Palla di lardo schiava Delle magre

Each time I see her, I see how much more space I take up than her, how much more fit she is, how little she needs to eat to get full in comparison. She makes it clear I have no excuses for my gain - it's just my greed and gluttony. *I* made this gain happen. I’m reminded every time I see her just how far I let myself go and how I’ve been spending my prime years fattening myself up all because it turns me on. And when I see her face judging my pig body I get even more turned on. She is disgusted by my weight. You can tell she uses me as an example of what not to become. A greedy pig of a girl who fattened herself into obesity by her early 20s.

However, I fantasize that she secretly wants me fatter so I make her look good, so she’s the skinny pretty best friend. I get wet to the thought that she wants me to blow up into a hog. The thought of her wanting to enable me drives me crazy. I need her to fatten me till I’m double her size…She’d need me so big that she’d schedule regular meetings to take my measurements and inspect my fat body in front of a full-length mirror, slapping and jiggling all that fresh blubber I’m packing on. It would be so hot knowing that being teased about my weight would only make me want to eat more. So, she shows up with tons of fattening food and then comments about how much weight I’m putting on, poking and pinching my belly, grabbing a nice thick fat roll of lower belly fat and gives it a jiggle, watching and laughing as she sees my body slosh about as she pulls at my extra fat.

Imagine if she had grown me absolutely huge, morbidly obese… my belly would be hanging out of my old yoga pants, my muffin top and love handles straining the seams. She's got me to the point where I can't go 5 minutes without shoving something fattening in my mouth. She comes over with a huge bag of fast food, and proceeds to tell me how full she’s about to make me, lightly patting my belly and fupa to get me horny for her. I’ve gained so much weight since she started to feed me so most of my belly is already spilling out of my pants, but she pulls them down anyways and lets all the blubber spill out onto my lap, releasing my plumped up gut that wobbles on display for her to gaze at and admire. She grabs a handful of my belly and squeezes it firmly and says “I know you're not taking a single bit of the diet advice I've been giving you. Every time I see you you're fucking fatter, you greedy pig of a girl. I think we need to take a different approach with you.” She knows humiliating me about my obesity makes me lovely and wet for her, she talks as if she’s ashamed of my gain, although I know she wants me twice as fat. She pulls my pants down to my knees and puts all the fast food she’d bought down in front of me. I, of course, can't resist and drop to my knees, belly swaying and slapping against my thighs, and I start to eat. “just as I thought” she says giggling, “I guess you're going to be my fat growing fuck Pig aren't you? Clearly you weren't made for diets”. She kneels down and starts to eat my fat little pussy as I gorge myself… She’s done such a good job of making me fat. She’d make sure I was filled and full, rolling me into bed and tying me up so she could tickle as tease me as I lay there, naked and vulnerable, I’d be squirming under her touch getting wetter and wetter, begging for her to get me off and let me cum after eating all that greasy food for her. Never again would I be skinny like her, she’d get exactly what she wished for. How humiliating for me… I wouldn’t be able to resist her desires to feed me into morbid obesity just to better herself. So fucking hot

Mommys Little Piggie. Mummys Fat Pet. Tubby Buns. Puffnstuff. Or the always affectionate Mistresses whale.

She tells me that she wants to double my little over 350 pounds in the next year. She tells me that shes got double dessert for me. She tells me that if Im a good little pig boy and gobble down everything she puts in front of me tonight, Ill be rewarded with a brownie cheesecake tomorrow all for myself. I lick my lips and open my mouth. Im ready for another slice.

She fills me full of food for hours. Ive never eaten so much in my life. Im literally exploding out of my pants. She tells me she wants to see that again and again…and how she cant wait until she has to try and stuff the lard balloon that is my body through the front door.

I want to be stood with my huge fat gut hanging down and be asked why I’ve got a set of jiggly moobs rather than hard abs!

Warning for

*immobility* and *kidnapping*

I want to be forced, or at least demanded by my feeder to keep my belly so painfully full at all times I struggle to do anything by lie around pinned by my distended belly.

