randomperson963

[randomperson963]

Listen Fatty

You have done a nice job eating and you’ve put on a little bit of weight recently but I have to say I’m no where near satisfied. I need so much more of your fat. I want to be suffocated under your belly and fatpad when I please your pathetically small and buried pigcock. I want you to have such a massive belly and mountainous tits that you can’t see what I’m doing down there. You’ll only get to feel twinges of pleasure and sensation. I want you unable to roll over without assistance. That way when I flop your pancake of a body over I have no resistance when I peg your jello ass. It’ll be so thrilling to listen to you wheeze for oxygen because of the pressure your fat whale body puts on your burdened lungs. I want you so fat that a few times a day you get an electric, shooting pain through your blubbery chest. Your fat surrounded heart reaching its end. Don’t worry pig. Mommy loves you. That’s why she needs so much more of you. She can’t have enough. She never will. Your only job is to push your gluttonous self to your breaking point. ☺️

Oink if you understand. 🐷

[randomperson963]

~Hey there big guy~

I’ve noticed that you’re looking a bit more round lately. That new shirt you got only just a few months ago seems to barely contain the bottom of your swollen belly. Have you been indulging a bit more lately? It’s okay, you can tell me. ☺️ it’s not like it isn’t obvious so anything other than “yes” would be an outright lie. Don’t feel ashamed. You’re looking good. Unlike your clothes, I find the weight fits you. In fact, I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner one of these nights? I know this Italian place that just opened up and they serve massive portions. All those carbs would look real good on you too. What do you say? Oh, I knew you couldn’t resist. 😉 I’ll pick you up, it’s my treat and I asked you out after all. Plus, I’d like to run you to the ice cream parlor afterwards. Don’t worry there will be more dessert to follow after wards. The night would only just be getting started. We have a long way to grow—I mean go. 😈

[randomperson963]

Hey there-

Yes, you. You’re scrolling and scrolling. You’re taking in all this content telling you to GROW and GORGE. You’re seeing belly after belly indulging your inner deeper desires. You so badly want to be a to be a HUGE, FAT, IMMOBILE BLOB for others to worship or play with. That temptation is always there in the back of your deviant little mind. Some days you even think about how one little GLUTTONOUS day won’t hurt and that’ll give you a small fix for a while. I’m here to tell you that hunger will never be satisfied, PIGGY. At least not in a days worth of indulging. You need to feed that gut MORE. You need to swallow MORE succulent calories with that GREEDY mouth of yours. You need to embrace that you are a HOG. You can’t just deny it or get a fix now and then. This is who you are. Sure, you may be smart and have a career, but are you happy? Wouldn’t you be more fulfilled living as a DUMB, HYPER-DEPENDENT, and MASSIVE HOG under my care? Where all you do daily is eat meal after meal, lay around, and play video games mindlessly. Your brain slowly adapting to your new lifestyle right along with your body. Knowledge that doesn’t pertain to moving that HOGGISH mouth of yours flying out the window as the pounds rapidly start piling on. You don’t need mobility, you don’t need thoughts, you don’t need independence. You have ME and YOUR FAT. So, you don’t have to put the phone down, but you do need to pick up a burger (or three) and get to eating for US. Understand?

Good. 😊

[randomperson963]

You

Yes YOU.

I see you scrolling through blog after blog of fat bellies, FFAs, food pics, weight gain stories, before and after pics, etc. it’s become a daily ritual for you, if not even more often that that. You can’t help but feel the urge to just surrender yourself to gluttony. You have been fighting it for so long now, denying yourself. You keep saying that you’ll wait for the perfect time or situation to do it if it arises. That time is now. NOW. You deserve to live the way you’re meant to live. The life you were born for. You’re a hog. You may be thin right now, but that’s not what you’re meant to be. You’re destined to be another pig adding to the obesity rates. You’re meant to be in a drive thru ordering enough food for a family but in reality it’s all for yourself. You’re meant to have to keep buying higher capacity scales every year or so because you keep maxing them out. You’re meant to be the FATTEST in the room, even if that room is in the bariatric wing of the hospital because you need round the clock care. No more shyly reaching out to FFAs and deactivating your account before we can reply. No more going through phases of binges only to restart your gym membership next week. Gluttony starts now. You commit to being your true hog self NOW. You owe yourself that. Plus, I’ll be more than happy to see you grow and cheer you on, piggy. 😘

