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A Hero's Buttery Addiction

Just a little short thing this time, featuring a certain Hylian hero discovering the joys of cooking with butter! Inspired by @plumpybread whose art helps me visualize how to write larger sizes WAY better than I used to. I know he's like, a legend in the community already but if you haven't seen his work somehow, please check it out! His art is so good!

A cool breeze blew through the air in Rito Village, blowing south from the Hebra Mountains. Link suppressed a shiver, feeling the brisk chill around the bottom of his tunic. He adjusted the feather-lined garment quickly, pulling it down to cover his abdomen, but it immediately started riding up on him as soon as he continued walking. The Hylian grumbled to himself, opting to try and ignore it while he stocked up on supplies at the general store. Link walked into the cozy open-air hut, nodding at the Rito shopkeeper with a warm smile as he piled all of the goat butter the shop had in stock into his satchel. He handed a pouch of rupees to the Rito as payment before walking out of the store to head back out adventuring Hyrule.

Link didn’t want to admit it to himself, but the Hylian has packed on some pounds in recent months. Once he had discovered the joys of cooking with goat butter, he never looked back, and the delicious, creamy, fattening substance had clearly affected his waistline. The sliver of pale, soft chub that peeked out from his warm Rito Tunic gave him a slight muffin top, and his thighs ever so slightly brushed together when he walked. Link seemed ignorant to these changes to his body, though; mentally, he attributed his tighter clothing to an ill-advised attempt at making a fan powered raft that fell apart, plunging him into icy cold water while fully clothed. To him, the cold water must have shrunk his clothing somehow! It couldn’t have anything to do with his new culinary obsession, surely!

The pudgy Hylian sat at a cooking pot, sorting through his available ingredients. Link pulled out a slab of prime meat, a large hearty bass, some Hylian mushrooms, and a stick of goat butter. He paused, thinking for a moment. If just one stick of goat butter improved the flavor of a dish so much… Why not use two? Reaching into his bag, Link grabbed another stick of butter, and tossed it into the pot with the rest of the food, watching it melt and coat the meat and mushrooms, sizzling delightfully. As soon as his meal was done, Link immediately took an eager bite, too hungry to wait any longer. The flavors exploded in his mouth, coating his tongue in a rich, oily sensation. This was amazing! He scarfed down the rest of the pile of meat, seafood, and mushrooms, patting his pudgy stomach in satisfaction. Link knew one thing for sure now: he was going to have to keep trying butter in more recipes if it made them taste this good!

Months passed, and Link’s reputation for cooking rich, decadent meals for himself grew. Shops all over Hyrule knew to stock up on extra goat butter, as the eager Hylian hero would travel to each and every settlement just to get his fix. As his desire for egregious amounts of butter grew, so did his waistline. Link had absolutely blown up since discovering that adding more butter to his cooking made it taste even better. The Hylian man was undeniably morbidly obese, and many of the citizens of Hyrule were a little bit worried about how rapidly he had descended into obesity, but none of them felt brave enough to try and broach the subject with the rapidly-fattening hero.

Link has taken to using his Purah Pad to teleport him directly to each town to minimize the amount of walking he had to do. For some reason he had been getting very tired even from brief walks lately, and his horse had been similarly exhausted just from short rides. Link materialized outside the shrine at Hateno Village, taking time to gather himself before the arduous walk downhill towards the general store. He somehow still didn’t realize the cause of his growing problems was the hundreds of pounds he’d packed onto his body in mere months. Link’s body was bloated with lard, to the point that he was nearing half a ton of fat on his once-lithe frame. His face was framed by a set of cherubic chipmunk cheeks, already flushed and sweaty just from a few slow, wobbling steps away from the shrine. His neck was buried under a ring of flab, graduating him from a double chin to a pronounced triple chin. His once-toned arms were replaced with bloated sacks of blubber the size of pillows, sagging down his sides and forcing his arms out at an angle even when not in use. His elbows were long buried under all of this lard, and even his wrists and hands were beginning to plump up at the joints, making bending his fingers and grabbing food a chore. His pecs had ballooned into flabby breasts that were just starting to droop down either side of his gut. The tunic he currently wore, his blue Champions Tunic that he was given over one hundred years ago, was stretched tightly across his chest, functioning more as a bra than a more decent article of clothing and riddled with rips and tears from stretching across so much flab. His former muffin top had graduated into a stack of fluffy love handles, pooling over the straight waistband of his trousers and , when combined with his flabby chest, were half of the reason his arms stuck out at such an angle now. His bloated thighs touched at every point no matter how far apart his spread his legs to walk, forcing him into a pronounced waddle. He couldn’t even bend his knees anymore; the flab from his thighs had long since enveloped the joints, joining his meaty calves in the downfall of his once-proud stride.

His biggest asset, however, was his gut. The slab of lard was a monument to his gluttony, forming an apron of flab that sagged down to his buried knees. Every slow, measured step he took, his stomach slapped against his meaty thighs, sending his entire flabby body jiggling and wobbling endlessly. The obese hero was sweaty and exhausted after just a few steps, panting and wheezing from the exertion of shifting just under half a ton of fat with every shuffling step, but his craving for butter-soaked food kept him from giving up on his journey to the store.