I want to be made to wear clothes far too small all the time so I'm under constant threat of ripping a seam of popping a button even in public.

I want to train myself to be able to totally swallow the tube attached to the funnel while I'm tied up helpless while my feeder pours in me whatever ridiculously fattening concoction straight into my belly.

I like to be stuffed with foods I actually like just like the next feedee, sure. but I'm honestly more turned on by the idea by being forced into eating something my feeder had designed or chosen to make me blow up regardless of what I want.

cheeks so big and chubby that my lips look almost puckered constantly and my eyes are slightly squinted

a neck that’s entirely hidden under fat and the only indication of my chin being a little ‘u’ shaped line where my actual chin ends and my fat begins

back and side rolls so large they keep my arms elevated slightly but noticeably at all times

obese fatty upper arms that fold over my elbows which have now been reduced to dimples

and forearms which have ballooned so much that not even my wrists can contain all that fat

big, pudgy hands and sausage fingers that will no longer allow me to use my phone’s default keyboard to text or post, forcing me to enlarge the screen

so fat that i’ve given myself fat folds above my stomach because my body doesn’t know where to store all this lard anymore

an ass that’s basically become a shelf, every time i sit down it’s almost like i’ve gotten taller because of my gargantuan ass pushing me up in any industrial made chair i sit in

a fupa that will no longer allow me to pleasure myself because i can’t reach my pussy anymore with neither my hands nor a vibrator, fully reliant on the help of others in order to get off

chunky thighs and elephant legs with rolls upon rolls of fat

huge cankles that will inevitably spill over my swollen feet one day

and don’t even get me started on my stomach

i want my belly to spill out over my thighs

be in my way whenever i walk, forcing me to waddle

my fupa completely hidden by my greed

i want to struggle under my own weight

Finally I finished it! Hope you all enjoy. ——

Nadya's Fitness Humiliation

Again, there is death feederism, sex, health issues and slob so don’t read if that not your cup of tea!

JESSICA’S DATE WITH DESTINY - PART 2

The Firemen enter the ambulance to drag you out. As Liam climbs in, you admire him. What a specimen of a man… but then again he always was. Tall, muscular, with looks to die for. You see his arms bulging out of his tight fitting T-shirt, and wish - like you always wished at school - that those arms, those manly hands, and *that body* would be caressing you, worshipping you, feeding you…fucking you. You contrast his physique - the peak of physical fitness - with yours. At school, he was the captain of the football team, the sporty one, the one always in the gym. You on the other hand, required a scooter to get around, and had to leave school at age 17 because you could no longer fit through the doors of the classrooms. And now? Now you are depending on this man - the man you always had the biggest crush on - to drag your useless, naked, obese, dying blob body out of an ambulance. What a contrast. You can feel the wetness, and the throbbing in your pussy. God, what you wouldn’t give to have him take care of your needs.

But now, there are other needs to be taken care of - namely, getting you out of this ambulance. 

‘Hey Jess,’ Liam smiles. ‘Hope you had a comfortable journey. My colleagues and I are about to pull you out and back on to the stretcher if that’s ok, and then we will wheel you to your room inside where you’ll be reacquainted with Doctor Gibson. I’ll be right by your side through this whole process, so don’t worry. So when you say the word, we’ll get you going!’

‘Ok, let’s go’ you say, as you exhale into your oxygen mask. Your fat is crushing your lungs again - you’re back to being laid flat. You feel a pang of hunger as the six men begin to move you. When was the last time you ate? Never mind, that will get taken care of soon. As you’re dragged out onto the stretcher, you see your mum. While the firemen strap you into the stretcher, and make sure your oxygen is flowing so your lard doesn’t suffocate you, she comes over.

‘Dont worry princess, this will all be over with soon. You’re safe here, the doctors are going to help you’ she says, through tear filled eyes. It must be horrifying for her, looking down at her obese blob of a daughter, who is only being kept alive by oxygen being pumped into her lungs. ‘See you in there. I Love you.’