[randomperson963]

New Year

Heavier You

Make sure you’re going into this year the ready to make every day the fattest you have ever been! While others may be making resolutions to work out and join gyms you’ll be putting away enough calories to fuel a family of 4. Forget abs, grow rolls! Stay dedicated and disciplined! While the others are slacking and eventually quitting their fitness resolutions you’ll have the head start onto your dream body and hopefully inspire them to do the same and if they haven’t yet, cancel their gym membership. Let’s make the world fatter! Starting with YOU!

[randomperson963]

Eat

Eat like *because you’re tired of being able to walk.

Eat like *because you’re over being able to stand.

Eat like *because you’re done with being able to get out bed.

Eat like *because even having the ability to sit yourself up is too burdensome for you.

Eat like *because it’s your only purpose in life and everything else is just an obstacle that you’re too fat to deal with and no longer equipped to handle.

You were put here on this Earth to do one thing piggy.

Eat

I’ll take care of the rest~

[randomperson963]

The Feeding Barn: your experience at The Feeding Farm

There you sat, fully naked in a row of other girls. Some were petite, others were quite chubby, but most were absolutely obese.

You fell into that last category. Rolls upon rolls, your tits hanging done almost to your belly button, a gut so large and ruined from constant stuffing that it made up most of your frame, and an array of stretch marks and cellulite from head to toe.

You had done this at least a few hundred times now, but the anticipation and excitement still swelled inside you.

Your piggy brain was at the point that it could only think about a few things. Food, getting fatter, and having your cervix rammed by a breeding machine.

You began to whine, as did the others around you. You were all starving, which was absolutely torturous.

Finally, the double doors swung open, and an army of volunteer feeders stepped in, each carrying a bucket in their arms. One after another, they began to fill your troughs full. Hot dogs, whole pizzas, milkshakes, brownie batter, nacho cheese, bacon, biscuits with gravy, and curly fries.

The thinner new girls looked on in shock and horror, some excited to begin the fattening, and others mortified. The chubbier girls who were now used to this type of feeding either groaned or cheered based on how well they had accepted the piggification process. Finally, every single girl over 300 pounds began to dig in as soon as the first bucket began to pour, so hungry for more fat on their bodies that they had no choice but to eat everything in sight.

You began to dig in, using your hands as shovels. Grease and frosting covered your hands, face, and body as you consumed thousands of calories in mere minutes. You could feel your belly swelling like a balloon, being able to stretch so massive thanks to your constant feeding.

As you ate, you thought about the fat being added to your body and felt a raging lust growing inside you. Luckily, the volunteers were passing out vibrators, which you snatched and immediately turned to the highest setting.

Many girls were already tapping out, either getting sick from the concoction of food, or just being too full, however you weren’t even close. After an hour, your trough was nearly empty, so it was refilled.

Your belly now sat between your legs, red and swollen. It sat on the ground and pushed your legs further and further apart. Your jaw hurt, your belly was screaming, and you were covered in sweat and grease, but you only stopped when you were finally made (temporarily) immobile and couldn’t reach the trough.

You breathed heavily, unable to make a single coherent thought.

Once again, the volunteers returned, funnels in hand. They inserted the tube into your mouth and began to pour a mixture of vegetable shortening, maltodextrin, and simple syrup straight down your throat. It burned as it went down, but you could literally feel the pounds being added. For another hour they continued to pour until you me belly was the size of a yoga ball and you began to drift off, consciousness fading as the food coma began to take over. Another 48 hours would be lost to you as you slept and digested the over 400,000 calories you had just consumed, but that was a sacrifice you were willing had to make.

[randomperson963]

Cute boys get too fat to live independently ☺️

[randomperson963]

Playing with my fat always gets me out of breath

[randomperson963]

Hey, can you hold this for me? 🐷

[randomperson963]

I’m soooooooo full I need a belly rub so fucking bad 😩😩😩

[randomperson963]

My big belly for valentines day? 😌🌹

[randomperson963]

An early valentine from your truffle filled pig….🐽