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An incredibly fat neck works just as well as a collar to remind someone who owns them.

Fat.

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Keep eating

It's feeding time hog, so go get get a armful of food and sit your fatass down. I am in the mood to see just how far I can push your belly to its max. Today is the day you push past your limits and show me how much of a greedy porker you can be. By now, you should be shoveling as much food down your throat as possible. Turn off your inhibitions that tell you to stop eating. I want you to focus on my words and keep eating. You want to keep eating for me. You have to keep eating for me. It doesn't matter that your sides are starting to feel tighter. It doesn't matter that you can feel bite after bite weigh you down. You are a hog first, so you should focus only on getting that next bite of food. That's all you can think about anyways. Your mind is filled with thoughts of me rubbing your poor expanding gut while I tell you what a good fatty you are. It doesn't matter how many calories you eat today. All the food you eat is going to make you pack on the pounds no matter what you do. You won't be exercising anytime soon. You will be far too overfilled to even think about moving a flabby little inch. Just give in to my words and eat eat eat. Keep that mouth full and that mind empty. You are a greedy flabby hog that needs to eat. You are desperate to be as full as possible. Your body wants more to matter how full you get. You are too busy taking bite after fattining bite to think about anything. You are my growing sow. You are my porker that needs to get a full as possible, and you are going to be massive for me. Dont stop eating. Keep those tubby arms moving up and down to shove food in your mouth. I don't want to see a single crumb wasted. If you be a good piggy, you get to cum all you want, so keep eating. Keep getting fuller. Moan from how full and horny you feel. Beg me to let you cum when your belly feels like it will burst from another bite. Keep eating till nothing is in sight but your mountain of flab. Only then can you cum like a true hog and accept that you can't stop eating.

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Did you ever think you would get this big piggy? Did you ever anticipate that you’d get this greedy and desperate to grow as you pursued a life of overindulgence? Me personally, I really doubt it. A glutton like you couldn’t possibly have the capacity to consider the consequences of their actions. Your huge, swollen belly and your libido are the only things in control now. Every decision you make is driven by the single-minded aim of feeling good and getting fatter. It doesn’t matter that your ass is getting stuck in chairs now. You don’t care that you’ve had to buy new clothes for the second time this month because you can’t button your pants anymore. You’d never allow these minor inconveniences to stop you from stuffing your greedy mouth, and if anything they make you all the more desperate to grow. The wave of sexual pleasure you feel from eating until you’re anchored to your couch by your soft, swollen gut is overwhelming. Every episode of bingeing makes you painfully horny and leaves you desperate for more. This is your life now piggy, all you live for is hedonistic pleasure.

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I absolutely adore sleepy feedees, you’re telling me that after you stuff yourself to your hearts content you want to fall asleep on my lap as I run my fingers through your hair and rub your overstuffed tummy? You got yourself a deal sweetie, I am there! Snuggle me as much as you want and I’ll rub your tummy for hours as you snooze away your well earned food coma!

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IDEA: boudoir photos taken in front of an open fridge. do you hear me. Do you hear me. midnight snack themed boudoir photo shoot. the fridge getting emptier and the tummy getting visibly fuller as the shoot goes on

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I want to buy someone a shirt twice their size and see how slowly it's starts to fit them smaller

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As much as I love direct praise ("good boy" "you did so well" etc.) soft teasing is a perfect form of degradation while maintaining the caretaker/helpless feedee dynamic. Words like, "look at how big you've gotten, you just can't stop eating, can you?" as they approach from behind, watching you try to pull a too-tight shirt over that ever-expanding frame. Hands tracing the stretchmarks on your gut and teasing you for how fast you're putting on weight. Grasping onto your fatpad and begrudging how hard it is to find your privates lately beneath all that blubber, even though having to dig between your fat thighs and overhang makes it so much more sensual. Or watching you workout, all that fat jiggling around and heavy breathing in a pathetic display of unhealthiness ("poor baby, you used to be so fit, but now you can't even manage one push-up").

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The sexual pleasure at the idea of a hard throbbing dick buried underneath hundreds of pounds of fat. It's the ideal.

You're too fat to function, but your dick certainly seems to disagree. You feel the arousal and the physical sensation of sexual intoxication... but what can you do about it?

You're too fat to reach under your belly. Too fat to reach your own manhood. You've existed in this limbo of constant sexual desire with no ability to satisfy it. At least, no physical ability. Your gluttonous appetite seems to be the only thing that can finish you. That, and jiggling your fat.

If you can't reach your dick, or even the fat surrounding it, you can at least jiggle your belly aggressively with the hope that those hypnotic jiggles will transfer to your fat pad and help you cum.

But wouldn't it be better if there was another person there? A person who wants your fat body. A person who loves to see you eat and struggle and become impossibly aroused.

