gotta love fatties 🔞

I am so greedy. No matter how much I eat, I am not near satisfied. Not until my belly is tight and packed, swollen with junk. It aches and I can't stop burping and moaning with the slightest movement.

But it's never enough.

"Such a big, greedy pig." You say as you push more down my throat. My eyes roll back in bliss, face covered in crumbs and grease. Too much. I ate too fucking much.

You start rubbing my belly as I struggle to breathe and grope every inch of fat tightly. I can't control my belches and not even trying to. I look, act, and sound like a true pig.

I moan and whimper as your fingers slightly caress my underbelly.

"Please, more." I beg. And you enjoy it. I always crave more. More food, more fat, more touch.

“I’m so full”

“Oh?”

“I ate too much”

“Aw, my poor baby”

“My tummy hurts”

Anon me w/ kinks and I’ll rate them from 1-10 🔗

10/10

Your gluttony took over. Consumed with boredom, you ate. You didn't care what your neighbors thought when every single meal you consumed was delivered. With the amount of food you've been getting, your house was becoming a hub of food drop-offs.

Reaching your hands down around your belly, you knew you had to massage yourself to help you digest. So you firmly rub the bloated pile of fat that is your stomach - then a loud belch erupts. You moan with relief that you have more room now.

But then you're tempted... there is still more food to eat. Another burp comes up; almost instructing you to pick up the fork again.

The excess fat enveloping your body jiggles and settles as you reach towards the folding tray with the rest of your afternoon snack.

You glance over - the TV is off, and it might as well be a mirror. You look at yourself. A belly that spills down over your knees, the new rolls of fat that make up your body, the angry red stretch marks that spread across your fat like many rivers. You're transfixed by the reflection. Your face is so fat, you don't recognize yourself. But instead of disgust, you feel pride. Existing as a pile of lard suits you.

In the reflection, you can see that you're already covered in crumbs and sauce, so you dive into one of the plates with reckless abandon. No fork needed. You almost wanted your hands messy - grabbing frosted pastries and shoveling them as fast as you could into your mouth. No wonder you were outgrowing your chair. This binging was now a multiple-times-a-day occurrence.

You're licking the plate, desperate for every calorie. Your eyes look towards the TV again - you want to watch yourself eat.  You see the gluttonous freak you've become. A blur of cream colored flesh; rolls of fat spilling over the armrests. Gigantic breasts melded into side rolls that pushed your obese arms away from your torso. Groaning in pleasure, you wish you could reach your dick. It was throbbing beneath the fat of your groin and belly. You try to jiggle the bottom of your belly. It usually helps to stimulate you - but you're so stuffed that even a jiggle makes you feel slightly nauseous.

And I mean the type of addiction that manifests in cravings, in feeling uneasy, in a need to eat. The kind that even after they get it under control only takes one day of overeating to relapse~

The kind of addiction that starts with food being used to deal with their feelings, to reward themselves, to fight boredom and eventually leads to a need. The need to feel stuffed to be happy and aroused💕

My favorite thing is when they say they want to get it under control but then you offer them one bite of a burger while sitting on their lap and playing with their belly and… That is all it takes for them to start indulging again 😇

Sit on your knees, crawl under my desk, and get comfortable because you’re gonna be there for a while.

I’ll be doing work all day, and then entire time you’ll be beneath me, ready to be teased and played with at all times.

To my coworkers on the video calls, I’ll appear diligent, focused, and hard at work. But that’s not really what’s going on, is it?

In reality, I’ll be having fun with my big needy sow just off-screen.

I’d keep boxes of donuts next to me, and when I get bored I’d reach under my desk and begin shoving them into your mouth.

With one hand, I’m clicking on work files and sending emails, with other I’m keeping my big plump pet stuffed.

Then, every now and again, I’d use my foot to rub your ever-filling, hanging belly. Knowing the whole time it’d be just teasing you into more arousal and hunger.

You’d just sit there, growing needier and hornier by the second. Until you’re practically dripping with excitement.

“When will he reach his hand down here and feed me again?”

“Why isn’t he paying enough attention to me?”

These are the thoughts that’ll be going through your mind. You’ll whimper and rub my legs, trying in vain to get my attention.

And I’ll just glimpse under my desk and smirk, knowing I’ve have you here, ready and waiting for me.

if food is in front of them, it naturally gets shoved past their greedy, hungry lips. they reach for the pizza box only to discover there are no slices left; you ate the whole thing, hon, didn’t you know?