Ayy!

I know I can be difficult and whine when you force so much food into me. My belly hurts after 10,000 calories. You're ruthless and hardly give me breaks. My tummy staying big 90% of the day. Every day. I've tripled in size the last few months. I'm so big I'm out of breath just by walking a few feet. You follow me and stuff donuts and cakes into my mouth even when I'm walking. You stop me just to push me against the wall and feed me more. Your hands rubbing my bulging belly, tickling and jiggling it as I moan from being so full. You tease me when I waddle around the house. Yes I'm aware I might get too fat to fit through the door...

I'm getting so out of shape that I need at least 15 minutes just to get myself out of bed. Rolling myself over takes quite a bit of effort now. Shifting my heavy fat encased legs is a workout in itself. I feel myself getting weaker because of you. Always telling me to eat more every day. I've destroyed myself and can't stop. A gluttonous pig I have become. You used to hold me down just to feed me, now I'm growing too big to even resist. Just feeding myself fatter until I have no choice.

You've gotten more aggressive now that the scale reads 600 lbs. You seem to be driven to forcefeed me to immobility and its working... I can hardly get out of bed without your help, which...you don't always assist me, just push me back into bed and stuff pizza down my throat. You love teasing me. Spreading my blubber riddled legs apart and rubbing me. You know how to get me going by stuffing a tube down my throat and stroking me until I'm nearly cumming. Then you stop. I know I'm not allowed to cum until I gain at least a pound in a day. You're so wicked sometimes.

That just makes me want more. 600...850...900 pounds later I'm still filling myself for you. My arms weighed down with big bags of fat resting against my sloppy overlapping rolls on my sides. My globular moobs drooping down my huge belly. I know I'm hardly recognizable I'm so obese. A literal ball of fat unable to stand anymore. My cock buried under a massive mound of lard that also resembles a roll of fat under my burgeoning gut. You've pushed me so far and so much that I can't stop consuming. You used to use a funnel to fill me but upgraded to a tube and vat. Sickening to think of.

I can feel my health declining. I wheeze when you roll me over onto my belly to fuck me. I don't resist at all. I can't. I'm so goddamn fat and unhealthy I would grow out of breath just by wiggling so I lay there as you push yourself into me, spreading my colossal ass cheeks apart. Even when you fuck me I'm eating. Always eating. Mindless and dull I suck down thousands of calories while you pleasure yourself. I can feel my whole body wobble with every thrust. My heart and head pounds from being so massive. You struggle to find my cock as its already wet from pre cum.

After you're finished with me you always roll me over and stroke me while wobbling my huge gut. You remind me of how big and useless I've grown. Now I'm just your fat fucktoy. God I love it. I must be over 1,300 lbs now. My whole body shakes when you jerk me off and I sweat profusely. I can't help it anymore. You tease me and rub my big tits, slapping them while degrading me. My heart pounds and the fat on my chest is slowly suffocating me. Choking me. You force me to lay on my back and my head pounds from the pressure. I wheeze and gasp with every stroke. You kiss my swollen gut and roll it around. It hurts from getting so taut but you just keep feeding and stroking me. I sputter with my mouth filling and my throat working down the slop. "Keep eating pig, eat until you're about to burst. I want you bigger...heavier...completely bedbound." I'm throbbing now. Soaked in sweat. "Work for it pig." You squeeze my swollen thighs. I'm so close.

My stomach hurts now. I can hear the churning deep within. I've eaten way more than I ever have. Its hard to breathe. My chest is pounding and my legs are shaking. My throat is sore from swallowing. I'm huge. I can't see past my full belly. My tits bouncing with every stroke flopping and jiggling. I'm growing dizzy from being worked up and struggling to breathe. Yet you keep forcing more into me. "Thats it...fill yourself. This is your best stuffing session yet. Stretch your stomach for more." You tap my belly and its taut as a drum. I'm ready to blow. My face hot and I grip the sheets. Gurgling noises are now audible from my gut. I'm almost scared that I truly might burst. I whine and wiggle for you to stop. "Just a little more..." Your hand slows and you tease my sack. I know its growing increasingly difficult to reach down there. I grunt and groan from the pain building up deep inside me. I huff and wheeze from behind the tube and involuntarily grind against your strokes. "You're getting big piggy. Almost there."

I attempt to stretch my legs out for you but they're so heavy that I can't. "Stop wiggling pig, just swallow. Eat for me. Grow for me. You're so obese you can't stop. Soon the only thing you'll be able to do is eat yourself to an early grave." And there it is. I finally cum. Hard. The tube empty as well and my stomach is hard from every inch of me being filled. I'm in so much pain from being stuffed to the brim I don't want to move. You leave me groaning and burping, softly rubbing my overstretched gut. "Good hog, I'm proud of you. I'll clean you up."

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I’m taking over now. You’re mine to tease and feed. I want your mouth working…chewing nearly every hour of the day. Your clothes need to always be on the verge of ripping. Self control? That no longer exists. You need to be full every hour of the day, no arguing. I’ll provide everything, all you need to do is eat. I want you to be a good submissive and do as you’re told. I’ll spank if you if you don’t and I am not nice about it. In fact, any hesitation will result in a sore ass. If you make me angry or are lashing out I’ll just tie you to the bed and feed you until you’re damn near bursting. Besides, I’m way more fit than you. You’re muscle tone has diminished and turned into pure fat. You would stand no chance. I’m in control of you now. I need you to outgrow this bed. Outgrow wearing clothes. Outgrow ever going out in public. I’ll make a pig of you. Your face will be dirty from stuffing it all day and your jaw will be sore from chewing. Eventually that will be too much even and I’ll just funnel feed you. You’ll be so busy glutting yourself that you won’t notice your slowly forming new chin or how your lower arms are bloating and starting to sag. Your tummy will soon reach your knees in your lap and your thighs will have their own rolls. I’ll tease you every step of the way too. You’ll squirm with embarrassment but I won’t stop, you need to be reminded how much of a fat sow you are. I’ll pin you down and stuff your tubby mouth full of sugary snacks and jiggle your overfilled tummy until its swollen and hard as a rock. I’m stronger than you and can easily hold you down and feed you mercilessly. You’ll fucking love it though, don’t lie to yourself. You’ll just keep getting fatter until I won’t need to hold you down anymore, you’ll be too fat to even care. You’ll just lay there and let me feed you and squeeze every inch of your soft plump body. Weeks will pass and your body will expand bigger and bigger. I’ll smack your ass and push more food into you. Your belly will cascade far past your knees straight towards the floor. An obese hog you’ll be. I’ll livestream you eating in front of thousands and let them call you names and degrade you while you feast yourself even more obese. I’ll slap and wobble your pillowy rolls of flab and lift your huge tubby gut to show off how heavy it is getting. You’ll never say ‘No’ to me. Thats not an acceptable answer when I’m shoveling thousands of calories down your throat, pig. You’re mine.

Just remember…

I’m taking over now, and I know you can’t stop me. You’re too fucking obese and weak. Your self control is gone and your will to reverse this is too. Go ahead and try, but you better act fast before you end up being too fucking fat to move 😈

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