When the sweaty, huffing pile of lard finally made it, he shoved the door open with his titanic gut, dreading what came next. Link knew intimately well that doors and him didn’t mix these days, even if he refused to accept or acknowledge why. The Hylian was an absolute wall of flab and rolls, trying to force himself through a tiny doorway. The shopkeeper could only stare in horror and fascination as the legendary hero attempted to squeeze his enormous bulk into the store, wheezing from the exertion. He grabbed the doorframe with his pudgy fingers, trying to force his double-wide hips through, but his rolls and folds were firmly wedged. Link continued panting and groaning, his bulky body oozing around either side of the door frame, when an ominous cracking noise started to occur. Suddenly, with a loud snap, the wood of the doorway and the surrounding walls splintered, and Link stumbled through into the shop, his entire body wobbling from the sudden forward momentum. Barreling forward at speeds his obese form weren’t meant to handle, the lard-laden Hylian hero overbalanced, landing on his cascading gut with so much force that it shook the entire building. Merchandise clattered to the floor from the display shelves as shockwaves rippled through his body like an ocean, and he lay on the floor gasping for air after all of his weight knocked it out of his poor, overtaxed lungs. The shopkeeper looked at the damaged doorway in horror, knowing that no matter how much butter the legendary hero was here to purchase, it wouldn’t pay for the repair costs, especially with his increased visits. Something had to be done about the gluttonous hero, but what?

After the disastrous incident at the Hateno General Store, shopkeepers around Hyrule had begun taking Link’s purchases to him as he waited outside their shops, to minimize damage done to their buildings. It was a solution, for sure, but many worried about what would happen when Link grew too large to make the short walks to their stores from the teleport points at the towns’ shrines. Many ideas were proposed: shop stalls set up right at the shrines just for Link, some sort of horse and cart system to carry the growing hero to his destinations, even a conveyor belt to carry him to the store entrances was suggested! However, Link ended up solving the problem himself while cooking one day. He’d begun using his Ultra Hand powers to help him grab ingredients once his arms became basically useless at grabbing things around his enormous bulk. As he sat on a log that his fat ass almost completely devoured, using his prosthetic’s powers to move a fourth stick of butter into the cooking pot for the large hunk of gourmet meat he was sauteeing, Link got an idea. He used his fat sausage fingers to switch the function of his hand to the Copy ability, which usually only worked for building materials. He noticed that the sticks of butter were able to be copied, somehow. Confused, Link decided to try it out, multiplying one stick of goat butter into ten, and moving the pile onto his chest where he could inspect them better. The sticks of butter had a gentle greenish-blue glow to them, but otherwise appeared to be normal sticks of butter.

Link devoured the butter-soaked gourmet meat as he contemplated the glowing butter sticks nestled between his ample breasts when suddenly he was struck by an idea. Straining against the rolls of his arm fat, he craned his overburdened arm towards his chest, grabbing a stick of greenish butter in his fattened hands. Link brought the strange butter towards his pudgy lips slowly, his bountiful lard making it hard for him to reach his mouth with his pillowy arms. He finally shoved the stick of butter into his mouth, the oily fats coating his tongue. His blue eyes lit up as he swallowed: it was incredible! The duplicated butter tasted even richer and more delicious than normal goat butter, and that was without cooking it! Link shoved his hands under his bloated pecs, shifting their mass upwards and forcing the nine remaining sticks of magical butter directly in range of his greedy maw. The greedy Hylian began slurping down the stack of entire sticks of butter while using his Ultra Hand to create more copies, piling them up on his chest within easy eating distance. Link had no idea of the future he had just very quickly resigned himself to with this discovery, but the shopkeepers of Hyrule wouldn’t have to worry about their entryways being broken anymore.

The citizens of Hyrule whispered about what had become of their legendary hero. Shopkeepers quickly noticed his increasingly-frequent trips to their stores had stopped abruptly, leaving them with mixed feelings of concern for what could have happened to Link, but also relieved that they wouldn’t have to keep paying for hefty repair bills anymore. Only those who were closest to Link knew where he’d ended up, and why he’d disappeared altogether. When asked by any concerned Hylians, they would simply assure them that Link was fine, comfortable, and happily retired from adventuring.

Sidon, the newly-crowned king of Zora’s Domain, walked swiftly through the thick underbrush of a secluded forest region tucked away from any towns or roaming travelers. The red scaled Zora knew the way to go intimately, having made the journey many times over the year or so he’d been coming here in secret. Plus, it wasn’t too hard to find what he was looking for—All he had to do was follow the sounds of loud gurgling and slurping. Sidon crested the top of a hill, looking down into what had once been a lush, forested valley. The trees had long since been buried, the valley completely filled by a churning, wobbling mass of pale flab. He knew the mountainous blob below him was his most cherished partner, Link, the hero of Hyrule.

