your stomach’s completely rounded and hangs low after your buttons shot from you like a bullet; your legs can no longer bend at the knee with how juice filled you’ve become; your arms hang heavy at your sides as your body picks up the growth. The gargling of the juice inside of you is loud to drown your whimpers out as you’re more berry than you are a person.

holy fuck i’m so full 😵‍💫 all i’ve done the past 24 hours is stuff my face.. poor girl is such an achy mess 🥴 but im plotting so many big bloating feedings for today.. my piggy brain is too excited..

This Piggy is looking Round, Bloated, & ready for Breeding even first thing in the morning. Wouldn’t you want to wake up to this everyday? 🤭🐷😇

A squishable, grippable, pliable, huge, soft, fat gut~