That was really fun! It was very sweet of your sister to host a barbeque for your whole family like that. I’m glad I was finally able to meet everyone. I mean, we’ve been dating for what, 8 months now? I guess you haven’t seen many of them either though? Not your extended family anyway. I’m sure they were shocked when they saw you. What do you mean what do I mean? Have you seen the size of your gut lately? You’ve blown up since we’ve been together. I’m not complaining but they certainly had something to say about it. Well for starters, almost everyone did a double take when they first saw you. I saw a bunch of them look you up and down and stop right on that fat belly. One of your cousins, I’m pretty sure she didn’t recognize you because I heard her whisper “who’s that?” to your aunt. Apparently I’ve fattened you up so much that you look like an entirely different person now! A much rounder, softer person. Oh and then when I went to ask your sister if she needed help with the dishes, you know what happened? I brought a stack of plates in and she asked if they were all yours, when I said ‘no’, she looked surprised and said ’ oh I just assumed since his appetite has clearly increased’. Then your uncle must’ve overheard because he said 'increased’ was putting it lightly and you must’ve packed on at least 50lbs since he saw you last. I didn’t bother telling him we’re actually up to an extra 65 so far. I did sort of claim responsibility though. I shrugged and said I like to bake in my spare time and you’re my taste tester. Your uncle laughed and said I should slow down or I’ll be rolling you out of here this time next year. I figured it was inappropriate to tell him that’s actually a long term goal of mine. Sooo… I guess you’re officially fat now, sweetie. Let’s go get you something to eat so we can really surprise them next year.

Family Reunion

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

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

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?

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)

Musings about how enormous you are as I wake up the morning after stuffing you.

Good Morning

Me describing how big you're gonna get if you keep eating like this. NSFW. Mentions of fat pads and hand jobs.

My enormous fantasy

Funnel Feeding

Your feeder dropped off some cookies for you...then devolves into musing about you.

Feeder Voicemail

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Wanna put on 100lbs for me?

Massively Fattening