As your mother walks away, Liam comes back into view. God he looks even more stunning when you look up at him. 

‘Are you comfortable, Jess?’ 

You nod. You can’t even muster up a word. Your soaking pussy is literally quivering at this point. He takes your right hand with his left.

‘Ok, well I have your oxygen canister here, so don’t worry. we’ll have you into your room in a few minutes’ he smiles. As you Get wheeled into the Hospital, with only a sheet draped over you for modesty, you look up at Liam. And then, you catch him in the act.

He’s looking at your flab. He is watching your gut jiggle under the sheet! You weren’t imagining it earlier! You scan down, and there it is as clear as day - a MASSIVE bulge in his pants. What does this mean? All sorts of thoughts are racing around your head at this point. Your heart thunders in your chest, your breathing quickens, your pussy grows wetter and wetter.

‘Jess, are you ok? Can you hear me? Do you need more oxygen?’ He touches your gut with his hand.

You snap out of your trance. 

‘No, no, I’m fine’ you reply breathlessly. ‘Just got a bit nervous is all.’

‘Ok’ he smiles, as his hand lingers on your lardy belly for a second. His erection is still there for you to see. What you wouldn’t give for Liam to be asking you that as your feeder. What you wouldn’t give to have that hunk of a man cater to your every need. Feeding you, washing you, cleaning you up after you go potty on the bed, fucking you. Aiding you in digging your grave with your fork. You feel that all too familiar throbbing in your wet pussy as you’re rolled into your room to be greeted by a team of nurses, and Doctor Gibson. You’ve been looking forward to seeing him.

And he’s been very much looking forward to seeing you as well.

*

You can hear your mum crying in the background as the firemen attach you to  a bariatric hoist to get you into your specially widened hospital bed.

‘Please help her, I don’t want her to die! She has so much life to live!’ you hear her weep as the hoist lifts you up into the air, crushing and deforming your flab, making it even harder for you to breathe. Liam hands your oxygen canister to a nurse and watches as you’re lowered onto the bed. Your stomach is screaming at you - your hunger is unbearable at this point. You. Need. Food. As your flabby ass touches the plastic sheets and incontinence pads on the bed, you feel a pang of relief - the ordeal is almost over. You’re thankful that the bed is already in a sitting position, as you need a break from your lard crushing your chest. You take some deep breaths as a team of nurses come to hook you up to an IV, monitors for Blood Pressure and Heart Rate, and attach a nasal cannula for your oxygen. The nurses chat as they do their work, one of them comforting your mum as she watches her obese daughter get hooked up to machines that will keep her alive. 

Liam and the firemen stayed to make sure you didn’t fall while being transferred onto the bed, and just before they leave, Liam comes over.

‘Hey Jess. I just wanted to say goodbye, and I hope you had a comfortable journey. It was really great seeing you, see you soon.’ He smiles. 

See you soon? What did he mean by see you soon? 

‘Thanks Liam, it was great seeing you too after all this time,’ your heart is racing, pussy quivering, mind all over the place. ‘Thanks for all your help’ you reply. And with that, the Firemen leave, to be replaced by Doctor Gibson.

*

‘Hello Jess, Hello Mrs Davies. I’m Dr. Gibson, and I’ll be looking after Jess during her stay at the hospital with us. Now Jess, I’ve been studying your vital stats, and I’m afraid to say you’re in pretty poor health.’

Here comes the humiliation again. You can’t wait for this - being told how much you’ve ruined yourself is such a turn on.

‘You weigh nearly 900lbs, with a BMI of over 130. Your blood pressure is alarmingly high, your heart rate is very fast, and your breathing is terrible. If we don’t do something drastic, there could be unthinkable consequences.’

Your mother weeps. Your soaked pussy throbs even more.

