what the actual fuck is this shit. your life is meaningless, you serve zero purpose, you should kill yourself now. take the nearest rope, and go to a fucken stair way, or tree, and hang yourself.

I am so turned on. Some one help me! I wanna be her gluttonous slob!

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

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

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?

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

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.

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

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