#yourfuture

Watching you gobble up enchiladas. Gone before I look. Piled rice and beans. You’re begging for a stuffing, make you eat it all plus that dessert you begged for. I’m so sweet and kind…there you go dear,you can eat on up. Belly rubs when you’ve finished off the last enchilada, rice and beans. Scrape up the last bits on the chips and make you eat it. IM very kind and sweet whispering it’s okay to cry but not to stop eating. You’ll get endlesss belly rubs and I’ll hoist your stuffed gut free and you moan like you just came in relieve having it completely free. Too stupefied by heavy greasy food I’ll help you slowly eat each bit rubbing your belly until you crash. Not a waste gram as every ounce is converted to fat. So sweet you grow in your sleep. Softest angel you lay on your side to let your distended gut hangs stretched across the bed. You’re my pretty little piggy princess you snort if I raise your nose I’ve trained you so well. You coo at any tummy rub or your fat ass. You’re growing as your pet. What are you brewing, roll, love handle, new stretch marks? We will see my piggish angel your mystery of your flesh still to be discovered by us.

You’ve been with your boyfriend on and off in college as friends with benefits. Life let you both know you liked fat people but the feedism part came together after this. You were desperate to fatten him and he was a natural glutton. You got back in contact with him after his time in grad school gave him time again. You’ve been a chunky curvy girl and he loved that but at some point while excited after a party you started feeding him. The sex was transcendent and you two got him from a burly fat boy to a hog of a man. You put on some weight and accidentally got like visibly fatter, like not just extra curvy or thick but fat. You noticed he looked at you different with a glint in his eyes you’d never seen. He ate well so you thought it was that.

It crept up on you slow and kind. Your insecurities as the 30 spread turned into the late thirties extra spread. You developed a lower back issue and he got you a comfortable chair while you cooked for you. He insisted on letting you sit while he grabs your favorites at the couples night buffet you take him to. You notice the booths there seemed to be shrinking. You asked and your kindly admits he’s so big he had to scoot the table towards you. He does it with a distracting jiggle of his gut and your on fire between your thighs too much to notice how big they feel is not your imagination. When you notice space in the car making out or in the theatres or your couch he whispers an evil truth: “Look what you did to me.” You don’t realize what’s happening because at first your metabolism kept up like when you were in your twenties. That dreamy stuffed gut delirium sex finished with you rubbing your own bloated tummy that by morning is down to a chunky curvy girl scale. At this later time you can’t but your body’s last moments of metabolism abandons you after gifting you that 10 pound increase you get while keeping up with a fat boy in your 20s. You state at 10-15 mitre then boom that shoots toward 20-30. Your belly starts to not shrink back. Your middle starts to insist on staying just stuck out more and more.

Right when you realize it on his birthday after eating your favorite cookies as you cook more that he’s eaten now. He’s fattening you up! His real birthday wish is to fatten you up. You blush as he catches you discovering this and swoops in with a pinch of fat off your hip that’s slipped loose from your well beyond tight pajamas.

“Oh it’s cute you truly thought those were for me…look at you so programmed I’ve turned you into your own feeder,” he grins. “But truly you’ve earned it, what’s good for the hog is good for the sow?”

He pokes you nose up and you snort like you’ve made him snort. Your body quivers for joy as you eat several of the chocolate almond mess you love! Omg wait he made this recipe for you early on! How long has he been planning this? Why are you so happpppyy!?! The deep need as a fat girl to just cut loose eat and eat get fatter no matter whatever devour sweets or any food hits her interest.

Truly your a switch with more dom but something about going full submissive for a weekend or two hits you hard. He’s got a cruel multitudes of your favorites plus his so he eats while you eat until your trying and loosing that battle to keep up with him. Your figure gives out rapidly on these retreats. The rest of the week back to being a feeder and him the feedee but you can’t help up eat too, more and more. It’s just normalized now.

Your groggyvthe feeling of weight and pressure in your distended gut keeps you from moving much but you whimper some not so happy mumbles.

“Time for your midnight snack.”

