fattening 2

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

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

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)

Massively Fattening