You fantasize about it. Stuffed to the brim, feeling the food in your stomach reach your esophagus... your only relief is burping. The more air you get out, the less full you feel.

But you enjoy feeling full. So, burping the air out, in your mind, is only making more room for food. And, yet again, that results in a reaction from your dick.

Eating: being impossibly full. Gaining: being impossibly fat... it is everything you ever wanted. If only you had someone who enjoyed it with you. Someone to stuff you into oblivion and dive beneath your belly to finish you off.

Keep dreaming. Don't give up. It'll happen.

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I love love love a feedee who's in denial about just how big they've gotten. Acting like it hasn't impacted them that much.

Telling me about how their lifestyle hasn't really changed around mouthfuls of fast food, belly peeking out of the bottom of a shirt that would've fit the old them like a circus tent.

Not mentioning how they used to run for fun, and now barely walk a few hundred steps a day.

Needing me to be on top when we have sex, because there's too much belly to hold out of the way now. Nevermind how winded and out of breath they get after just a few seconds of heaving themselves back and forth.

But I'll happily play along. They're right not much has changed has it? And you know what that means, it means you need to keep eating for me. If it hasn't impacted your lifestyle yet, you must not be big enough.

Stay in denial as long as you want, it just makes it easier for me to make you fatter than I could've ever hoped for.

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problematic thigh gap. they should be fatter

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"are you glorifying obesity??" oh yes. it's very glorious.

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Good boys eat and get fatter.

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Faux cluelessness/denial is sooooo hot. Like oh yeah, you totally dont know where all that weight came from. You definitely don't think it was from the boxes of donuts you eat every week. And it's DEFINITELY not from that full pizza you devoured last night (and don't forget you washed it down with soda! You felt so stuffed after). No, you'll probably just tell yourself it's water weight or bloating as you stuff yourself again, secretly really into the fact you can feel your stomach getting fuller

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2 ex jocks part 1, preview

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I want to watch someone stuff themselves shamelessly. Eat until their belly is full and rounded out. So full that they’ve had to unbutton their pants, or even remove them. I want them to moan about how bloated their belly is, how much it aches and how badly they need comfort. I want them to hold their belly with both hands, rubbing gently, trying hard to soothe their discomfort. I’ll praise them for how much they stuffed themselves. They did it for me. I’ll rub their big, stuffed belly until they feel less achy. Kissing them, telling them how proud I am. I want them to feel safe with me, comfortable. I want them to know how good it makes me feel to watch them overindulge. Of course a little teasing won’t hurt. I’ll pat their full belly, reminding them how good they feel when they stuff themself. How embarrassed they’d be if anyone else ever saw them groan over how satisfied a stuffed belly makes them feel. How happily full they are, how much they love rounding out their belly for me.

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somewhere you surrendered. You gave in, gave up, got totally defeated. was it when stuffings started become nightly? when they happened more than once a day or became continuous? or maybe it's when you really started eating whatever you wanted, in whatever quantity, whenever you felt like it. whenever you wanted to feel big. somewhere along the way you've become totally shameless about how your gluttony has been inflating your body.

you wobbled with fat now, belly bouncing cheerily behind your shirt, which could no longer hide the growing bulge. the indent of your belly button always showed through the overstretched fabric now. you weren't huge but you were blurring between "pudgy" and "chubby". your first move from one small category of fat into a new one. unless "soft" had also been a category that you blew past without even noticing. your once flat, lean stomach now lets your fingers sink in so easily. from the side you look thicker, stomach jutting out in a gentle arc. when you moved your hands up over your hips, you could feel where the love handles were forming and you shuddered when squeezed at them, always imagining how it'd feel when they bulged even more over the waistbands of your jeans, became more obvious that you were getting wider too.

what you're starting to realize is that fattening yourself is a process of surrendering again and again and again to every craving for indulgence that you have the time and the means to fulfill. it's about cultivating a reckless sense of greed. it's daring to gorge yourself at any given opportunity just because you can and to warmly welcome the increasing softness of your bloated body.

you gave up the hundreds, thousands of times that you surrendered to more.

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How embarrassing. You’ve been hard at work growing out your heavy, soft belly haven’t you? I can see your pants straining to contain your growing waistline and you look so impossibly round and bloated. Did someone overeat again? Thats okay piggy, I’ll give you permission to unbutton your pants and let your huge, swollen gut spill out on to your lap. You look so much better when everyone can see how massive you’ve made yourself. I can see your t-shirt is slowly becoming a crop-top, snuggly wrapping around your breasts as your stomach swells. This picture of you might have bothered you before but you’re so obsessed with getting fatter now it just turns you on more. You live to eat, please, and grow now piggy. The fatter you get, the better you feel.