fattening 2

What was that, piggy? I couldn’t understand you with your mouth full. Are you getting too fat? What a silly question! I suppose you’ve put on a little weight, but not that much. Now open up!  

Before you ask, no, your shirts aren’t too tight. They’ve probably just shrunk in the dryer. And, those new ones I got you last month, well you know how clothing companies are sizing everything so small these days. Here, have another bite.

What? Oh! That chair you broke yesterday? That was a fluke. Didn’t we get that from a secondhand store or something? It was probably already worn out. Come on, you’re almost done with these donuts.

I’m telling you baby, you’re not even that fat. Lots of people get winded just walking out to the car. It probably didn’t help that we were leaving a buffet. You do get a little sluggish after six plates. And no, six plates isn’t too much. You were just taking advantage of the deal. Simply an economical decision.

I know it said 450 last time you weighed yourself, but I’m pretty sure our scale is broken. Stop worrying so much piggy. You know I’d tell you if you were getting too fat, right? Just trust me.

 Okay, last bite. Then I have another dozen waiting.

Denial

Alright piggy… you’re going to need something to eat while you listen to this one. I assume you already have something, any good fatty would be snacking already anyway. Okay, now I want you to place one hand on that growing, fat belly of yours. Squeeze it for me. Now jiggle it a bit.. that’s it…such a good piggy. Keep your hand there and rub your belly for me during this next part. Use your other hand to grab whatever it is you have with you, and I want you to take the biggest, most greedy bite you can manage. You’re still rubbing that gut, right? Good.. Now hurry up and swallow. You’re going to need to go quicker than that if you’re going to get fatter for me. Another bite now, just as big as the first. You know…  I like seeing you stuff your fat face like this. You’re gonna need to get used to it. Speaking of your fat face, is it just me or did your little double chin get even bigger? Okay, last big bite. Open wide! That’s it… c'mon piggy, finish it all up for me. Eventually you’re going to eat every meal like that, understand? You’ll be insatiable. 

Instructions for Eating

That’s it baby.. I know you’re already so stuffed but just a little bit more..please? For me? You know how much I like your fat belly, and this will make it that much fatter. You need every calorie you can get. Come on, open up! Mmm…that’s a good piggy. Now grab that belly for me.

A Brief Note of Encouragement

Wow, I can’t believe how fat you are.. you’ve completely let yourself go. There’s no use trying to hide it now either. Look how big your gut is. Do any of your shirts even cover all of that fat anymore? I bet you’ve been eating like such a pig, too. I mean, to balloon like you have, you would have to be stuffing your fat, greedy face every night. Oh well.. can’t turn back now, right? Come here and let me feed you. 

Teasing The Piggy

I hope you've been a good piggy lately, such a greedy fatty, eating everything in sight. It definitely shows. Look how fat you are. That belly just keeps getting bigger and softer. You're going to keep eating and getting fatter, right piggy?

Such A Good Piggy

So.. I was wondering.. what do you think of putting on another 100lbs for me? I know you’ve already gained a few and you look so good, but I really want you to get huge. I’d take care of everything baby. I’ll cook for you, feed you, go out for those late night snack runs. All you have to do for me is get fatter. Besides, I think you’ll like it. Just imagine that shirt you’re wearing right now, riding up your massive belly in just a few short months. So what do you say, piggy?

Wanna put on 100lbs for me?

A long teasing audio :) I didn't go too mean since that's not everyone's cup of tea, but I did include some name calling and a bit of a mocking tone. 

