Breakfast is served

Come here sweetie.. You know what we haven’t done in a while? We haven’t weighed you. It’s been about 3 months I think, and you were… what? 463? I still can’t believe I’ve put over 250 lbs on you. We’ve doubled your weight! Hmm, okay… step back for me. I wanna see if I can guess what you’re up to now. Wow.. you look massive. I got so lucky… you have the best shape and you fill out so nicely with each pound of fat I add to you. Ever since you hit 400, the top of your gut just bulges out. You look permanently swollen. Your love handles disappeared a long time ago, too. Now they’re just lost among your distended middle. Turn to the side for me. Look at that blubbery belly! It’s definitely hanging lower now. Okay… I’m going to guess… 490? Now get on the scale, piggy. Can you even see the number or is that enormous ball of flab in the way? Here, let me help. Oh wow.. I wasn’t even close. You wanna know what it says, fatty? It says you’re 507 pounds. This calls for a celebration. How does an entire cake sound?

500lbs

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)

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)

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

Voice Recorder

What is it about donuts?

Your ffa crush/gf admiring your gains over a social distancing video chat.

Video Chat

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

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

Massively Fattening

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