give up and blimp out

A) the "I finally reached my goal weight!" euphoria. Feedee's smiling in front of the mirror, basks upon the fruit of their labor, hand placed atop their distended belly. They look sooo cute! Getting fat is the best choice they've ever made. ☺️

B) the "omg what have I done to myself??" shock. Mouth agape above a scrunched double chin. Eyes wide with denial, denial, denial. Muffintop spilling over the waist of their jeans, futile attempts to cram their overflowing body into clothes that belong to the past now. They lost control and it's finally caught up to them. 😳

Tie me to the bed before I can even wake up and when i do shove the funnel in my mouth and make me drink 3000 calories of creamy, sweet, gluttonous lard.

Make sure I don’t even have a chance to stop or slow down what you’re doing to my body. You’ve decided I’m going to be a greedy, stuffed pig before I’ve even had the time to form a thought.

So what’s the point in slowing down if I’m just going to get fatter anyway.

You’re already massive by most peoples standards

That huge gut and fat ass aren’t going anywhere anytime soon and they’re growing bigger by the day

You’re getting slower, heavier, and hornier with every passing moment and you love it

You love the idea of submitting to greed and dedicating your life to getting as fat as possible

A life of bondage through hundreds of excess pounds

You’re so eager to please and you’re desperate to have someone encouraging you and enabling your fantasies

All of the encouragement, teasing, and feigned concerned you receive about your softening figure flood your mind with pleasure and motivation

Your shirts don’t fit , keep popping . Chairs creaks under your weight and your panting after walking 5 minutes .

Is that really how you want to live your life ? Like a pig ?

Being on the couch all day , chugging and burping while jerking off . Is that really what you want ?

It turns you on what your doing to yourself doesn't it? Your desire to get huge is so obvious. The hungry lust filled look that comes over your face as you try to decide what greasy fattening take out to order for dinner each night. How you take off your shirt and undo your pants before you eat, knowing they will only make you uncomfortable. Meals don't stop when you are full, they end when you couldn't possibly fit another bite inside you.

Leaning back when you finish rubbing your swollen stomach muttering to yourself "God I'm such a pig" or "I gotta slow down". But deep down you just want to be a pig, who never slows down. Who ends up "too fat".