This is my cave, grotto if you will

one day, they notice these snacks aren't satisfying for you anymore - so they keep increasing the amount of food they summon, until it's enough to make you feel a heavy shifting in your middle when it appears. they get addicted to how full and satisfied you look after it.

they start adding more and more, and consequently you end up gaining weight, quite fast too. they adore the effect they're having on your waistline. they just can't stop themselves .

I might be ballooning a bit…

They step away to the kitchen, perfectly aligned in your view, and lay out all the ingredients they're going to put into the shake that will soon be resting heavily in your belly, turning you into a big balloon of calories

Chocolate ice cream, heavy cream, peanut butter, chocolate milk. They move it all over to the blender, just out of your vision, so that you can't quite see the amounts of any one ingredient before they're all blended together into smooth creamy, fatty heaven to slide down your throat

The blender stops buzzing and your shake is brought over to you, a hand teasing over your belly before the jug is lifted to your greedy lips. You part them, you let the chocolatey bliss coat your tongue and you swallow. And swallow and swallow and swallow

It stretches you so good, so full, so big and fat and laden with empty calories. You whine, whimper and moan, feeling beyond full as you get teased and poked at more, your feeder determining you still have room so you must finish it all

And in time, you do

Look at you...stuffed and leaking, fingers buried in all that fat I gave you. But I'm not done. I'm going to make you so much bigger. Fatter than you can imagine.

You love hearing what I'll do to you. How I'll feed you until you're livestock. A fat, waddling hog I keep in the barn, stuffing you until your belly drags on the ground. Imagine it: me tying you down, force-feeding you cake after cake, watching your hips spread wider every day. You'll gain fifty pounds by summer. Soft, useless fat that makes you waddle like a prized pig at the fair.

Oh, you'll beg for it. 'More, make me fatter, turn me into your greedy hog.' I'll rub your belly while you eat, tell you how pretty you look all swollen and pink, thighs so thick they rub raw when you try to walk. And you will walk - or waddle - for me, showing off every jiggling pound. My personal livestock, bred to be fat and fucked.

You're already mine. But I'll make you gain a hundred pounds, easy. Stuff you until you can't get up without help. Fat dripping off you, ass so wide it won't fit in chairs, belly hanging to your knees. You'll oink for me when I feed you, won't you? My perfect fat hog, cumming just from getting fat­ter.

Tying you up for a stuffing facing a TV playing one of those documentaries on the death of self control and the obesity ‘crisis’ while I funnel more grease into your waiting mouth. Watching your eyes glaze over, but forcing you to focus on the TV so you can realize you've become the very thing the world's supposed to be ashamed of. Making sure you understand that you're the splitting image of the gluttony movement now, a girl who's traded her autonomy for a triple digit BMI and a life of total, sedentary bliss. Reminding you that whether you like it or not, you’re just another statistic for a wave of submission to grease, oil, and processed junk food. Laughing while you struggle to move, to even attempt to protest what you are before going back to getting off on the fact that you really are just a statistic, a greedy little cow who's being fed to see exactly how much lard her body can pile on before she's finally too big to ever leave this room.

Taking over for you when you’re too over-exerted just from feeding yourself, and continuing to help you swallow while footage of massive, blob-sized cows flashes on the screen. Forcing you past capacity (because trust me I know your real max-capacity) while dieticians and experts explain exactly how I've trapped you, how I've rewired your brain to crave your own expansion from the constant salt, sugar, and grease I’ve drowned your appetite with. The irony of using their warnings for the ways obesity claims people as proven methods to fatten you until your own lust drags you further down into it. If only they knew the land whale watching their PSA was squirming in her chair, pressing her big, pillowy thighs together at the idea of being a helpless, swollen, gluttonous anomaly.

So I just weighed in at ALMOST 145kg/320lbs, immediately got horny, grabbed an old shirt and some snacks, and went full hog mode - just normal feedee things, yk? 🐷😵‍💫

But fr, I got so unbelievably turned on when I saw that number... never thought I'd ever let myself get THIS fat, yet here I am and it feels like the best thing ever?? Like I was meant to be fat and get even fatter. Right now I honestly feel like I could never be fat enough, I'll always want more - more thick, wobbly lard in my already massive, round belly, bigger, jigglier tits, and a rounder, fatter face with a double chin so big you don't even know where it begins and ends...