‘So my plan for you is to alter your diet immediately, which should hopefully deliver results pretty quickly’ he says, authoritatively. ‘We’ve got you hooked up to an IV to try and lower your heart rate and blood pressure, and we’re going to run some more tests on you to determine if you need any more medication.’

Your mum chimes in. ‘Doctor Gibson, I think surgery is the best option for my daughter. How quickly could she get an operation?’

‘Well Mrs Davies - first of all, as Jess is an adult, that is her decision. But based on the state of her health currently, and her present weight, she would need to lose a considerable amount of weight to be eligible for surgery. It would just be too risky to operate on her at the moment.’

She begins to cry again. ‘She needs help doctor. I’m so desperate for her not to die! Please help her!’ 

‘We’ll do all we can Mrs Davies. But right now, we need to run some tests on Jess and talk to her about her needs, so would it be possible to ask you to leave? You can come back later during visiting hours if you like. Jess has her phone with her as well so you can contact her on that once she’s done.’

Your mum looks worn out. She wants to stay, but she knows that she has to leave. Plus, she needs a break. 26 years of looking after a morbidly obese daughter takes its toll. She gets up to leave.

‘Ok, you do what you need to do, I’ll leave you to it. Doctor, I’m begging, please help her. She’s sick. What 26 year old is so fat she can’t get up? So fat she can’t breathe? I just don’t….. I just don’t want her to die’ she weeps through her tissues. She then comes up to the side of the bed and takes your hand, lifting the wire of the monitor on your finger. ‘You’re safe now princess, this is the start of a whole new chapter for you. You chat to the Doctor and get these tests done and I’ll speak to you later. I love you.’ As a tear falls from her eye, she kisses your head and leaves, and it’s just you and Dr. Gibson alone in the room.

‘The start of a whole new chapter.’ How prophetic those words will turn out to be.

*

‘Dr. Gi…’

‘Shh, piggy. I know what you’re about to say. Yes, your diet is about to change.’

He pulls back the sheet, exposing your huge gut and the side of your cellulite-ridden leg. You can feel your breathing quicken, you can feel your pussy quiver. He grabs one of your rolls and looks you dead in the eye.

‘I’m about to fill you with so much food that you break this fucking bed. I’m going to add so much pork to your hog body that you can’t even move a muscle. Is that what you want, pig?’

Oh fuck yes is that what you want.

‘Y..yes Doctor, feed me. Please feed me. Fill me with food and fat.’

He looks at your bedside monitor.

‘Oh look at that, piggy’s heart rate has increased even more. Blood pressure’s gone up too. Looks to me like you’re getting turned on. Is that right, hog?’

‘Yes Doctor’ you say breathlessly. ‘I want to… kill myself… with lard.’

‘Well, you’re doing a pretty good job of it so far. I’m genuinely surprised you’ve even made it to 26 - your body should have given up the ghost already.’

Your left hand makes it’s way up to your nipple.

‘But I’ve got bad news for you pig. I’m going to prolong your useless obese life for as long as possible using my….bariatric expertise. You succumb to your obesity when I say.’ Your eyes are rolling back in your head at this point, you could literally cum in front of Dr. Gibson right now.

‘And one more thing.’ 

He grabs your flabby arm and pulls it away.

‘You cum when I say, hog. Now let’s get you some food, you’re wasting away.’

And he walks out, leaving you horny, hungry and breathless. And you can’t wait to see what he brings back.

*

It’s now getting dark. What feels like hours passes, but then you see the door open. Thank god. Dr. Gibson has come back with bags of McDonald’s for you. He shuts the door and locks it.

‘Piggy, Here’s something to get you started.’ He takes your sheet off, exposing your naked blob body in all it’s glory, and lightly slaps your belly lard. He hands you the bags, filled with burgers, fries and sides. The smell is unbelievable. That alone makes you wet, not to mention the thought of all those calories going straight to your gut. Your stomach has been screaming at you to be filled - you’re not used to going 3 minutes without food, never mind 3 hours or however long it’s been! but before you eat, you have something to get off your chest.

