Grow Me Into Your Fat Playboy And Use Me

grow me into your fat playboy and use me 💓

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Too fat to leave…

My god, look at the fat hog I’ve created. You’ve become a blob of fat and lard that’s so fucking massive that I don’t even have to chain you down anymore. I know you can feel ever individual pound pushing you down. From your fat neck and triple chin, to your massive cellulite rippled thighs and ass that’s spread out like freshly kneaded dough, to your massive belly that overflows past your lap onto the cold floor, and the unwieldy breasts that lazily rest atop said belly. It’s all just so HEAVY.

It didn’t take me very long to get you here. A few months inside my feeding chamber can turn any skinny princess into an obese mound that’s so addicted to fat, so immobile, and so desperate for attention that they become my little toy. Just an object that I can force to grow and grow. All you know now is the feeling of a rubber tube near permanently lodged down your throat, the taste of the salty sweet weight gain shake that I pump you full of for weeks straight, and the immense weight that stops you from moving even a single muscle.

Sure, maybe I did kidnap you. Maybe I had to tie you to the floor to get you to gain all this weight. But that was a few months ago. We both know that even if you weren’t so burdened by the force of gravity, you would still choose to sit and guzzle every drop of shake that I pour down your throat.

Just like a good little immobile hog.

Changing your life

I think you're losing control, pig... You've started eating twice as much as before you started living with me... You've gained that delicious belly and thighs. I think your body has become sexier and more sensitive... Baby, maybe you should gain a little more weight? I love watching everyone whisper when they see us... Everyone notices how life with me changes you~

i want to be fed weight gain supplements and fattening foods without knowing and not realize how big i’ve become until it’s too late for me to stop it.

i’ll deny it at first, insisting that my far too tight clothes still fit and the scale must be broken.

but little to my knowledge, you’ve been training my body and my mind to love how chubby i’ve become. each time you fuck me, you make sure to grab the growing parts of me and give them some extra love, biting my thighs, squeezing my love handles and hanging stomach, and kissing my enlarged breasts.

even on the days when i hate this new body i found myself in, you find a way to cheer me up and make me forget all about my doubts. you’ll insist on cooking me dinner and promise me it’ll be healthy, that we’ll start going to the gym soon and i’ll be back to my slim figure before i know it.

of course, you don’t tell me that you cooked with tons of oils and butters, being sure to pack on the calories.

slowly, your manipulation will take control over me and i’ll give in to my desires. when you’re away at work, i’ll spend all day in bed, alternating between stuffing my face and masturbating at the thought of my body growing impossibly bigger.

I often dream of being seduced by a demon who grabs my gut from behind and everywhere its hands touch, I fatten. Running it's hands over my hips and they surge, wider, fatter, my inside thighs, fatter, my back, drooping, my chest, moobs, my arms, pushed up with fat, my jawline, double chin, my gut, hanging, wobbling, vulnerable. And leaves me nicely weighted down with blubber, then it runs it's hand over my hair and I get a bald spot and a really high hairline, then whispers in my ear "do you want to be fat and balding forever?" while rubbing two fingers against my cock, and I of course agree because I'm hornyyy

Being a European into feederism, I literally fetishize America for how bad your food situation is. Not only is junk food way more common and normalized there, it's actually even worse than in Europe, having even more carbs, sugar, and saturated fats. Almost all food you can buy is processed in some way. If you want to buy whole, natural foods, they're usually much more expensive, so you're being financially encouraged to buy whatever is bad for you. Pretty much anything you buy has added sugar. It's all absolutely bursting with calories. But it's not just the food itself. Food delivery is so much more common, and takeout obviously has more calories than a home cooked meal. You go everywhere by car, barely moving. There is a fast food place around every corner, begging you to eat their food. The industry is even literally studying your behaviour to make food even more addicting. With each year, your mean BMI increases. Just look at this graph. You're living in a country that's designed to fatten you up, whether you want it or not. It's an absolute dystopia, but I just love watching you get fatter with each year passing. So don't even fight the system, you'll lose. Order some takeout, make yourself comfortable, and just keep growing.