Sidon hopped down from the forested hill, sliding on his finned feet until he landed on the soft form below. It was harder than ever to tell exactly what part of Link’s swollen body he was standing upon, but Sidon was pretty sure it was his stomach. His gigantic gut was constantly stuffed with the replicated butter that Link was somehow constantly creating more of, causing the cascading waterfall of flab to grow more and more every moment as his body worked overtime to convert the literal gallons of butter he consumed into adipose. Sidon could feel the mountainesque stomach below his feet groaning and churning, causing the blobby body of his boyfriend to always be in some sort of state of movement even after long ago losing his mobility.

The Zora king began the long hike towards the center of Link’s growing mass, clinging desperately to whatever rolls and folds he could grab whenever a particularly strong tremor shifted the oceanic mass like tides crashing upon a shore. Sidon crested the top of Link’s stomach rolls after twenty minutes of climbing, trying to identify more parts of the blob’s body to use as landmarks. He could pretty easily find Link’s breasts due to his nipples, though they were a lot lower down than Sidon was now. Link’s tits were so huge that they’d lost all shape and form, sagging under their weight to the point that they drooped towards the lowest rolls of his gut. He could also guess where Link’s arms were from the location of his chest, gazing at the swollen pancake stacks of rolls directly above the meaty breasts. Sidon figured that Link’s hands must be buried under literal feet of flab at this point, looking at the divots where they’d long ago vanished. Even if he could unearth his fands from all of that lard, there was no way he’d be able to use them for anything aside from his Ultra Hand’s powers; his digits must be so coated in fat that they’d be barely recognizable as hands anymore.

Once he’d figured out where Link’s useless arms were, finding his head was easy. Sidon looked at the recessed dip in the blobby mountain between the boulder-sized fat deposits that used to be Link’s biceps and forearms towards where a constant flow of glowing green liquid was manifesting and pouring downward into. Sidon swiftly scrambled over Link’s bloated cleavage, taking care not to slip; he’d once made that mistake and it took him hours to wrench his leg free from the cavernous crevasse. Once he’d crested the twin hills of lard, it was easy going from there, as Link’s chins had multiplied into a nice staircase of neck rolls. As he descended down, Sidon entered what could only be described as a cavern of fat formed by the encroaching mass of Link’s flabby jowls and collapsing back rolls. He followed the green glow of magically-duplicated butter deeper into the humid cave, the sounds of hungry slurping and desperate moans growing louder and louder. Finally, Sidon reached the end of the vast fat cave and approached his boyfriend’s bloated face eagerly.

Link’s face was no longer recognizable, so covered in flab that no distinguishable features remained. Fat has long ago collapsed over his forehead, covering his eyes completely. His pointed ears were buried between rolls of cheek and back fat, as was his golden hair. All that remained was his mouth, though even that wasn’t enough to recognize him by. His lips had plumpened considerably, and were pinched between his engorged jowls into a permanent pout as he sucked down hundreds of gallons of melted magical butter. Sidon didn’t mind though, he loved Link no matter how fat he got. The Zora hero plopped himself down on one of Link’s cheeks, kissing his partner’s flabby face before settling down to watch him eat for a while. One thing was for sure, Link sure made a comfortable bed no matter where you laid on him now.

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(Part 1?)

"I'm going to indulge a little more, just for today."

That's what you tell yourself at least. That's how it starts. You get your usual three meals, but mix in various snacks, sweets and whatever else you feel like and by the end of the day you're painfully bloated.

Yet, something about it feels—comfortable, but as you sleep you promise yourself not to make a habit of it.

You wake up the next morning still feeling fairly full, but like every morning you're on autopilot. You clean up, get dressed, and pour your bowl of breakfast cereal. However, as you finish pouring the milk, you notice you've completely filled the bowl to the top. It's way more cereal than you usually have in the morning, but it's already getting soggy, and you can't let it go to waste.

With such a big breakfast on top of last night's feast, you notice your belly poking out just a little and feel overwhelmed with embarrassment. You hope no one will notice when you go to work today.

"Alright, no more eating. I'll just skip lunch today to cancel out all those extra calories." You tell yourself.

Oh, but someone at work has brought donuts into the break room, and worst of all, some of them are your favorite flavor.

"Just one won't hurt, I suppose."

You sneakily grab one from the box and take a bite. Rich, sweet, and absolutely divine. They're still warm from the bakery too.

You reach into the box again and take a bite out of a second donut. Again, just as divine as before.

"Hungry this morning?" Your co-worker asks teasingly.

You blush, looking at the donut in your hand. You look down to see all of the donuts in your favorite flavor are missing, aside from the one in your hand. It isn't your second donut; it's your fourth. When did that happen? You feel like you shouldn't keep eating, but you don't want to just throw the donut away, so you nervously shove the rest of it in your mouth and swallow.

Of course, after that little mistake you do exactly as promised and skip lunch. The rest of your day of work is drowned out by the sound of your grumbling belly. Giving it a constant flow of food yesterday seems to have made it more demanding.

Finally, you manage to make it through the day of work. You're starving, and unfortunately you know you don't have the patience to even microwave something at home, so you stop at the first fast food joint you see.

"It's just for tonight. Don't make a habit of this." You remind yourself.

Just 8 pieces of chicken nuggets, some fries and a small soda. Nothing big, just enough to get your stomach to shut up. You're given your bag of food and head home.