You whimpered in part horror and sleepy frustration because you’ve heard this before cued to orgasms so you get a tiny spark of arousal then cruel long nails find that spot between two back rolls and your moaning so wet your embarrassed and nearly come. It’s cruel because your mind goes fuzzy and you’re hungry despite being stuffed. Pointy long nails poke you and you moan in delight with a tasty bit of shame but joy in how distended you are. God is it really happening? Are we going through with this?

“See you have room here, here, and here! You need your ‘snack’ we can’t have you can faint from lack of food.”

You accept the ice cream container and you moan in protest as she gulp down the first mouthful but studied hands rub your bloated tummy the right way and your mind goes fuzzy and your fupa pulses in joy as you feel your bloated belly start to distend further. You really do have space as massages help you fit in more.

“Remember you’re allowed to beg and cry but not stop.”

You moan this time in honest pain and your eyes water and plead. You can’t stop though the long nails torture your stretch marks and fluffiest most embarrassing bit as you cum a tiny bit because you’re so helpless to stop. It’s a pain aftershock orgasm. You already came for a long time after the evening stuffing so your sore and vulnerable but entranced in shameful delightful pleasure.

“Hush and guzzle up princess, you demanded to be the fattest by a hundred pounds at my office party. Our annual showing of the holiday pig goal will take effort so slop up.”

Those final words the nails bury in the top of your fupa and you edge into another aftershock your whole nethers throb the muscles are tired and sore but your too well programmed. You get tearful and beg your so full so turned on. How did words and pointy finger nails get you to cry again. The loss of control and you being reduced to a factory of fat make you go fuzzy as cruel pokes and a final forcing of the carton over your face (got to drink or it’s all over you) makes you finish. It’s humiliatingly easy to make you cum your so weak and full. A series of them even until your dead mentally and falling asleep.

“That’s my sweet piggy princess, you did good with your midnight snack. Sleep well and turn it all to fat because you’ll need an empty stomach for breakfast,”

Your belly petted and massaged as your last not of resistance falls asleep. You don’t resist because you know you’ll be subjected to…er sweetly gifted a feast for breakfast. Honestly you realized you don’t need to think about that because you’ll be sweetly kept to the demands you requested. You’ve both decided to give up control to your fat and your growth.

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My goodness you’ve let go of that final last of resistance babe. I catch you eating when without prompt and prompting food be brought to you. You don’t really have it in you to resist anymore. I’ve gotten you so comfortable with accepting treats, extras and snacks. Each meal multilayered with multiple desserts or treats at night. We load you up and let you fill out the indent in the couch more. You truly now embody the meaning of “spoiled” with nearly every ounce of your being. You’ve always been fat but you used to be such an athletic fatty but now stairs and semi-longer walkways take your breath away. Your physique ruined by my tender care, an instance you take care and relax, and a willingness to discover what indulgence you can’t turn down. You’ve slowly went from that perky fast fat girl to the careful rotund butterball you are. I can see not only has my spoiling of you made you physically soft but I can feel your last bits of definition dissolve into lard.

The slightest movement of your body or the slightest tap and your flesh quivers and bounces. Ripples across the thick jiggly sheath of adipose tissue taking over your life. Somewhere buried under all that lard is that plump but in shape fat girl. Remember how socially acceptable your body was? My would even the average FA find you hot? Would the average feeder shake their head at me as I bring you food? Each added inch, stretch mark, roll another step towards complete obesity.

You’ve long past the point of curvy or ultra curvy as your body now has to get creative as all the obvious spots are filled to compactly. You’ve traded in your thick fat yet shapely ass for your more delicious wide gelatin mold of an ass shelf that just spreads and gets so flabby you never stop bouncing when you walk. Your belly hangs so low anyone can see sway in even when your clothes cover it. The slow explosion of your upper arms as the fat just keeps pushing into them and down into your lower arms as the final frontier of your wrists get conquered too.

