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Darling, look at me, your supersized, soft, submissive, shapeless blob. I've been gaining so much for you, my body turning into a heavy, fat pile. My belly hangs low and wide, my thighs rub together with every waddle, and my arms are getting so thick I can barely reach my own pussy. Knowing that when I grow fatter every day for you, it makes your cock throb, and it makes me want to eat myself stupid for you. Turn me into your helpless, kept pet—nothing but a fat, mindless blob for you to feed, fatten, and fuck whenever you want.

That's right, my hungry piglet, just relax and listen to Step-mommy's voice. I've decided your days of being a skinny, ordinary, productive member of society are over. I'm going to spoil you rotten with endless calories and constant encouragement until you've grown to the point where when you look down, you can't see your own cock. I want to watch you grow softer, heavier, and greedier every single day until you're fatter than I am, your massive belly hanging so low and heavy that you can't even reach your fat-covered cock of yours anymore. You'll give up every pretense of being normal, and you'll live as my huge, heavy hog waddling around the house, belly swaying, and your mind empty of anything except eating for Step-mommy. Doesn't that sound perfect, piglet? Just let go and let me turn you into the huge, heavy, dependent hog you were always meant to be.

You think that you can dump me for being too fat and get away with it? How sad for you. You see, baby, I'm a witch, and I've cursed you to get endlessly fatter. From this moment on, my dear, your chest is going to swell into heavy, hanging moobs that bounce against the shelf of your belly with every breath. Your gut is going to explode outward into a massive, sagging apron so enormous you’ll never see your cock or your feet again. Your thighs will thicken and rub painfully together with every waddling step towards the door for delivery or the fridge. Your ass is going to expand to the point where you won't be able to fit in any normal-sized chair, and if you do, you'll be overflowing the sides. This curse is going to reduce you to a mindless feedee hog with no willpower. It will be my pleasure to watch you completely broken, humiliated, and so disgustingly obese that you'll never get laid again.

>> Trigger warning: this video is fatal feedism themed.

Oh, Piggy, you can't stop, can you? You're completely addicted to the feedee lifestyle. You just keep greedily gorging yourself on greasy, fattening fast food and empty sugary sweets. You don't care about any of those scary health problems that come with being morbidly obese. If anything, it turns you on knowing that you're headed towards heart failure, diabetes, high BP, immobility, organ strain, and worse. I don't care; I want you huge and heavy regardless of the cost. Keep eating for me. Keep gaining for me. I'm going to keep feeding you until your body gives out.

You're already throbbing and desperate to touch yourself from looking at my big, blubbery blob-bod. Good, now wrap your hand around your cock and start edging yourself for me. You're going to work that cock for me as I stuff myself with empty calories. Tease yourself until you're right to the edge, but don't cum until I've greedily gobbled down every last bite. That's right, no release for you until this big, fat gut of mine is overfed and overfilled. Keep pumping for me; feel how much harder you get as you watch me swallow, knowing that every single bite is going to add to the ever-thickening layer of lard that engulfs my body. Watch as I moan around every fattening bite while you ache and ooze precum. You're going to hold it all back like a good feeder until I finally finish and give you permission.

Remember when you were my fit, athletic boyfriend? The one who could run for miles, train all day, and then go to the game and win without even breaking a sweat? Now you can barely make it up a flight of stairs without getting all red-faced and winded. It would be kind of adorable if it weren't so pathetic. Those soft little man-tits are starting to fill out my hands so nicely. You've even got this cute little pooch straining your waistband now. If you're not careful, that tiny belly is going to swell up into a big, round, jiggly gut. We both know you won't be careful, don't we? You're just going to keep eating and keep getting fatter because you're my hopelessly greedy, soft, lazy, out-of-shape boyfriend.