‘Dr….Dr. Gibson? I have a confession to make’ you say, meekly.

‘What’s that, pig?’

‘I….I messed….I messed the bed.’ 

You look down, avoiding eye contact. You’re sat in your own waste, helpless, humiliated, and so turned on you’re frightened you’re going to cum as soon as you eat your first fry.

‘Well hog, you best sit there and eat your food hadn’t you? The nurses who have to come and roll you over and clean up your shit can’t see all this food can they? Piggies who act like slobs have to suffer the consequences. Now eat.’

You start to shovel the food in as Dr. Gibson watches over you. You can see he’s getting a kick out of watching you eat. You’re getting a kick out of it too.

*urp* 

‘That’s it hog’ he coos. ‘Keep eating that food, pack more lard onto that body.’

His pants are bulging.

‘Oink like a piggy should, now.’

Did he just ask you to oink? Oh my god this is turning you on so much. You need to cum right fucking now. You eat another bite before looking up at him.

*Oink Oink* *OIIINK* *oink*

He’s rendered you powerless, you’re under his command now. Your pussy is literally leaking now, or so it feels. You finish the last morsel of food, and put both hands on your huge gut.

‘Theres a good hog’ he says. He walks over to the window and shuts the blinds. ‘Now you can cum.’

‘B…but Doctor, I…I haven’t been cleaned up yet’ you quiver as he makes his way to the bed.

“Even better. Slobby piggies can only cum like slobby piggies.’

He comes over and increases the flow of oxygen into your nose. Then he pushes a button to adjust your bed to a lay down position. You feel your weight shift, your fat is back to crushing your lungs. You can’t move your head for all the flab surrounding it. You’re finding it tough to breathe, your heart is literally pounding inside your chest, and your pussy is the wettest it has ever been. 

‘Wow piggy, lay down and I still can’t see your fat pussy. Looks like I’ll have to hoist those lardy legs up.’

He straps your feet into slings, and lifts them up using the hoist. You can feel a heaviness on your chest like never before. All 900lbs of your fat is now on top of you. You’ve never felt so exposed, so helpless, so horny.

‘Hog really has been messy hasn’t she?’ he says, as he sees the mess you’ve made under the bed. ‘So helpless she shits the bed. What a useless pig you are.’

And then, it happens. His fingers feel amazing, teasing your wet, fat pussy as he slaps your belly and tells you what a slob you are.

‘I’m going to make you the heaviest hog the world has ever seen’

Oh yes.

‘You’ll be 1500lbs before you know it, PIG’

Jesus Christ this is amazing. His fingers teasing you as he outlines his plans for you.

‘Look at that heart rate! I’m surprised you’ve not killed yourself already, you useless lardy hog.’

OH YES. He’s hitting the spot. You’re totally breathless, being suffocated by your own lard. You’re so. Fucking. Close.

‘Kill meeeeee…..with lard Do….Doctor..ughhhhhh’

‘uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh’

‘Is that what you want, pig?

‘UUUUUHHHHH YES DOCTOR……IT IS’ you huff.

He goes faster.

‘UUUH’

‘OH’

‘What do you want, pig?’

‘I….want you….to feed meee…to death! UUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH!!’

‘OHHHHHHHHH! UGH. ugh’

Your head is spinning, heart racing as you climax. Once you come down off the high, he lowers your feet, and gets you back into a sitting position. He slaps your gut and puts your sheet back on as you struggle to get your breath back. You’re still in a trance. This man is a total sicko, and you love it.

‘Right hog, I best go find a nurse to clean your fat, sloppy ass up. But don’t you worry, there’s plenty more where that came from.’

*

Let me know if you want part 3!

What has Dr.Gibson got in store? Is Liam going to see Jess again?

JESSICA’S DATE WITH DESTINY - PART 1

‘Mum, can you please go and get my oxygen? This canister is nearly out, and you know I can’t breathe without it! And while you go, can you please bring me some food?’ Your gut is screaming for some fast food, even though you only ate 10 minutes ago.