However, as you place everything on the table and open it up, you realize you should have checked your order. Rather than 8 nuggets, you've been given 8 full-size chicken strips.

Luckily they'd only made you pay for the nuggets, but still... That's a lot of extra food.

"I suppose I can save the rest that I don't eat."

You start with the fries. Crunchy and salty as usual. You take a drink, then start on a tender. Moments later you practically inhale it as you realize just how hungry you were. You pick up another tender, and absolutely demolish it as well. In no time at all, you've finished your fries, drink, and five of your tenders. Now your belly is gurgling in protest, begging you to stop.

So, you put the remaining chicken into the fridge, and promise yourself to cut back tomorrow, again, before heading to bed.

Unfortunately, something disturbs your sleep at the odd hour of about four in the morning. Not your alarm, but rather the sound of your own rumbling tummy. Half asleep, you stumble to the fridge and take out the chicken, reheat it in the air fry, and finish it off. Your belly is even more bloated than yesterday, but you head to bed, too tired to give it a second thought as your belly bounces and sloshes with each step there.

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(part 2)

It's only been a week, but your habits haven't died down at all. You keep telling yourself you'll stop. You keep saying: "I need to cut back." but there's always so much to eat. So many temptations, and so few restrictions to indulge in them.

Tuesday was going to be the day, but Mom brought cookies over and you couldn't turn them down. The batch was gone by the next morning.

Wednesday was going to be the day, but you happened to drive by a taco place on a lunch sale and decided to order four burritos instead of two, to save the other two for later and save a bit of money. The burritos didn't survive the trip home.

Thursday was going to be the day, but you called in sick to work. All that food had unfortunately led to a lot of stomachache, so you spent all day in bed, hardly eating anything, but chugging ginger ale in hopes to ease your poor gut's misery.

Friday was going to be the day, but after the night before you felt as light as a feather, and as hungry as a wolf, so you stopped for breakfast on the way to work, deciding to get a box of donuts to share with your coworkers. Yet, unfortunately, the box didn't seem to make it into work with you.

Saturday was going to be the day to stop indulging, and you were sure of it. You looked down past your round belly at the scale. How you'd managed to put on 5 pounds was shocking to you. You hoped some of it was just water weight.

You try again to tell yourself it's the day, but it's your day off, and you want to enjoy it.

"No, it's probably better if I start this tomorrow, at the beginning of the week. I deserve at least one more day to indulge, right?"

Within the next few hours you find yourself coming home, arms filled with grocery bags. You know you won't be able to eat all this in a day, but all of it looked so good you had to buy it. Frozen pizza, chicken, ice cream bars, cookies, fudge brownies, snack cakes... half of what you'd brought you didn't even remember buying.

You throw a frozen pizza in the oven and tear open a box of snacks cakes.

"Today I'm going to get this feeling out of my system. I'm just going to completely pig out until I'm sick of food."

So you spend all day eating, and eating, and eating. Even when you feel full you push more down your throat. By noon you're absolutely stuffed, but even so you manage to finish off a bag of chips in your recliner.

You look down at yourself. Your belly looks massive to you. You're so full, but you feel unsatisfied. You're craving something sweet. It's as if those fudge brownies are calling to you. It's clear that those desires are still in your system, so you head back to the kitchen and keep eating, this time taking it a bit more slowly.

The next few hours of your evening are spent grazing all the food you can, and by the time evening rolls around, you find you can't even suck your gut in anymore.

You want to stop. You understand you're already bloated beyond what you ever thought possible, but there's a small part of you that wants to keep going.

"I have to do it. I need to get this all out of my system."

You go back to the fridge as quickly as you can and open a bottle of soda, tipping it to your lips and gulping it down desperately. You can feel each gulp practically expanding your gut in real time, and it hurts. It's only a 16 ounce bottle, but by the time you finish it, it feels like you've swallowed an ocean.

You barely make it to bed, feeling every step as your bloated belly sloshes full of food. You tell yourself again that you'll start tomorrow. That you'll stop making a habit of all that eating. Your poor stomach hurts like hell, and you don't want to go through that again.

Yet, even after telling yourself all that, you can't help but wonder...

"Why does it feel so right?"

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(part 3)

You've outgrown another pair of pants.

"Okay, I have to start dieting now. People at work are even starting to notice how far I've gotten." You tell yourself.

You look down at your lusciously plump belly, hanging far over your tight pants. You cup the flab in your hands and jiggle it. "How could I let this happen?" you think to yourself.

Then you hear a ding. A text from a friend, who unscheduled has invited you out for drinks tomorrow night. You excitedly accept without thinking.

The next day you cut back on eating that morning, only having a bowl of cereal and a sandwich for lunch. Unfortunately by the time you meet your friend at the bar you're starving.

As much as you try to stick to your promise of dieting, your friend has other plans, and once they've gotten a few drinks in you, your attitude, and appetite completely shift.

In your drunken stupor you order a massive burger for yourself and tequila as well. You confess to your friend that you enjoy the feeling of your tummy being full and you've gotten addicted to it.

You expect them to be grossed out, but they're just as drunk as you are, and instead, they seem to only want you to order more.

So you did exactly that, and at some point during that night you blacked out, waking up in your bed the next morning.

