(Feedee Encouragement) I Love Your Body

I’m so happy you finally hit 400 pounds this morning. I couldn’t focus on anything else at work today. Actually, I should be honest, I was thinking about something a little different. Look, I know 400 isn’t exactly an average weight for a person but… doesn’t it seem a bit small to you? I know your arms have plumped up quite a bit, your hips and thighs are so much wider, and your belly, well, your belly is certainly sizable. But… wouldn’t it be fun to maybe… double your current weight? Ah ah! Don’t answer just yet. Maybe I can convince you first.

 Think about it: 800 pounds. There wouldn’t be a single inch of you that wasn’t soft. My fatty confined to their bed while I cater to your every need, completely dependent on me. Of course I’d have to provide you with food constantly. Your appetite will be never-ending at that point. Just a bottomless pit unable to control their greedy desires. I’ll happily feed you anytime you want, but there’s just something about watching pudgy fingers shovel more and more calories into your chubby face.

 Playing with your fat body is going to be heavenly. Gently swaying it back and forth, waves of fat rippling through your body. My hands sinking into your doughy middle as I struggle to straddle your impressive width. I’d settle for just grinding against your swollen gut, letting you feel how turned on your massive body has made me.

 You’re going to be enormous. Unrecognizable. I’m not even sure a king size bed would be enough for the two of us. We’d have to get something custom made to support your heft anyway, so we’ll just make it a little wider while we’re at it. If that doesn’t work, I could always use you as my mattress, right?

Immobility

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

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?

Okay you guys so this one is going to be a little more casual and hopefully I don't ramble too much! So far I haven't had the pleasure of being a full-time, long-term feeder to anyone so there's quite a few things I wanna do, a feeder bucket list if you will. I guess we can start with the numbers. I would love to help someone gain 100lbs, just so I can say we hit that three digit milestone. I'd also love for them to be at least 100lbs heavier than me. That'll probably come first depending on their starting weight. Of course some of this is dependent on height and stuff too, 100lbs could be a lot for someone but I can't resist those big numbers. I'd like to help someone get to 300lbs, 350, maybe even 400. And when we get there, I want to celebrate with a huge weekend feeding. Maybe set a goal of 15000 calories over the course of 48 hours. That would mean funneling lots and lots of calories into my piggy which is another goal of mine. Even better if I can tie them up. I want to keep track of their gain too... I've always liked the idea of a chart on the fridge that way every time they go for a snack, they can see their progress. We'd have weekly weigh-ins, plot the little point on the chart, then go out for dinner to get a head start on the next week's gain. I'd want my piggy to wear something tight when we go out, just tight enough for them to be aware of how fat they've gotten. Of course I'd want to get a booth because I'm hoping their huge belly would be pressed up against the edge of the table. I want to order for them, or at least order something extra they aren't aware of so when the server brings it to the table, my big piggy pretends to be confused but is secretly turned on at the thought of having an extra entrée. I kinda hope other people in the restaurant will be staring, amazed at my fatty's size and appetite. If they aren't staring then, they're certainly going to be staring when we go to the buffet together. I'd want them to eat at least five full plates, and I'd wanna be in charge of the dessert courses. Afterwards I'd help them waddle to the car and we'd go home for another weigh-in. It might not count for the little tracking chart but I'd curious to see how much weight we can add with a huge public stuffing like that. Speaking of the scale, I'd really love to see my feedee break one... seeing 'error' show up on that little screen would be one hell of an achievement. I'd also like to see them break a chair or two. Even if it means purposefully buying some cheap flimsy thing for the sole purpose of collapsing it. I'd want to record it too, with their permission of course. It doesn't even have to be posted anywhere. I just want to document my piggy's accomplishments for our own personal enjoyment. Now, with how quickly they're going to balloon for me, we'll need to make a few trips to the mall. Of course I'm going to dote on them, be very sweet and encouraging when picking out new, bigger clothes, but I'm definitely going to sneak in a few too-small items in there too. I'll ask them to come out and show me how everything fits, just so I can see how snug that 3XL shirt is now. Well that's about all I can think of for now, I'm sure there's more. You guys will definitely hear about all the other things I want to do with my future fatty when I think of them! 

Feeder Bucket List

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)

500 pound feedee talk

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

Growing

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

Immobility

Massively Fattening

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