‘That’s it Jessica, I’ve had enough. It’s happening. I can’t take this any more.’ your mother replies as she walks into what used to be the dining room, but has now been converted to your room so you can be taken in and out of the double doors.

The words you knew were coming, but did not want to hear.

‘I’m getting you to the Hospital as soon as possible. Look at you, that bed is huge, and you take the whole thing up. You’re that big, you can’t even get clothes to fit you. You have to be rolled over just to be cleaned up after you do your business onto pads on the bed. I have to wash and dry you. Jesus you can’t even breathe without oxygen being pumped into your nose at all times! Look at your heart rate - you’re sat down and it’s over 130 beats per minute! Add that to the high blood pressure the doctor said you have and….’ she trails off. 

‘…I’m just so worried that the worst is going to happen Jessica’ she says, as she hands you some junk to eat while she attaches your new oxygen canister. ‘You just don’t seem to care about your health at all! All you do is eat, and gain weight! And I just can’t sit and watch my daughter do this to herself any longer. I’m not going to enable you any more! It must be horrible, trapped in that bed all day. That’s no life to be living for anyone, never mind a 26 year old girl.’

You have been experiencing chest pain recently, and you have felt your heart beat growing faster and more irregular. Cause for concern for any normal person. Cause for concern for your mother, who thinks you must hate the life you’ve created for yourself. But she doesn’t know - nobody knows - that this is exactly the life you want to live. 26 years of overindulging, overeating and being totally sedentary has led you to this point - 871lbs, completely immobile, and frankly ridden with severe health issues. Pinned to your bariatric bed by your own fat. Reliant on your family for absolutely everything. Eating yourself to death. God that sentence turns you on. 

EATING. YOURSELF. TO DEATH.

If you could reach, you’d be playing with yourself right now, thinking of the damage you’re doing to your body. But no - it’s back to reality, and the lecture from your mother, who is on the phone to the hospital right now, sharing with the doctor the state she has enabled you to get into, trying to save your pathetic life.

’She’s 26 years old, 27 next month….’

‘nearly 900lbs…..’

‘fast heartbeat…..’

‘she was diagnosed with stage 3 hypertension last year…’

‘….doctor, she can’t even breathe, she needs constant oxygen. Please help her! I don’t want my daughter to die. This is all my fault, I’m such an enabler!’

She’s crying at this point. 

‘…yes, mm-hmm, ok, uh-huh. Yes she will be ready. Thank you so much doctor’ she says, as she wipes away the tears from her eyes.

‘…ok, thank you again. Bye, doctor.’

She hangs up the phone.

‘Right Jess, tomorrow you’re going to the hospital. The doctor has arranged for transport in the morning.’

‘Mum no! I don’t want to….’

She cuts you off. ’I know you’re scared Jess, but this is for the best, trust me. Aren’t you excited that you might be able to walk soon? Think of all the cool things you’ll be able to do when you shift this weight!’

You are not excited in the slightest. But you put on a show for mum anyway.

‘Yeah mum, I am excited, just nervous I suppose. But seeing as tomorrow is the start of my new life, can I have one last blowout tonight? Please? Just to get it out of my system before I start my journey to health and wellness?’

‘…..I suppose so’ your mum says. ‘I have to go out tonight anyway, so before I go I’ll bring you whatever you want to eat, ok princess?’

You smile. You’ve managed to get what you want in the end - more junk food to shovel into your face. She can think what she wants, but you’re still going to live life as a humongous blob.

*

Your mum walks in with the food you asked her to bring. What must she think, seeing you. Almost 900lbs of naked flesh on a bed in front of her. I bet this isn’t how she envisioned your life going at all.

