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thank god nobody's keeping track of the chocolate count, that would probably be Really embarrassing for you. TOO embarrassing for you. right, everyone?

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1. Eat until absolutely stuffed.

2. Get turned on about it.

3. Realize you're so full/fat you can really reach right now.

4. Slap at and jiggle your fat pad in an attempt to stimulate anything. Just manage to tease yourself.

i’m also monitoring how much time she actually stays in bed. sometimes she falls asleep in the middle of the day from eating a lot and her hours in bed reach like 19 hours out of 24.

can’t wait for the day she’ll try to get up like she usually does and she’ll realize she can’t stand anymore for whatever reason: ankles or feet too swollen up from insulin and blood sugar, or maybe her articulations simply stopped supporting that much of a terminally obese hog.

i want to see the fear in her eyes. i want to hear her heart skip some beats because she thought she’d have more time before failing to stand from that point to the exact minute of her fattening and agonizing end. i want to hear her rasping breath trying to utter some worried words and i want to press the funnel to her lips and simply reassuring her that I’m gonna take care of all her needs without her having ever again to touch the floor with her soles.

i want to dry her tears while i stretch that big balloon stomach out with extremely caloric slop and to listen to her organs struggling to keep up with me and my plans for her.

i want her eyes to go cloudy from diabetic retinopathy, i want to blind her with so much sugar that she’ll not even understand what i’m feeding her. i want her little sausagy fingers to go numb with sugar, i want to put a nasogastric feeding tube into her intestines so that she’ll gain weight 24/7 without even me needing to move a finger for it. well, i’ll do it anyways… i mean, i’ll keep feeding her high calories fried junk while she is fed slop by the tube.

i don’t care if she suffers, she’s mine to do whatever i want with her. she’s my fattening pig, and i cherish her in the same way a farmer cherishes their prize-winning fattest hog.

she’s my pet, hell, even less than a pet sometimes, since i’d never do anything like this to my cat. she’s my first project and i love her so much that she has to expire exactly the way i programmed her to.

until then, i’ll simply keep reanimating her to fatten her up to my wishes.

she cannot die if i don’t allow her to.

- first time having your belly button fucked as you get funnel fed with a ceiling mounted tank full of weight gain shake consisting of melted butter and pure lard

- first heart palpitations after getting fed a massive feast at the buffet, feeling your heart straining while you beg for more

- First time not being able to get up from the bed / couch with their fat growing body pinning them down after a huge feast

- first time having to use a mobility scooter in public, showing everyone what a real death piggy looks like

- first time having to put their oxygen cannula to help them breath and get air circulated through their lungs being crushed by the newly added weight

- first time breaking the bariatric scale from how much your morbidly obese body weighs

- first time having a heart monitor hooked up on you and seeing how much your lard ridden heart is struggling to keep you alive as you get fed endlessly

- first time having your feeder use the crane hooked to the ceiling so they can lift your massive gut and give you a reward for being a good piggy

So as you can see, lots of first ( out of many more ) will happen when you decide to let a death feeder take care of you and see how far you let yourself go

My partner and I started experimenting with her wearing an app controlled vibrator. Specifically the lovense lush model. We’ve been using it for about a year now and after some technical kinks (pun intended) we have fully integrated it into this lifestyle.

I control the device through an app on my phone and my partner earns stimulation/orgasms when she overeats. She initially set the rules of the game. She was sitting at the kitchen table hand feeding herself slices of cheesecake when she said between bites that she was wearing the device snd for me to turn it on if she eats all the cheesecake. When she did I turned it on. She orgasmed multiple times and later said it was one of the best orgasms of her life.

But now we use it a bit differently. I decide when it gets turned on snd she earns it through being a good 🐷. 4000 calories by noon and she gets her first orgasm. She earns another with a major stuffing at night. Even when we are miles apart i csn activate it. We’ve joked that she’s become Pavlov’s pig because she now associates overeating with earning an orgasm.

uh oh! he's deluding himself! quick send him even more chocolate before the reality of the situation fully sets in

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