I can't believe how much you've grown, piggy. Look at that gut spilling into your lap. Stand up for me. Ha! Just as I thought, almost half way down to your knees. Now walk a few steps if you can manage it. Look at your flab jiggle as you waddle. Stay standing while I examine you. Wow... do you even realize how huge you've gotten? How much you've let yourself go? Not many people get as fat as you have. And you're not even done yet, are you? I'm really impressed with how wide you are. I noticed when you sit your thighs spread quite a bit and practically double in width. My poor pig is probably so embarrassed when you have to sit next to someone in public. Your fat ass and thighs overflowing into the seat next to you. Do you get dirty looks because of it, piggy? Someone sees a huge porker like you sitting on a bus or in a waiting room, they roll their eyes and wonder how someone can do that to themselves. I bet it's not much better riding in your own car. Your gut squeezes up against the steering wheel, doesn't it? When you pull into the McDonald's drive thru for the second time that day, the employees all snicker... Your shirt riding up, exposing your stretch mark covered belly, the seat belt extender straining to contain it all. Oh I just thought of a question for you, tubby. What do you do if there are no seats available? A bloated pig like you can't stand for too long. Don't think I haven't noticed how easily you get out of breath just from a few measly steps. It's quite amusing actually. I like when we go out to the buffet for dinner... You're so eager to fill up your plate but it's just so much work now, isn't it? You come back to the table and you're trying to disguise all those gasps for air as contented sighs. I really should just start getting your food for you, but it turns me on to watch you struggle. Not to mention you look so cute coming back to the table all red faced and tuckered out. When we met I had hoped we'd be able to go on short walks every night, just to spend time together and get a little exercise. That's done now though, right fatty? I guess I shouldn't expect much movement from you at all anymore. You're lucky I like taking care of fattened hogs. I mean, you can't even tie your own shoes anymore. I knew I'd have to do a fair amount of the cooking and housework when you started growing, but you're so helpless without me now. I'm not complaining. I like controlling every single bite that goes into that greedy mouth. Remember when 6000 calories used to count as a stuffing? Ha! That's a daily minimum for you now. I suppose that's why funnels were invented. I don't even need to tie your chubby hands to anything anymore. As soon as you see me walk into the room with a funnel and a gallon of shake, you turn into such an obedient pig. You lay back and wrap your lips around the tube, inhaling it faster than I can pour. Your chubby cheeks and double chin look even bigger when you're swallowing huge mouthfuls like that. My favourite part is when your hands naturally gravitate towards your gut while you're eating. It turns you on, doesn't it? Being treated like a true pig that only eats their meals through a tube? I guess one of the downsides is not being able to find clothes that fit your massive, blob of a body. Oh well... guess you'll just be stuck in too-small clothes for a while. Does that bother you? I know at home it's not so bad, having your obese body exposed all the time. But when we go out to dinner or to get groceries, you must be so nervous. Any second a button could burst open or a seam could rip. It's adorable watching you tug at your shirt, trying to pull it down over your massive middle. Do you think it's actually possible to cover that? Keep dreaming, piggy.

Teasing the Fatty (contains some name calling)

You're going to need to put on a tight shirt for me, piggy. And don't pretend like you don't have several sitting at the back of your drawer. I bet you tucked them in there thinking that one day they would fit again. Just maybe you'd be able to gather some self control and stop stuffing your face long enough to lose a few pounds. That's not going too well, is it tubby? Judging by those enormous red marks across your gut, I'd say it's safe to assume you're incapable of being anything less than a greedy pig. Did you waddle over and get that shirt yet? Good. Before you put it on, take a look at the size. Hard to believe you used to be that small, isn't it? But frequently gorging yourself until you can barely move is bound to change a few things. Now, put the shirt on for me... It's so cute watching you struggle. This is probably the most exercise you've had in a while, isn't it? Try not to get too out of breath, fatty. When you pull it down over your belly I want you to pay attention to how the fabric strains against your bloated middle. You might even be able to hear the seams stretching and pulling. Make sure you tug it as far down as you can so it doesn't roll up on its own. Remember, we're trying to hide the fact that you've been completely reckless and turned yourself into an embarrassing blob of fat. Wow... I didn't think it would be that tight. You really blew up. Hmm... wouldn't it be fun to wear this out for dinner? Everyone would be gawking at you as you make your way to our table. I bet the waitress would go back to the kitchen and tell all of the other servers about the huge fatass she'll likely spend all night waiting on. With every plate you finish that shirt would creep just a little further up... the entire restaurant is staring now. One more bite and those seams just might burst.