‘Ok Jess, I got everything you asked for. 3 Pizzas, 4 Burgers, Garlic Bread, Cheese Sticks, Cookies, 4 bottles of Coke, bags of crisps, sweets, popcorn, and your chocolate.’ You adjust your bed so you’re sat upright, and wiggle yourself into a comfortable position. You feel your heart rate quicken - from both the exertion and the excitement - and you take a minute to catch your breath as she puts the bags and boxes on the bed. ‘Can you reach it all? Good. Ok sweetie, you enjoy. I’ll be back later tonight. I love you.’

You don’t even say goodbye. You dig in, ravenously. You’re not sure when your next meal is going to be after all. And as you eat, you begin to think about how enormously obese you have become. How it’s going to take multiple people just to get you out of the house tomorrow. How you’ve reduced yourself to nothing but a useless bedbound blob, who can do nothing for herself.

You’re so. Fucking. Wet. 

But you can’t reach, you haven’t been able to reach for years. which only makes you wetter. You’re leaking onto your pads now. God you’re so turned on. Your right hand grabs a burger, while your left toys with a nipple. You try to shuffle your enormous legs together. Oh god yes. Another bite. Your breathing becomes laboured. Your pulse quickens.

‘UGH I’m a fat useless blob…’ your words are muffled by the burger in your mouth.

‘uuuuuuunfff…’

‘uh…’ you’re so fucking turned on right now. So horny, so huge, so FAT. Your nipples are so sensitive, you keep teasing them with your fingers as you shove more food into your mouth.

‘900lbs of lard…….’ your free hand makes its way down to your belly, and you try your best to shake and jiggle it. Another bite.

‘I’ve….uhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ive….made myself into…..such a fat piggyyyyyy…’ oh god, you’re getting close. Your heart is thundering in your chest now. God this orgasm could be it, it could send you over the abyss. 

‘UHHHHUUHH fat blob….’

‘lardy piggyyyyy…’

‘yes, yes, YES ohhhhhhh I’m such an unhealthy blob…’ another bite. You fill your mouth with junk as you flick your nipple. 

‘I’m going to KILL MYSELF WITH FAAAAAT…..’

‘UGH…’

This is it. Oh yes, what a piggy you are. You’re about to cum from how much of a useless, obese, blobby piggy you are.

‘I’m the biggest, lardiest HOOOOOG! UGHHHHHHHHHHHH…OOHHHHHH…uh…uh…uh….’

You climax, mouth filled with food, breathless, heart beating out of your chest. God, being a lardy piggy turns you on so much. Your incontinence pad is absolutely soaked - how on earth will you explain that to your mum when she gets back and cleans you? You’ll cross that bridge when it comes. But now, you’ve got eating to do, hog.

*

There’s a knock at the door. The Paramedics and Fire Service are here to take you to the Hospital. 2 Paramedics and 6 Firemen walk in, all young, and all in peak physical condition. You wetten slightly when you imagine what they must think of you. Young, obese, naked, and useless.

‘Hi, Jessica is it?’ Says one of the Paramedics.

‘Call me Jess’ you reply. 

‘Ok Jess, I’m Rob and this is Sarah. We’re going to take care of you on your journey to the hospital. Now remember, everything we do we’re going to listen to your needs, ok? if you’re unable to do anything, something becomes uncomfortable, or you experience any issues, just tell us and we’ll stop, or see what we can do to make you more comfortable. Is that ok?’

One of the Firemen is looking at you funny.

‘Yes, that’s fine’ you reply to Rob, trying to figure out why that Fireman is looking at you the way he is.

‘Ok great. Now, Sarah and I are just going to take some vital statistics if that’s ok’ Rob says, as he attaches a monitor to your finger.

‘Pulse, 143.’

‘BP, 221/146.’

Rob screws his face up as Sarah jots down the numbers.

‘Ok Jess, breathe in…..’

‘….and out.’ Rob puts his stethoscope away as he motions for the Firemen to come over to you.

God your health is fucked. All these muscly Firemen looking at you as two paramedics wonder how you’re still alive. You grow even wetter.

‘Right Jess, these gentlemen are going to get you to the ambulance, and we’ll be on our way. Ok?’