I wanted to give you a proper body tour today from my point of view to show off every inch of this soft, supersized body that you've helped me grow. I'm holding the camera up at my eye level and looking down, but all I can see is this huge, heavy belly of mine already dominating the whole frame. A belly with thick rolls of fat stacked, my navel buried way down in the crease. My arms are getting heavy just holding this camera up as I show you how my massive tits rest right on top of my belly shelf. And down below? My thighs are fused together in one thick, cellulite-covered pillar, and my calves? The skin is tight and straining from the fat being stored in a place that was never meant to get fat. I'm such a submissive piggy now, completely buried under my own weight gain. I love how helpless it makes me feel. I've gotten so unbelievably fat that even trying to show you the rest of my body is a struggle. I desperately try to show you my perfect, plump pussy, but there's just too much fat in the way.

Do you remember when I used to be able to strut around the house as your toned and perky fitness trainer girlfriend? I had planned to turn your life around and get your lazy ass into the gym. Your bad habits ended up rubbing off on me, and this is the result. Look at me. I've grown so huge and heavy that my belly spills over to rest upon my thick thighs. Here's the fun part, Handsome. Since you started this delicious downward spiral, I'm going to flip the script and make you pay for it. Oh yes, I'm going to stuff you until your gut swells into a proper, heavy, wobbling apron that hangs down to your knees and sways with every step that you take. I'm talking about man tits that bounce just like mine, rolls that stack up, and a double—no, triple—chin that makes you look like a properly fattened hog. I'm not stopping until you're at least twice my weight, my lazy, greedy piggy, hundreds of pounds fatter. You'll be pinned under a mountain of your own fat while I explore every new inch you gain. Aww, look at that blush; you love being teased about how big I'm going to make you, don't you?

This clip was filmed from my point of view. That means you see what I see when I look down at myself. See how fucking enormous I’ve gotten? This belly is so massive it's practically swallowing what little lap I have left. There’s barely any space anymore, just this huge, heavy dome covering every inch of my thighs. Every slow breath I pull in lifts this giant gut higher, then drops it back down heavier, pressing deeper into me, pinning me right here under the weight of this ever-growing gut.

I'm standing right here, slowly lifting and dropping my massive, soft double belly. It's so heavy now that it sags down past my plump, juicy pussy all the way to my thighs. Every jiggle ripples through all this soft, supple fat like a wave pool. Jiggling all of this weight for you upsets my stomach, and I can’t help it as these long, throaty burps slip past my greedy lips, echoing how you've overfed and overfilled me. I’m becoming the pig you always dreamed I'd be.

Look at you, already trembling just thinking about what’s coming. Tonight you’re going to be the living, breathing definition of obedience for me, my perfect, plump piglet who exists only to fatten and stretch himself wide for his goddess. You're going to lube up that baseball bat nice and slow, savoring the anticipation. Then you're going to press the fat head right against your greedy asshole and shove it in deep until your anus is stuffed to the absolute limit. Every inch of you will be gaping and owned as you split yourself wide, filling yourself so completely you can barely breathe. The only sound that I want to hear from those pathetic lips is one long, desperate oink loud and clear, piggy, as your ruined hole clenches around the bat like the obedient little fuckpig you were born to be. Oink for me again, louder this time. Show me how perfectly broken and devoted you really are.

That heavy belly of yours has you absolutely aching for me right now, doesn't it? Your poor cock is already throbbing and dripping precum all over the warm crest of that fat on your lower belly. Every thick bead of precum slides down your shaft into those deep, plush folds I created. I know that you want to be helplessly stroking yourself, getting off on how massive you’ve grown just because your feeder demanded it. I adore watching you lose control like this, my perfect insatiable piggy, leaking and desperate, knowing every drop is proof of what you’re becoming for me. There's no touching that throbbing, weeping cock until you finish your donuts, piglet.