Your clothes are getting way too small... (teasing + name calling)

Sit down, pig. I need to talk to you about something that I've been letting slide for far too long. When we met I knew it might take a bit of time for you to adjust to becoming a full-time porker but damn, look at this pathetic excuse for a gut! You've only put on a measly 45lbs in the last three months and I'm getting impatient. When I told you I wanted a feedee that stuffed their greedy face all day long, I wasn't fucking around. I didn't want to have to do this but I think I need to put your fat ass on a feeding schedule. At least until you understand that every pound of flab added to your body belongs to me and I have high expectations for my pigs. How does once every hour sound? I'll stuff you full in the morning and then keep topping you up until you go to bed, bloated and sore. You're also going to start taking most of your calories by funnel. It's faster and we can work on expanding your capacity until you're ingesting an acceptable amount. Honestly, the fact that we've only had to buy you new clothes once is really disappointing. Your shirts should be splitting at the seams, but instead all I'm seeing is the odd button popping off. I want a blubbery hog, not a chubby little piglet. What about that is so hard to understand? If you really want to please me you're going to have to work harder. Maybe we need to establish some rules. No more whining or begging me to stop. No more refusing food that's offered to you, from anyone. You need to finish every last morsel on your plate, or perhaps I should say in your trough. Maybe I should even enforce a hands only rule. I'll let you eat with cutlery in front of company, but otherwise, I want you to feel like a gluttonous slob . Oh don't look so nervous. Just be grateful I'm not making you eat every meal face first.

Your only job right now is to eat and get fatter. That's it. (mean teasing)

So you wanna be fat huh? 

It's not just about being fat. You're going to give in to every single pleasurable thought you've ever had. It's like a release. When you're hungry, you're going to eat. And you'll eat whatever you happen to be craving with no consideration for whether it's good for you or not. At first you'll feel a little guilty because you'll be amazed at how much one person can eat when they lose all inhibitions. You'll eat an entire pizza and you'll still be hungry. How is that possible? You barely remember finishing the first slice and then all of a sudden it's gone. Maybe you're getting ahead of yourself... too carried away. But then you'll notice your appetite - and your body - start to grow. Your belly has rounded out, you can grab a small handful now. You don't care that you just finished a whole pizza because you want more. You're not satisfied yet. It feels so good to binge. At first it's just the odd evening. After work you treat yourself to a big meal and turn a movie on to wind down. Then it's your entire weekend. Why not? It's your down time after all. Come Sunday night you realize your kitchen is full of empty boxes and fast food containers. You can't stop though. Suddenly food occupies your thoughts all the time. You're eating everything you ever wanted completely guilt free. The only consequence is that your clothes are starting to get a little snug. That's not a big deal though. You're only a medium, there's lots of room for you to move up in straight sizes. You'll shrug it off and just buy the large tee shirt next time. It's not like you're going to put on that much weight anyway, right? You'll gather some self control soon once you've had your fun, I'm sure... 

What you don't realize is that you've passed the point of being able to stop. That small round belly has turned into a prominent gut that you can't hide anymore. And people are starting to notice. Your family has expressed concern, your coworkers have joked about the stress eating you've been doing. The crazy thing is though... you find yourself more turned on every time someone says something. After that family dinner you stop by two different drive thrus on your way home. After laughing it off with your coworkers you use your break to go out and grab half a dozen donuts, stuffing them in your face before your 30 minutes are up... only to regret not getting the full dozen. 

Now you're stuck in a cycle. Eating feels good. It's puts you in a euphoric daze that you never want to emerge from. All of those calories pile onto your body. You're soft everywhere now. Your new stretch marks and tight shirts are just motivation to keep going. You're growing out of extra large shirts - weren't you just a medium a few months ago? You've become addicted.

You can't tell me you don't want that. Turning such a natural, instinctive act like eating into a gratifying, self-satisfying habit. Every bite that you push past your lips puts you deeper and deeper into a hole that you'll never get out of. Once you've put on the first 30lbs, you'll try and tell yourself you can still stop and lose weight. You'll try and cut your calories, exercise a little... maybe you'll even drop a few pounds. But the cravings are too much. You've become so weak-willed and lazy. It's just so much easier to sit on the couch and stuff your fat face. You love looking down and noticing your lap is disappearing under a roll of fat. You can't explain why but it makes you feel desirable. You're spoiling yourself; overfed and happy. You're feeling stimulated in a way you never have before. This is exactly what you were meant to do.

fattening 2

Draco Pyro Misner