‘mm-hmm’ you quiver, as your pussy throbs from the humiliation. But this is only the beginning.

The Firemen surround your bariatric bed.

‘Hi Jess. We’re going to roll you over, and get this tarp under you if that’s ok.’

‘mm-hmm’ you reply as Rob attaches an oxygen mask to your face.

The Fireman who was looking at you grabs your hand as the others push you over onto your side, piling your fat up at the side of the bed, crushing your lungs under the weight, and exposing your full incontinence pads from under your humongous ass. You had gone potty like a slob pig before they got here, but didn’t have time to ask your mum to clean you up - but the humiliation of them seeing it turned you on further. Maybe you wanted them to see. Your mother hastily takes the pads away and wipes your flabby ass in full view of everyone. How humiliating.

‘Jess, it’s me, Liam! I thought I recognised you!’ He says as the tarp is pushed under your soft, rippling thigh.

Oh. My. God. How humiliating. Thats Liam, the hottest guy from school - when you could still attend school, that is. Before you couldn’t fit through the classroom doors. You always had the biggest crush on him, and now he’s helping get your naked, morbidly obese body onto a tarp to drag you out of your mum’s house. He’s seen your incontinence pads on the bed, he’s heard your vital stats be read out, he’s heard how much you’ve ruined yourself. He’s seen your mum wipe your ass, and seen you struggle for breath while he holds your hand.

…you are so fucking turned on now, if one of them accidentally brushed your nipple you’d probably cum for all of them to see. Liam stays holding your hand as the Firemen lower you back onto the bed, and he walks around to repeat the process on the other side.

You get lowered back onto the tarp. You in your naked glory for all to see.

‘Right Jess, we’re going to drag you off the bed, and onto this stretcher, ok? Then, we’re going to wheel you out of the double doors and into the back of the ambulance. all being well, this shouldn’t take long at all. Sound good?’

‘mm-hmm’ you reply through your oxygen mask, as Liam and a colleague drape a sheet over you for modesty.

‘Jess, I’m here for you. Don’t worry, this ordeal will be over with soon enough’ Liam smiles.

‘OK lads, 1,2,3!’

They drag you onto the specially widened stretcher. It takes six men about 5 minutes to drag you onto it and strap you in. You can feel your pulse quicken and your pussy wetten even more as they start to wheel you out. Rob follows you holding an oxygen canister. You need this, as your fat is crushing your lungs from being laid flat. Liam holds your hand as you get pushed out, the Firemen using all their might to push you out to the ambulance. You’re sure you catch him looking at your quivering fat….. no, you must be imagining it. God what an ordeal. This is humiliating, you are loving every single second of being an obese burden to society.

You reach the ambulance, and the Firemen drag you in and lay you on the floor - this is the only way you will fit. Rob and Sarah sit with you, your stats being taken, and oxygen still being pumped into your lungs through your mask.

‘Right Jess, we’re ready to go. We’re about a 30 minute drive to the Hospital, and we’ll have you into your room there quick as we can.’

*

You arrive at the hospital, to be greeted by a young, fit, muscular bariatric doctor. The paramedics leave, and as the firemen prepare to get you out, you have a moment alone with the man who’s job it is to help you.

Or so you think.

He reads your vitals, and assesses you with a stethoscope. He pulls back the sheet, and grabs a handful of your lard, and whispers in your ear…

‘Wow, piggy. That is some serious pork you’ve got there. It seems mummy wants you to get some help to shift this lard, but let’s be honest. You don’t want to, do you?’

You’re stunned. Speechless. And not to mention dripping fucking wet.

‘And even if you did, your health is fucked anyway. So why don’t we get to filling that pig body with even more lard, huh?’

And with that, Liam and the Firemen arrive to drag you out of the ambulance. Maybe, this was the best decision that was ever made for you……

*

Let me know if you want part 2!

What is the doctor going to do to her?

Was Liam the fireman liking what he saw?