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The tension between me and a 2am fridge raid since I can’t fall asleep on this empty belly. Saved leftovers from dinner, and Alfredo would hit so good right now. Like most of me knows I shouldn’t but also belly says I should. Thoughts?
how pathetic is it that I’m starving just cause I haven’t ate in 3 hours 🥺
Little piggy aren’t you nervous that when you go and reach for those jeans from last fall they won’t fit anymore? With the way your lower half is spreading out I can’t wait to see you wiggle your way into them, huffing and puffing to cover your chubby thighs and growing ass. It’s been so long since you wore jeans, but those sweats just don’t do your body justice anymore. You really can’t help yourself, can you? You’re just going to keep blowing yourself up like this?
Watching your bi/pan partner, who can’t sit in a chair normally, start to gain and look for a new comfortable way to sit. God they’re so cute; used to pull their knees into their chest, but slowly that little belly grew and they could only pull up one leg at a time. Even then you could see their belly squishing a round their now much bigger thigh. After dinner you cautiously watch as they try and bring up their leg, quietly releasing moans and groans. It’s unsuccessful, their belly is rock hard with no where to go. With a sigh, they slowly maneuver to a crisscross position, panting lightly from all the effort. You notice their ass and thighs are kissing the chair arms. “What are we gonna do with you now, baby?” You rub their full belly gently and coo in their ear.
my roommate is about to leave for class and I have nothing to do. Anyone want to encourage me to smoke & eat a little? I have hella food in my apartment just need some motivation…
I love virtual interviews. Belly out, snacks in hand as soon as the call drops. It’s definitely the life 🥰
me: *constantly snacking and wanting to gain weight*
also me: *working out daily because my roommate is crazy and I succumb to peer pressure so easily*
Taking your sweet little pig on a date tonight, where there is no excuse for them to not stuff their face. Fondue, a movie (with tons of snacks), stargazing, and maybe a late night diner stop too, if they’re hungry. When you arrive to pick them up, they’re nowhere to be found. You enter, noticing the fast food carnage that litters the dining room. Fuck, maybe they gorged and fell asleep? Wouldn’t be the first time.
No. You hear heaving and groaning from their bedroom; now this could be interesting. The door opens to a mess, clothes thrown over the bed and the floor. Your pet seems to be panting, weighing down the bed with a pink skirt halfway up their massive thighs. It’s ridiculously small, no where near enough fabric to cover their ass. They look to you, completely exasperated “I didn’t realize the time…” A deep blush coats their chubby little face, “I’m still trying to find something to wear.” They admit sheepishly. You glance down at them, “It’s only been a few months since I took you out like this. You really outgrew all these that quickly?” They quickly take to their feet as if they have anything to prove, the bed springs back relieved and the sudden motion cause a ripple to spread from their belly across the rest of their body. “I didn’t outgrow all of them, just most of my skirts!” You nod, “So I see,” tracing your fingers over the plentiful stretchmarks on each hip. “What about that dress from last valentines? You looked so good in it.” You see it in your head, their soft frame squeezed into a maroon bodycon dress. You hear your little pig giggle, “I don’t know about that, I’ve gained like 80lbs since then.”
Grabbing their love handles, you tease, “You should try it on then, chubby. Let’s see what a pig you’ve become.” You retrieve the dress from deep in their closet, and watch as they struggle to remove their skirt. It’s getting hard for them to bend over with that massive mountain of belly in the way. You smile seeing them struggle, watching every inch of them jiggle while their middle sinks lower and pushes up against their thighs. By the time they free themselves, they’re panting again, they sit back down on the bed and you can see the beads of sweat coating their face. “Aww baby, we haven’t gotten you too big yet have we?” You coo, bringing over the dress. They eye the piece, from it’s spaghetti straps and deep neckline to the small slit at the bottom hem. “I really don’t think…” They trail off as their stomach loudly grumbles. “Hurry up lover, I think someone is getting hungry.”
They pull on the dress over their head and get their massive arms through the straps with relative ease. The fabric tightens as it’s pulled over their tits, a lot of breast pushed out toward their underarms. You help them balance as they rise to their feet and tug at the dress now straining over their midsection. You can’t help but beam. There’s a faint creaking as the fabric stretches to its limit, “Do you hear that?” they wearily ask, “I think it’s gonna rip.” You continue pulling the fabric over their belly, “You really have blown up this year haven’t you?”. Caressing their soft belly through the dress, you find that their fupa hangs out even with the dress pulled as far down as it will go. You take a step back and admire your handiwork, this dress leaves nothing to the imagination, every curve and roll is seen through the scant fabric. “It’s too tight,” they whine, desperately trying to pull the dress down more.
Another growl emerges from their burgeoning belly, “You’ve outdone yourself little pig; this is more of a top than a dress at this point.”. A breathy giggle comes from them. You venture back to the closet, and come across some nice work pants they have. These will do, you hope. You hear quiet crunching as you turn, your pig snacking on some chips on the desk. You smile, “For you, my fatness.” You present the pants with a little bow. Chip grease shines on their chin, and moments after they grab the pants they let out a small belch. “urp-“. You feel yourself getting wet, watching as their body jiggles in recoil. They slowly bend over and step into the work pants, it takes a minute for them to get them all the way up. Certainly constraining the tights and ass, the pants are starting to reach their limits. Your date grunts as they work on the button, maybe about an inch or so away from clasping.
They’re out of breath by the third try, and collapse back into the bed which quakes under them. “Don’t worry! Should only be another second!” One deep breath later and they’ve sucked it a bit of their belly- not that it does much for the pants. You make your way over to help at this point, you’re a half an hour late for the reservation already. Grabbing each side you use all your strength to complete the button. A large sigh of relief is released and they’re belly lunges forward. You can see how tight these are on their hips, fat puckering over the pants. “Thank you,” your lover whispers, sweating and breathless after the whole ordeal. They roll to the side of the bed before getting back up to their feet. “Seems like that button is really straining baby.” They are quick to try and tuck the tight maroon fabric into their pants. “Yeah, but they still got at least!” It’s cute to watch them try and pull up the zipper, but you know that button won’t hold tonight it will definitely need some extra support. You retrieve a belt and they promptly put it on. “Ready for dinner now?” You ask. “Almost!” They search for a pair of shoes in the closet, retrieve them and drop them in front of you. “Could you maybe help me put these on? I’m scared that…” they make a small bending down motion which threatens the integrity of their pants. You laugh, “of course love. Soon you’ll be too big to do this on your own anyway.” It’s time for dinner.
Is it bad and Inappropriate for me to want you to bully me into becoming dumb obese pig slut? 🥺🥺🥺
Aw sweetie, I can’t bully you into something you’re already on track to do. You look cute when you’re nice and full; we both know that. It’s not like you can help it- I know how good it feels to be so full. There’s really nothing like eating until you feel the pressure against your skin. You like the feeling of losing control over your appetite. Just gulping down anything you get a hold of- hot chocolate, milkshakes, soda, entire containers of ice cream- it really doesn’t matter you.
I’m sure you’ll love the release too, as I push my own body against your tight stomach. You look so helpless when you’re full, sometimes painfully belching, crying out for a tummy rub. Or hiccuping with your heft constantly jiggling. It’s a workout to eat so much, huh? Do you really think it’s ‘just a little out of shape’ when you’re panting after a few flights of stairs? You are my obese pig slut; and you want to stay bigger than me don’t you? I’m not slowing down, so we better go get more snacks. 😇