Fuck Make My Belly Stretch

Fuck make my belly stretch

Make it groan with how fast you pour shake into me

Taunt me as I blow up right in front of you

Tell me I’ll get covered in stretch marks with how fast I bloat

Then force feed me

Feed me past begging and tears

Feed me till I can barely open my eyes and swallow

Then turn up that vibe tucked far under my belly

I need it. Now

Office Pig Eats a Dozen Donuts [$15]

Your coworker has really been packing on the pounds lately. So much so that the rest of your colleagues have begun calling him the Office Pig behind his back, pointing out his round gut and ill-fitting clothing. He seems in complete denial, walking around in a shirt several sizes too small and calling every day his "cheat day" as he gluts on all the office treats. One day he comes in to see a box of donuts, a small, chiding note on the lid that he quickly rips off before stealing the whole box in outrage. Little does he know you planted that box just for him, and you watch as he devours the entire dozen, just waiting for the first button to fly. How long will it hold against the Office Pig's growing belly?

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Had a dream last night where I finally gave it and decided to live with a feeder. As I struggled to waddle up the stairs to their place, I knew that I would never leave. All I could think about is how the moment I walked through those doors I was going to be fed and fattened until I was too fat to leave their bed and then fattened even more. That the weight I was waddling in there was the thinnest I would ever be and that they would have full control and honestly it was the most turned on I had been in a while.

I want nothing more than to waddle into a feeder's home and let them fatten me as much as they please. I want to be force-fed and fully controlled. When I eat, how much I eat, how fat I get completely up to them. I want to be owned. Their property to feed, fatten, and fuck. Forced to stay naked so they can see every jiggly pound and every new stretch mark they put on my flabby swelling body.

I want to be weight, measured, teased. I want pictures taken of me at every stage. I want to be forced to struggle to get up and waddle to the mirror to see and feel what they are doing to me. I want to stand there, wheezing and struggling as they jiggle me and taunt me for getting so fat then ordered to open up as they shove extra fattening donuts in my mouth and tease me even more. I want to be force fed right there, forced to stare at myself as I open my mouth for more like a good little hog. I want to be stuffed to my limits, measured, then forced to struggle back to bed. Then when I'm laying there, out of breath and moaning from how full I am, I want to be ordered to open for more. If I can think about anything but how painfully stuffed I am, I'm not full enough. Only when I'm laying there mindless and moaning do they stop and let me digest while they make more food. I want to be a prized hog.

How’s everyone doing this week?

Sometimes you just need to crush your feeder after a big meal 🐷

Inspired by the beautiful @everyones-bean19 💕

The feeder to feedee pipeline is real. I can’t stop thinking about how my body wobbles when I walk. I get hard when I even think about stuffing my face.

I need it. I need to be fattened up. Well over 500lbs. I’m not very tall, I’d be massive. I want to watch my heavy gut expand from the constant stuffings and bloats, trace angry stretch marks cropping up every day as proof of my hedonism, ugh. Please.

I’m already losing my mind, the more I imagine the way a nice thick roll of fat around my neck the more I lose focus and just grab my gut.

Make me as fat as you can. Reward me with extra fattening treats, punish me with gain shake until I’m in tears. I’ll get massive either way.

Wake me every two hours to force feed me. I know I’ll have room. You can make me so high all I can do is swallow. You’ll tease and slosh my gut as I come down, realizing how overstuffed my belly really is.

Make me eat 12k calories a day. Every day. I want to explode with fat. So fast no one can react until it’s too late. Hopelessly consumed by gluttony and it’ll be your doing. Show me off in public, taunt me that I haven’t set a new record in the buffet, lean over the table covered with empty plates to shove a thick slice of cake into my mouth. I want everyone to see me gorge myself.

I’ll be absolutely consumed with the insatiable hunger, never able to eat quite enough to truly incapable me. Knock up my intake, tell me I’m going to be too fat to touch myself. Make me grind on a pillow while you feed me, remind me that now I can’t even get off without being stuffed. Taunt me for how I whine to be fed again. Tell me I’ll be strapped into a feeding tube soon, since I could down over a gallon of heavy shake in a session. Pump my body with fat. Heavy soft permanent proof of my rapid slide into hedonism. Mind blank to everything except the constant need to gain, each bite making me throb and whine. Tug on my gut while I squirm trying desperately to reach under the fat pad growing as fast as my gut.

Keep a vibrator strapped to me. Make cumming and gorging my daily routine. Feed me publicly, make me wear clothes that will pop and tear after I start eating. Make me fat. Feed me. Please I can’t get enough.