You feel nauseous, and struggle to get up to run to the bathroom.

Everything hurts so much, and your belly is MASSIVE. How much did you eat and drink?

Checking your phone you notice several texts from your friend. Dozens of pics of plates full of food with you in frame smiling, and a few of you and them holding various alcohol. There are also several of your side profile as you're chugging beer or whatever else, and each one you can so clearly see your gut getting rounder, and rounder, and rounder.

You look down at your gut again, completely tight from everything last night. You know it's too much. You know you need to stop, but past all that guilt you feel a deep burning arousal under your bloated gut.

Almost instinctively you begin to touch yourself, thinking about everything you must have packed into your gut the night before. Why? Why does it turn you on so much.

Yet another part of you is in control, and you wonder if you could push it further, so without removing a hand from your pants, you open the fridge and take out a half empty milk jug. Desperately, you tear it open and chug, still touching yourself as you do.

In seconds you finish off the jug, and groan in pain. You're so painfully full, but so turned. You collapse against the fridge, sliding to the floor as you furiously touch yourself. Your moans echo in the kitchen as you finally cum.

"There's something seriously wrong with me." you say to yourself, chuckling. You make a feeble attempt to get up, but your massively bloated belly hinders your movement.

On a second attempt luckily you manage to get up, but you can quickly feel your arousal building up again. A logical part of your mind is begging you to stop, but as you open the fridge and your hand slips in your pants again, you know you can push yourself just a little further.

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(part 4)

"So much for that diet plan."

It's been a few months and the rate of your growth has skyrocketed. Your poor eating habits and laziness led to you losing your job a while ago, but thankfully your friend was more than willing to let you stay with them. Unfortunately, ever since they discovered your interest in stuffing, they've been keeping you packed full.

Well, actually in reality it's not entirely their fault. Sure, they cook plenty of food, keep their pantry overflowing, and always invite you out to food, but you'd always say yes to all of it. You'd always keep eating, even when your fat gut begged you to stop.

The result of it all? Double the weight. You tell your friend shamefully how fat you're getting, but strangely seem very excited about it.

"Aww, I've really started to spoil my little piggy, haven't I?" They say.

You're a little insulted, being called a pig, but there's also something oddly endearing in their tone of voice. Not to mention, for some reason, hearing them call you that really turns you on.

You look at yourself in the mirror and exhale, fully letting your gut hang freely. It looks huge. You've been eating so well.

Yet, you feel confident. Sexy, even. Your friend wraps their arms around you from behind and brushes their lips against your neck as they rub your swollen tummy.

"Is my piggy hungry?" They whisper softly.

"Something about it feels so wrong, but why does it feel so good?"

You look in the mirror again, and imagine yourself twenty pounds heavier. The thought excited you, but you know it shouldn't.

You imagine yourself with flabby arms and a full double chin. You feel your heart pounding at the thought, when you know it shouldn't.

You imagine your belly hanging over your pants, touching your legs, and even hanging to your knees, but each thought only turns you on more and more.

Finally, after a long pause you look at your partner through the mirror with desperation in your eyes and nod. Your partner looks back with a devilish smile, knowing you've finally passed the point of no return.

"Alright, I was thinking—I'll let you try out my funnel. I think you're really going to enjoy that."

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(part 5)

You've completely given in. To further encourage your gains, your partner started rewarding your stuffings with absolutely amazing oral, and the more you eat, the better it seems to feel. The result of their efforts was your appetite snowballing, and now after only two years of being together you've reached a staggering 500 pounds.

Now it's the middle of the night. Your belly is painfully stuffed, glowing with a bit of redness, yet you're digging through the pantry looking for food. The bulbous red ball hanging to your knees doesn't need more food, but you're too horny to follow your own body's limitations. You need to keep eating. You're not full enough to cum yet.

You cram a fistful of mini donuts down your throat. You rip open a box of pizza and throw it in the oven. You go to the fridge and chug down a little heavy cream. Eating more hurts, but you need it.

As the pizza begins to cook, you walk back to the pantry to eat while it finishes. You scarf down a few chips, chug a bit of soda, and have a couple of chocolate eclairs.

*GRRRGG!*

Finally you realize how full you are. It hurts so much, but...

*Ding!*

Your eyes widen with regret. There's no way you're eating that whole pizza, but you can't just leave it there.

"I'll just toss it in the dumpster and tell them I ate it. You think to yourself.

However, as you turn back into the kitchen, you see your partner, bent over and presenting their ass to you as they pull your pizza out of the oven.

"I wasn't expecting you to be sooo hungry tonight. What a good piggy you are.~" they whisper coyly.

You stammer for a moment, trying to think of an excuse, but as they playfully pet your double chin and walk toward the bedroom with the pizza, you are quick to follow.

"Lay down." they command. You listen, and lay back against the headboard of the bed.

You feel a rush of pain and arousal as your partner leans onto your stuffed gut, and holds a slice of pizza to your mouth. You're still so full, yet you accept the slice without question, finishing it off in only 3 bites.

"Ready for another one?"

You groan in pain. You're so full you can barely breathe, but before you can say anything there's another slice in your mouth.

