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I bet you never imagined you’d desperately need to masturbate every time you got too full… that every time your belly jiggled your pussy would start to throb… dripping wet as you notice just how much bigger your gut is.

But all you want is more. You wanna feel bigger, fatter, even for stuffed. You want to be fed and fucked. You blush as you cum from your own obesity. It’s getting to the point where you have to jiggle your own belly to cum now, isn’t it? Fingering your deep belly button just feels like ecstasy.

Some say you’ve “ruined” your body, but that just turns you on even more. You love how obscenely fat you’re getting. You love feeling like a fat hog. A prized pig. You need to be bigger. You need to be too fat to masturbate on your own. You NEED to be a constantly horny fuck blob, only good for feeding, fucking, and growing bigger and bigger.

Being fat enough, stuffed enough, that rolling left and right in bed is so difficult. You can just barely get the momentum to heave yourself back and forth, the mountains of you wobbling while your stomach gurgles from the sudden movement. Getting to the side of the bed is even more difficult. Shifting your huge legs, grabbing at anything to help you pull up with your fat, swollen hands. Huffing and puffing, finally getting your feet on the floor. You have to take a break before trying anything else, of course. And the temptation to just lie back down is so strong…

It’s time to relax

Lay back

Read my words

Just start to breathe deeply

Breathe in

Then out

Relax yourself for a moment

Let all the distractions around you fade away

As nothing else matters to you right now

All you need

Is to let my words guide you

And feel my words start to wrap around you in comfort

And as my words wrap around you

It feels like a heavy blanket

Heavier and heavier

Your thoughts feel heavier and heavier

Your body feels heavier and heavier

As the rest of the world fades away

Nothing else matters but my words

Let your hand wander down

Now start to edge

Slowly

Because good pigs don’t think for themselves

Good pigs obey their orders

Good pigs obey me

You’re too dumb to think

Too dumb to resist

Too dumb to fight back from my influence

Good pigs fatten up

Good pigs gorge themselves

Good pigs feel how heavy they’ve gotten

And they get heavier

Heavier

Heavier

Start edging harder now

The feeling of being a hog excites you

It’s all you care about

Good pigs don’t think

Good pigs eat

Good pigs eat

You’re a good piggy

Deeper

Deeper

Dumber

Deeper

Brainless

All your potential stripped away

You need to obey

Good pigs obey their orders

Stay at home

You’re a NEET

Hopelessly addicted to my words

Keep ordering takeout

Your bad habits now getting worse

Your addictions now getting worse

The influence overtaking your weak mind

Edge harder now pig

You’re a NEET

Broken beyond recognition and control

And you’ll sink

Deeper

Deeper

Dumber

Dependent on me

As your mind

Breaks

Helpless to resist the urges

Embrace it

You’re going to fatten up

Good pigs obey me

Good pigs too dumb to think

Good pigs too dumb to resist

Good pigs eat

Good pigs edge and grow

Good pigs embrace their addictions

Obey

Don’t think

Sink

Deeper

And as you eat

You’ll crave the feeling to edge

You’ll need porn

Your thoughts becoming porn

Addicted and broken

Helpless as your hunger grows

A cycle leading you to obesity

Good pigs obey

You’re a good piggy

Now don’t stop edging

And Eat for me

Guys I don’t think my fave shirt fits anymore :<

I want them to measure me daily and track how big and how fast I’m growing but never letting me see the numbers until it’s too late.

Track my calories and limit my movement and make sure I’m hitting whatever minimum you set without telling me how much I’m actually putting away in a day.

Keep me high as a kite and remove all the mirrors so that I don’t recognize how fat I’ve gotten or how out of shape I am.

Replace my clothes in secret as I outgrow them so I don’t notice as they get snugger and my fat spills out of them.

Take candid photos and videos of me getting fatter and weaker as time goes on.

Limit how much I move by doing everything for me until I can’t stand up on my own and I feel my heart beat painfully against my ribs.

I want you to constantly feel that you're taking up space. You know, that feeling where your brain hasn't quite adjusted to your new size; where you find yourself bumping into furniture or doorways... that you could swear were wider just two days ago. I want you to start noticing that your kitchen counter seems higher than it did before... Or maybe, your gut finally hangs so low that it kisses the countertop when you're looking for a snack. I want you to wonder why all of your clothes suddenly seem to have shrunk in the wash. After all, the nice pair of jeans you just bought must be poor quality... The button flew off the second you sat down, but it's not like you've been eating enough to stuff a stoned linebacker, right?

You haven't been eating much at all, have you? Some avocado toast for breakfast... Followed by two mcgriddles and a huge iced coffee. A salad for lunch... accompanied by a triple decker burger and a massive basket of cheese fries. And dinner, since you ate so healthy and light during the day, you treat yourself to a pizza... Or two... Or three. And fuck it, why not some ice cream too? You've been good, you deserve a treat, don't you? You couldn't possibly have outgrown your clothes eating like that. That's crazy!

But yes, I want you to feel heavier.

Not only in the sense that I can fit my entire head beneath your massive tit, but in the sense that you can *feel* yourself growing... Stretching... Spreading wider. You can feel your supple, cellulite dimpled flesh getting softer, bathing you in a cozy blanket of lard. I want you to feel weighed down by your body, to question why you should ever have to get off the couch... To ever have to do anything beside eating and getting fatter.

Yes baby, I want you to feel heavier.

Yes, I will be so incredibly evil and I won't be able to help myself around someone this utterly delectable. How I crave to catch her eating me out of house and home collecting all those calories in a housebound homebody.

I need her so obese it's obscene, I need her eating so much it scares the both of us. I need her putting the heavy in heavenly with her ample angel wings, I need her the center of attention in every room purely based on absolute size.

I need everyone in our lives to be shocked not exactly because of how massive you are, but because they cannot deny how beautiful and radiant you are being properly looked after.