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God I love the idea of someone’s gut getting in the way as they masturbate. Can’t even touch yourself without your gut jiggling helplessly, struggling to reach… a constant reminder of how much of a larded pig you’ve turned yourself into. Endlessly stuffing yourself & gaining so much fat to the point where you can’t even reach anymore…😵‍💫

I love the idea of someone becoming addicted to stuffings. Letting the useless calories sit heavy in your fattening gut, pinning you down on the couch, unable to move. So full you have no choice but to drift into a food coma, waking up with a little extra lard than the day before. So addicted to the feeling of waking up fatter after a night of gluttony that you can’t help but repeat the cycle daily until you’re past the point of no return, and those useless calories have made you unrecognizably buried under jiggly lard.

Feeling yourself getting fatter turns you on, doesn’t it? Noticing how soft your gut has gotten, how it jiggles when you walk. Getting horny when you notice that you can’t fit into the clothes you bought a few weeks ago, your gut now hanging past the waistbands of your jeans. Getting out of breath over the simplest tasks because of how out of shape you’ve become. Shocking yourself when you walk past the mirror, noticing how much wider you look than you remember being. Spending your days stuffing yourself past your limits, touching yourself to the thought of those excess calories turning into soft, jiggly fat. Finding pleasure in knowing that there’s no one to blame for your weight gain but yourself and your insatiable gluttony.

I’m so desperate to have a feedee who was once fit become unrecognizable under all the fat I’ve helped them gain. Watching them learn to only get up from the couch to waddle toward the fridge, getting turned on by seeing their belly hanging and jiggling out of their shirt. Sitting on their lap to play with their belly, teasing them for all the weight they’ve been putting on as if I wasn’t the one buying all the fattening food and convincing them that their once athletic body could handle all the calories. Noticing all their new stretch marks, their growing belly hang, and their tightened clothes accentuating every roll of fat. Seeing them become consumed by gluttony, by an insatiable urge to get fatter - so far removed from the healthy person they used to be.

I love the idea of a feedee becoming dependent on me. Sure baby, you can spend your days lazily stuffing yourself with the fattening food I bring home, touching yourself to the feeling of all those calories turning into lard. Don’t worry about waddling to the fridge, you wouldn’t want to waste any of those precious calories, would you? I’ll bring your meals to you. I’ll rub and jiggle that growing, softening gut and tease you for being such a needy piggy. I’ll pretend to be shocked seeing you become fatter and more dependent on me, all while hiding how much it turns me on seeing you like this. A once independent, fit person becoming such a heavy, horny, fattened pig under my care.

God I love when piggies finally recognize how fat they’re getting. That moment of realization when they accidentally pop the button off a shirt that used to be loose..feeling their lard-filled gut spill onto their lap when they sit down..being unable to ignore how much their lower belly jiggles when they walk..looking at themself in the mirror and seeing how their gut hangs over their jeans. Finally realizing that their constant bloat has turned into permanent, soft, jiggly fat. Being shocked at how far they’ve let themself go, yet so turned on by the thought of sinking further into their gluttony and becoming even more unrecognizable under all that lard.

I love when fatties become insatiable. Sure, you’ve already turned yourself into a fat, jiggling mess - your belly hangs out of all your clothes, you’re constantly bloated from how frequently you stuff yourself, you’ve become unrecognizable from all the fat you’ve packed on. But that’s not enough for you. You can’t help but think about how much fatter you’re going to make yourself. About how much lower your belly will hang, how many more clothes your fattening body will destroy, how horny you’ll get from being even fatter than you already are. You want so much more, don’t you?

I love seeing someone’s clothes struggling to contain their fat. It’s so cute when they think they can hide how much fat they’ve packed on..as if I can’t see their lower belly hang jiggling out of their shirt, their sleeves becoming too tight for their arms, the waistband of their pants digging into their love handles covered in stretch marks. Just bursting with soft, jiggling fat that’s become impossible to hide.

Seeing a piggy stuffed and breathing heavily gets me so horny…weighed down, rubbing their heavy gut after shoveling tons of fattening food in their mouth because they’re so desperate to add more fat onto their growing body 😩

Doesn’t it feel so good to let go? To just eat whatever you want and let your body slowly become covered in soft, jiggly fat. To feel your belly start poking out of shirts that were once loose, and jiggle with every step you take. All while being so turned on by what you’re doing to yourself…turning yourself into an unrecognizable, horny, greedy piggy who just can’t stop themself from getting fatter.