"Wooow, so greedy." they whisper teasingly.

There's hardly any room left for your stomach to breathe. You know another slice might be too much, but—you are so desperately horny. Every inch of you is burning, begging you to keep going.

"M-more..." you mumble under your breath.

Your partner smiles, reaching under your belly to give you a teaser of your reward.

"How about this? You finish this pizza, and I'll finish you. Deal?"

The next few slices are gone in no time at all, and by the end of it you can't even move. Your partner laughs as they try and fail to sink their finger into your completely packed gut.

"You know, that was nearly twice as many calories as you normally eat. I think that means I'll need to increase how much I'm feeding you. Can't have my poor piggy going hungry.

The pain is nearly unbearable you're so full. You know you're not going to be eating for a while after that.

However, a moment later you feel the warmth of your partner's tongue under your massively bloated belly, and as your thoughts fade into a horny fog, you mutter under your breath.

"I think—

I could eat——

just——

a——

little——

more."

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(part 6)

Everything was going great. You had a lot of food to eat, a hot partner, and had the freedom to be as fat and lazy as you wanted, but as time passed you started to feel uneasy about what was going on. Yet, whenever you address those concerns, your partner always seemed to feed you more.

Now, you are bigger than you ever thought was possible, and you want desperately to get out of it, before all that excess weight kills you.

You wait for your partner to go to work, staying in bed that morning like you usually do. Once they leave, you roll to the bed and pull yourself up onto your feet.

You're panting and sweating like a dog next to the bed. You can feel all 800 pounds of useless flesh weighing on your poor ankles, but with great effort, you take a single step.

You lean onto your knee, panting some more. Sweat completely covers your forehead.

You take another step, and feel lightheaded.

Desperately you try to take another step, and for a brief moment, your vision goes white, but thankfully you manage to catch yourself on the doorframe before you pass out.

You shuffle your massive body to the door and turn sideways to it. It's the only way you've managed to fit through it in the last few months.

You suck in, feeling the fat on your blubbery belly and ass sink deeply into the doorframe. The mass of flab builds up more and more as you push further and further through. You don't remember it being so difficult the day before.

Your poor gut aches as the frame digs unbearably deep into it. You feel the wall and frame tremble as you try desperately to push through.

*PLORP!*

You squeak in surprise as you feel one of your massive asscheeks slip past the frame, and the frame touched your most delicate areas.

"Halfway there." you reassure yourself.

You suck in again and push all your weight towards the hallway. You watch as your belly fat slips through like biscuits escaping their little can. Slowly, inch by inch it all slips through, and you pop out the other side.

You pant and wheeze, but feel empowered. Maybe you can finally escape this place. You take another step, but the world starts to spin, and within seconds your face meets the floor.

Hours pass before you wake up, somehow back in your bed like before.

"Honey, if you wanted food, I told you to check the mini fridge. You don't need to go all the way down the hall for it."

You laugh nervously before accepting the burger she offers you. You'll play along with her until she leaves again tomorrow, and then you'll make your escape.

"How about we do an extra gallon of funnel tonight? Since you were so eager for food that you needed to go all the way to the kitchen for it.

"Babe, no... No.... No! No!" You try to grab their arms and push them away but you're far too weak. With little effort, she gets the funnel in your mouth, and the fattening fluid begins to pour in. Your pleas of distress are drowned out by moans of pleasure, and within seconds you are gulping it down like the desperate pig you really are.

"Now, are you going to drink all of this for me?"

You nod aggressively, unable to control your inhibitions.

"That's a good pet. I've got plenty for you to eat tonight, so don't worry about ever going hungry again."

Hours pass as you are fed nonstop throughout the day. Burgers, pizza, ice cream, cake, and funnel-feeding. You eat all of it with little restraint, knowing you're getting out and getting help the next day. You eat until nearly 2 in the morning and by then your belly looks like a boulder. After devouring nearly 30k calories, you feel fatter and more stuffed than you ever have before.

"Oh you are getting a big reward for being so greedy." your partner whispers before burrowing under your massive belly to reward you.

The next morning comes and your partner goes to work as usual. You stumble to your feet again, determined this time to get out.

It feels even more exhausting than last time, and you can feel every pound of food still sitting in your belly.

Regardless, you stumble to the door, nearly passing out again on the way there. You push into the doorframe and try to suck in your gut, but the massive food baby you're carrying doesn't seem to want to move.

You try again, pushing harder and faster; even slamming against the frame, but no matter how hard you try, you can't get through.

That's when you finally put it together. That's when you realize you've gone past the point of no return. You are massive, and the only thing that's going to happen is you are going to get bigger, and bigger until you can't handle it anymore; until your poor, feeble body gives up on pumping blood to your fat-flooded heart and the thought terrifies you, yet you can't help but feel

extremely

fucking

aroused.

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randomperson963 · 1 day ago

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(part 7: final)

You moan loudly as you cum, dazed as your partner pulls out from under your belly.

"Oh you've been such a good pig today that I thought I'd splurge and get you this nice, delicious chocolate cake."