Every moment of your day is now changed every aspect of your life to make room for more fat. You’re swamped by your own blubber when you sit fighting your tits to reach things. The hot comfort you now unconsciously have in resting your device on your stomach. The utter look of exhilaration and fear in the humiliation of how heavy you are surround by your curves and assets turned to weighty fat rolls and explosive swells of fat that pile up around you. They fight each other and you for space, your massive tummy takes center stage in a way I can tell you find extra humiliating. It’s tasty when the traces of your unconscious pride in being that acceptable curvy fatty surfaces and is crushed by your sheer rotundity. Your hourglass is only findable in traces. Bigger tits turn gelatinous like the rest of you but you’re still stacked and your wide fat ass slowly pools around you with your hips and thighs. I know that embarrassment of a fat middle is the worse part for you because you used to have a real waistline but now it’s two massive fat rolls hanging in a lard only double belly. Total jello/pudding consistency with a slight clinch of the lard below your tits to maybe resemble a waistline. You give me these great looks of true humiliation and resignation when you catch me looking at inches of escaped tummy roll or lovehandles. You can tell you forget how big you let me make your belly until those moments you realize.

I now know why you used to ask me would I ever find you too fat to handle. I think an honest question or need to be reassured with a clear fantasy but somewhere in the last hundred pounds it’s slowly almost a plea. Like Violet as she’s chewing away crying for help. You can’t stop yourself now and I realize now some part of you desperately hoped I’d sour to our game and stop you before we hit some edge.

I think we went passed that now because you stopped asking and started eating more and more. The humiliation and consequences too tiny before the years of training and the long loss of your fitness and muscle mass. Your helplessness to your own pleasure evident when you orgasm until you cry versus cry like your old thin(ner) self would have. You hoped I was lying about taking you beyond that edge. Some part of you hoped I’d stop you because you knew once I started you down that enabling, submission inducing and fattening path of pleasure you really didn’t think you could stop.

I think you chose me because another more true part of you didn’t want to stop. You knew my ability to dom you as evil taunting feeder, sweet lover feeder and subtle farmer feedee shaping your environment to fatten you would overwhelm your lingering resistance. You’ve never been greedier and more gluttonous until after some humiliating detail is revealed or experience occurs.

You’ll finally give into your desire soon love. I’ll shower you with weed, food, and mindless trash YouTube and your video games. Until your this rotund helpless butterball. Gut on the bed you on your side because you can’t hold up your gut without pain. I’ll massage and praise you, massage and grope with evil teases and finally I’d let you loose. Your normal signals to help you stop ignored.. you laugh knowing I swear to help you always sneak a bit too much slips into bloated moaning but unable to stop yourself. You’ve ceded so much control you never thought might happen if you trade total control to me on accident. You beg and moan until you’re near weeping and I stop you and massage you relax you. Then comes the fattening milkshakes and cream. Mad concoctions you’d never think you could handle but your stoned and food drunk. I’ll do that for nights in a row. Stuffing, massage your stomach until you can accept more until you get used to it. I’ll reset your metabolism to want insane amounts, get you dependent on it. I’ll switch you to periods of free grazing give you freedom and choice in a controlled way. Our fun time rule of never get up, I’ll grab that piggy will become law. Honestly though we got to make this system flexible, I can’t take all your freedom. I’ll let you get up if you eat one of my many treats I’ve left for you. You can move about if need be but your weight will never be impacted. Honestly with your metabolism crashed and turn into a fat factory I’ll bet any activity leaves you ravenous. I doubt you’ll be able to control yourself at one snack when I leave piles. Those cruel bags of dark chocolate covered pretzels. You can’t control yourself and I swear I heard you accidentally snort when you ate them so fast. I’ll render you down to your basest self gluttony beyond words. Your inner sow is showing dear, I’ll say in so many small ways and you’ll stuff yourself harder. You’ll soak your panties then outgrow them. We’ll dedicate a budget to your clothes. Buy extra room for your unavailable weight gain. Your figure first but now your mind a bit. Your bright, your smart but your just so programmed you eat like a lunatic my hands massaging you to accept more. Letting you lay with your belly next to you is such a relieve but so humiliating as it keeps going further and further across your bed. It hangs if you lay on the couch wrong. Your double belly food deepens to a shocking degree of your lovehandles are part if your belly fold now.