These plump, greedy lips were made to wrap tight around this dildo, sucking it slow and deep just like I would as I worship your cock. My tongue would swirl around your head as my cheeks hollow and I take you all the way to the back of my throat, gagging a little as drool leaks down my double chin. Slowly I'd pull back, leaving you slick with spit. Then I would place your thick, perfect, throbbing cock between my sagging udders. I'd squeeze my soft, supple tits together around your rock-hard cock, letting all this soft, overflowing flesh swallow your cock completely. Every thrust would make my belly bounce and my fat rolls quiver as my nipples drag against your shaft. Fuck, you've turned me into such an insatiable blob that is totally addicted to food and your cock.

Lying here sprawled out on the bed, my huge, heavy body sinking deeply into the mattress. I've gotten way too fat to even think about getting up on my own. My big, blubbery belly pins me down; every roll and fold spills over my thighs, and my arms are too corpulent and useless to support my weight. I'm not mad; letting go has felt so good. Letting myself grow like this for you has been a dream come true. These donuts are almost gone already. Please, my love, bring me more?

I can’t fucking believe how huge and heavy you’ve made me, baby—every inch of this body overflowing in thick, quivering lard that just keeps piling on because of you. My rolls have swollen so obscenely fat that you can spread them apart and slide your hard cock right between them, fucking the deep, warm creases like they’re my tight, dripping pussy—soft, slick, and greedy for every thrust. My belly hangs so low and heavy it slaps wetly against my thighs, my back is a cascade of plush folds begging to be gripped and pounded, my hips and ass are overflowing pillows you can bury yourself in, and even my upper arms have gotten so plump and doughy that the heavy hang under them is thick enough to wrap around your shaft and milk you while I jiggle and moan. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You're a perfect, shameless pig, bloated and blubbery, every extra pound sculpted for your cock to use however filthy and rough you crave. Come on, grab fistfuls of this soft, overflowing fat and fuck your overfed sow exactly the way she was fattened to be fucked.

I’ve gotten so big now, it takes real effort just to reach between my massive thighs. Every inch of me is growing softer and heavier; my thighs wobble and quake with every little movement, packed so thick with fat. I have to lift and spread all that soft, jiggly flesh just to find my perfect, plump pussy buried beneath it all. The sheer act of moving so much heavy fat just to access myself turns me on more than I can admit. I’m swollen with need and hunger; won’t you come take care of your growing piggy girl?

Okay can you pls polish this: Oh sweetheart, look at you struggling to pull those poor pants up over that swollen, overfed belly. I told you they wouldn’t fit anymore, didn’t I? But you just couldn’t stop stuffing yourself, could you? All that soft, heavy fat you’ve packed on. And now? Now you’re red-faced, about to pop a button like the greedy little piggy you are. You’ve been such a bad boy, haven’t you? Trying to hide it, pretending you’re still fit and athletic, when we both know you’ve turned into such a filthy, fattened mess. Keep going, try again. Step-Mommy wants to watch.

I know you’re supposed to be home with your wife, unwrapping gifts and playing the part—but all you can think about is me, isn’t it? I’m your naughty little secret, waiting here in something tight and red, thinking about the way you touched me last time and the way you moaned my name like you’d forgotten she even existed. So go on, tell her there's a work emergency. Make up whatever excuse you need. I’ll be here with the lights low, my legs spread, and a body built to ruin your holiday plans. Come spend Christmas where you really want to be—inside me.

Mmm, Santa, Mrs. Claus has been oh-so-naughty while you’ve been busy with your work. I’ve been in here, working up a sweat cooking just for you—getting all hot and bothered, thinking about you. My pussy’s hairy, sweaty, and so stinky... just the way you like it. I know you want to see how needy I am for you, don’t you? Bet you can’t wait to taste it, Santa. Come take care of your desperate, dripping Mrs. Claus.

My body can’t keep up with how massive you’ve made me—how I actually fainted under my own weight, how I need a cane now just to waddle around because I’ve grown too heavy for my legs to manage. I confess that if I ever dared go to a doctor, my tests would probably be a disaster... but I don’t care. All I care about is getting softer, fatter, and more helpless for you, letting this greedy body grow into exactly what you’ve wanted all along.