You'd been eating all day, but you lay there and accept the incoming calories. Ever since that day you failed to escape, your weight had only skyrocketed. The fat on your thighs is beginning to spill over the bed, and your belly has spread far past your knees. You can't remember the last time you got up. They had been taking care of everything for you.

You had thought about leaving even after that day, but they had made sure to give you excessive sexual pleasure, so since then your brain has been in a fog. All you can think about is eating more, and eating more only turns you on more, so it's been nothing but an endless cycle of eating and cumming.

"Wow, you finished that very quickly. That whole cake was 3000 calories you know? What an absolute glutton."

You hardly even felt it going down. So many calories, yet it felt like nothing. You feel a little concerned by this.

"Don't worry baby, we have plenty more food for you. Why don't you drink from your funnel and I'll give you a little treat for eating all that cake."

Your eyes roll back as they go down on you again, and you quickly forget what you were so worried about. You obediently pull up the funnel machine next to your bed and let the fattening fluid inside pump and flow down your throat. You struggle to swallow between your moans, and even more when you finally cum again. Within a few minutes the tank is empty, and you've downed another 4000 calories.

An hour later they feed you an entire pizza, after that, two double cheeseburgers, after that, an entire tub of cookie dough ice cream. Finally, you begin to feel something akin to fullness.

Yet, as your heart pounds, you look to your partner desperately, and they know that, regardless of how your body feels, you still want more.

An entire batch of cookies, two chimichangas, a batch of cinnamon rolls, an omelette, six chili cheese dogs, and finally a towering stack of pancakes.

By the end of it all, you've somehow managed to demolish over 50,000 calories in the day. Even your massive belly is completely bloated and round from it all.

"Now, you've been such a good piggy today, but how about we get oooone more gallon of milkshake in you before we stop for today. I really wanna see how far I can push you."

You moan and whimper softly to protest, but the idea turns you on so much that you barely fight as they slip the funnel between your lips again. Your eyes water in pain as you feel the walls of your stomach pressed to their limit with each and every gulp.

Regardless, as they go down on you again, you can't help but gulp faster. You know it's bad for you. You can feel the overwhelming weight of your body pressing down on your poor lungs and heart. You don't know how much longer you'll live, but you know you're going to love every single second of it.

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randomperson963 · 1 day ago

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Aww, is it getting hard to button those pants? That's the price of being such a greedy pig. Did you think you could just eat and eat with no consequences?

You're still barely managing to button them, but they feel so tight, don't they? I can't wait for the day when your gluttony finally catches up with you. Whenever you least expect it... At the worst place, and the worst time, that button will give way, and your entire belly will spill out for everyone to see. They'll say you look pregnant, call you all sorts of things under their breath, and most of all, they'll finally see you for what you really are: a pig. A pig whose only goal is to eat and eat. A hog that only takes and never gives. A growing blob of useless fat that will only be a burden to normal society. For its greed and gluttony has no limits.

Yet, even as they scold you, you'll let your belly hang free, and keep eating, won't you, my precious little pet?

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Everyone has a breaking point.

You're on your knees, your eyes watering, begging me to stop. Your poor belly is oh so red, hanging and bloated beyond what I ever thought possible. You're begging me to stop, yet each new bite I bring to your lip, you don't resist.

"So you can keep going?"

A certain point that all logic goes out the window...

Only now that I've said that you start to pull back.

"Come on now, open your mouth."

...and the only thing that matters is satisfying hunger deep inside you.

It takes little effort for me to push the fork between your trembling lips. I smile as I watch you swallow it. Such an obedient pig.

I know you won't resist forever.

"Oh, it was so easy to get that down your throat. You barely tried to resist, which means we can keep going."

I can see that hunger growing, underneath that cute little expression of desperation. Perhaps just one more little push.

You look at me with eyes like a puppy. I don't give you a chance to respond before placing a firm grip on your cheeks. With a gentle squeeze, I force your mouth open and shove another bite inside. In that moment, your eyes roll back, your cheeks flush and I watch as your entire body shivers with a wave of pleasure.

There it is...

"Did that get you nice and worked up? Are you going to be a good pig for me now?"

You stare at me with lustful eyes as you lean into eagerly take the next bite.

"What a good pig I've molded you into. Let's see how much more you can really eat."

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randomperson963 · 1 day ago

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It will never be enough

Why did you ever try to deny it? You’ve always known what you are. Sneaking copious amounts of food into your room to gorge yourself when you were young.

You knew.

You used to be able to play it off. You’d drive through a fast food joint and be able to pretend the family sized meal wasn’t just for you. But as you sat in the parking lot glutting yourself, watching the waistband of your pants expand, unable to stop yourself as you fell victim to your own gluttony. The insatiable greed forcing you to finish the meal all for yourself.

You knew.

But you still tried to hide it. For years you’d convince yourself to hit the gym. Combatting your greed with your desire to fit in. Sure in high-school this worked out just fine, a few pounds here and there but you could work it off. Then college rolled around. The dining halls and the parties were just too enticing. The beer and the sheer lack of self restraint began to show itself on your waist line. Overindulgence became the norm. Stuffing anything and everything into your greedy mouth. Late night munchies, pizza for breakfast, fast food for every other meal, not stopping until it hurt. It just felt so good to finally give in to your desires. But you knew you’d never be able to continue this hedonistic lifestyle.

