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Frankly, Piggy, I'm not impressed by your latest weigh-in. I had expected you to pack on the pounds. Are you still putting in the effort for me? You told me you wanted to be immobile. You said you wanted to be the huge, heavy hog who can't even roll himself over in bed without help — reduced to a pathetic, housebound hog that whimpers to be fed, fattened, and fucked

You’ve turned me into a greedy gut-slut. Watch as I use my big, blubbery belly as a plate, stuffing my fat face with sticky, glazed donuts. As I jiggle my gut, feeling it push out rounder with every bite, I realize just how much I’ve ballooned into a mannerless, shapeless blob for you. I don’t care about societal norms anymore; if I have to burp, I burp. All I care about is making more room to stuff myself stupid.

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.

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.

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.

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?

My greedy, gluttonous boyfriend, your belly has grown so deliciously huge and heavy with the weight that we've packed on together as mutual gainers. Your fat apron hanging low over your waistband, fat rolls stacking up, and right in the center, that deep, cavernous belly button of yours just begging for my attention. Come here, piggy, we're going to measure the depths of our belly buttons to see how thick the layer of lard that engulfs our midsections really is. Slide your finger in your navel nice and slow; feel how it disappears knuckle-deep into that warm, plush hole? Push further, yes, just like that, all the way in until your fingertip bottoms out against the soft bottom. Wow, it's so deep! You've really let yourself go, my love. You're stuck in the greedy pig cycle now. All you want to do is eat, jerk off, nap, and then wake up and do it all over again. I want that too. We really are such a greedy, gluttonous, corpulent couple, aren’t we?

My sweet pathetic piglet, you're already squirming under my gaze. Your body betrays every hidden craving you've tried to bury. With the flick of my fingers I've stripped away all of your inhibitions. Feel the deep delicious pull towards hedonism; the insatiable hunger that has been waiting inside you has finally been set free. You were never meant to be disciplined; you were born to be my greedy, gluttonous hog. I command you to eat, not because you're hungry but because I said so. Feel as your belly swells round and heavy and rolls pile up as you stuff yourself senseless for me. Your cock twitches just thinking about how helpless and submissive you've become and how much bigger you’ll get, doesn’t it? There’s no going back now, darling; I’ve rewritten your desire.

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?

You just kept eating until you were bloated, breathless, and feared if you took one more bite that you just might burst. You've completely let yourself go; you used to have abs, now you have a big, fat, greedy belly that enters the room before you do. You weren't always this way; you used to be disciplined, and you used to have restraint when you were fit and athletic. That version of you feels distant, almost irrelevant. You don’t want restraint anymore. You want to surrender to gluttony, to stop pretending denial brings pleasure, and to embrace hedonism without shame. Choose to live for every rich, decadent overindulgence, savoring it all, denying yourself nothing.

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.

Oh, Santa, just look at you. I’ve really gone and fattened you up this year, haven’t I? That poor suit can barely handle how massive your belly’s gotten—so big, soft, and obscenely round. You’ve been such a greedy, gluttonous hog for your Mrs. Claus, gobbling up every treat I made without hesitation. Every pie, every tray of cookies, every rich midnight snack straight into that insatiable mouth of yours. Now? You’re heavy, slow, and absolutely stuffed, waddling around like the perfect overfed pig that's grown wonderfully plump, just in time for Christmas.

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.

Aww, baby, guess what? Your company actually asked you to play Santa at the Christmas party this year. Can you believe it? I mean, I always knew you had the perfect belly for it, but I guess everyone else noticed too! Remember when you used to be the star jock, all fit and toned? Now you’ve got that big, soft Santa belly—and honestly, I love it. You’ve been spoiling yourself (and me) all year, and it’s finally catching up with you, huh? I hope you’re ready to fill out that red suit for me, Santa—because I plan on keeping you even jollier (and rounder) for next year too.

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.

I am the Goddess of Gluttony, whispering exactly what you need but never dare admit—that you were made to give in, to surrender to hunger, to let hedonism swallow you whole. I tell you to eat for me, grow for me, and fatten yourself into the indulgent, swollen creature I know you’re meant to become. Every craving you fight, every pound you deny yourself, I feel it, and I command you to stop resisting. I know what your body truly needs, and I need you bigger, softer, and greedier—devoted entirely to feeding the desire I awaken in you.

You’ve been craving my milk again, haven’t you, piggy? You know exactly what it does to you—how every drop makes you heavier, slower, and softer. My milk was made to feed greed, to turn you into something truly massive. I want to watch you drink every last bit until your belly strains and groans under the weight of your own gluttony. Don’t stop until you’ve had it all. Let it fill you, swell you, fatten you. My milk will make you grow into the greedy, overfed prize pig you're destined to be.