You knew?

Somehow every time you’d try to convince yourself to go to the gym, there was a party to prepare for, a hangover that could only be cured by calories, or a meal with friends that you just couldn’t miss. The feeling of being full became your natural state and you would do anything to feel the comfort of your stretched gut against your shirt. The weight started to pile on. By the time graduation came around you could hardly recognize yourself. But it was in that moment

You knew.

Who cares about fitting in. You had allready gotten a taste for gluttony. Your weak willpower could never stop now. The tightness of your clothes wasn’t something to fear anymore. It was a goal to push past. Your stretch marks weren’t a flaw, they were signs of your dedication to your craft. Your body had become a painting and food had become your brush. Each stuffing creating new beautiful pounds to your work. Stuffing yourself beyond capacity became a daily occurrence. Completely enveloped in your fantasy. Ensuring that at any given moment you were weighed down by the immense pressure of an overfilled gut.

Your meals began to get larger, along with your size. The feeling of being stuffed to the brim with fattening foods had become far too comforting and arousing to stop. Of course as you grew some people would make comments on your sudden blow up. But others would help you achieve new heights. Encouraging you to do the only thing you were ever really good at. Expanding. Growing. Eating. Stuffing yourself until your buttons popped and you were stuck moaning under the weight of your overfilled gut. Unable to move, unable to think, only feeling the overwhelming desire for more.

You always knew it would end up like this. Falling victim to your uncontrollable appetite. Eating with reckless abandon. Yearning to be bigger than you were the day before. Unable to be fully satisfied because nothing can ever truly be enough.

This is your sign. Give in. This is all you were ever made for in the first place. You’ve always known it.

#feedeee #tianastummy #stuffingbelly #gluttony

#foodie #feedeefeeder #stuffed #givein #feeder #justalittlemore

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randomperson963 · 1 day ago

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I need you bigger

You don’t understand, I crave the look on your face when you’re caving into gluttony.

When my subtle enabling takes hold and you lose yourself in desire.

Why not just eat until it hurts? It’s not like you ever feel full anyways. That’s just not how you were made. Fullness is a suggestion to you, but your insatiable cravings and their delicious sensations are a demand you can’t ignore.

Why would you stop eating if it just tastes so good? If it just feels so good to grow bigger and bigger day after day? If every bite tempts you to want more on the next mouthful, until you’re shoveling more inside of you with reckless abandon. Lost in your own gluttony.

I need you to give in, I need you to grow, and I will force you to finally let go of your grip on restraint. Your pleasure is my own, and I can never get enough.

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randomperson963 · 1 day ago

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Read this while you eat

What happened to you? You used to have so much self control. Where did it all go you fat pig?You used to be so toned, athletic even. Now look at you. Desperately looking for encouragement to give in to your gluttonous desires and push your growing gut past its limit. Constantly eating and filling yourself full of empty calories to satiate your endless greed.

And now you’re here. With all that food in front of you. It’s no surprise you keep getting bigger when each of your meals could feed a family of 4. But you don’t care. All you care about is filling yourself until the verge of popping, outgrowing your clothes, submitting to your insatiable desires.

What are you waiting for? Start eating.

You’re by no means skinny anymore, it’s not like you could ever turn back. You might as well just give in completely. Shoving bite after bite into your stomach like someone, somewhere wants to take your food away from you. Feeling each swallow filling your growing stomach to its max.

But you’re not even close to being full yet are you baby. You have so much more room. That’s always been your problem hasn’t it? Never knowing when to stop, when to put the fork down, when to come to your senses and admit that you don’t NEED anymore. But you WANT it. You’ve always wanted more. Unable to satisfy that itch in your brain telling you to stuff yourself to the point of no return.

Good job baby you’re getting so much bigger allready. But you’re not even close to being done. I want you to keep shoveling food into your growing gut like this is the last meal you’ll ever eat. I want you to taste every last calorie that you’re pumping yourself up with. Feel every bite washing over you, confident in the fact that the next one will expand you even more, make you even bigger.

You should be getting full now. But when has that ever mattered to you? Start eating faster. Start taking bigger mouthfuls of whatever you can fit in side of you. The quicker you eat the more you can fit after all. The feeling of your waistband pushing against your expanding middle should be enough of an incentive to swallow the next mouthful of fattening goodness. I know how much you want it. I know how much more you need. Don’t stop. Just keep eating. Submitting to your desires. Growing bigger and bigger as you continue to push yourself.

Is your meal close to finished? It’s amazing how much you can put away when you really try. The skin of your belly distended so far, so unbelievably far. But it just feels so good. What’s even more amazing though, is that you still want more.

Why stop now? You’ve allready gone this far? Keep going. Find anything you can fill yourself with and let greed take over. No thoughts, no inhibitions, no regret, just pleasure. Expanding more and more, hunger, pain, and greed washing over you in waves, forcing you to continue down this path.

I’m so proud of you for giving in like this. I know you needed it. And i know how good it feels to submit to your growing desires. Go ahead and lay down, take a nap, you deserve it. And when you wake up you can punish your poor overstuffed belly all over again.

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