Xutjja SSBBW

I’m not joking—this Christmas, my only wish is for you to finally give in. No more chasing that fit, athletic alpha ideal. No more resisting the pull of gluttony. I’ve seen the way you look at me, your hands greedy for my soft rolls, your gaze lingering on every inch of my heavy, overfed body. But it’s not just my body you’re watching, is it? I’ve caught you staring at the food too, eyes hungry, longing to indulge but holding back, living vicariously through me instead. It’s time for that to stop. Please, just imagine it: your belly rounding out, your navel sinking deeper into the plush, pliable fat that spills over your waistband. I’ll feed you, press every bite past your lips, and watch you soften under my hands. Watching you grow heavier and lazier with every passing day will make me dripping wet. All those reasons you love my fat—the plushness, the weight, the sheer decadence of it—I’ll love every bit of it on you. I’m begging you—let it happen, give in, and free the ravenous pig that I’ve always known is inside you.

You did this. You enabled the greedy, gluttonous sow inside of me to gain control. Now I'm more sow than woman. The need to feed consumes my mind. All I can think about is greasy, fattening, carb-loaded fast food. I'm a pathetic addict with no hope for recovery. All of my clothes are getting very tight. I'm getting fatter by the day, and it's all your fault!

You can feel it, can't you? Your body is changing. You're growing and I don't mean upward. Your growth is completely outward. Your body is becoming big and blubbery, just like mine. All over your body fat is gathering. As it does it turns into rolls and those rolls will sag heavily as they become engorged with lard. Your poor overfilled, overstuffed, and overworked gut has taken the brunt of your overindulgence. Your overeating driving it further and further towards your knees. You're ballooning Pig. As your capacity has grown so have you. You do understand that the more you eat the fatter you get. The fatter you get the lazier you are. The lazier you are the fatter you get. You've fallen into an endless cycle. One that I too have fallen into. This is your future if you can't curb that appetite Piggy. You better pay close attention, if you don't... you might just end up too fat for everyday life.

The town pig has passed, and in our tradition, another must take his place. You have been chosen to be our town's new pig. From now on, you will be chained to the center of town, where you must eat any food that is given to you without exception. Every day, each of the townsfolk will give you a portion of their daily rations. It is your job to make sure that each and every bite is consumed each day before sunset. Why the long face? It is an honor to be chosen to be the town's new pig. Yours is as important a job as any other. You will be a constant reminder to the townsfolk of what happens if you overindulge. We simply can't have people greedily overindulging when food is so scarce. Don't worry, Piggy, as your body grows, so will your love for this job.

Staying home for Christmas is the best gift you could've ever given me Santa. This self-indulgent, greedy, and gluttonous side of you turns your missus on. I'm going to reach down into your magic sack, pull out someone else's gift, and then you're going to eat it.

I can't believe the sheer amount of greasy fattening fast food that I was able to shovel into my greedy maw. I've never felt so stuffed! The truth is, I could eat more, if you were here. Together we'd test the limits of my insatiable appetite. Grab my fat and feed me until I'm bloated, breathless, and ready to burst. Treat me like the pig that we both know I am!

We have a confession to make. One that you might not like. We ask that you keep an open mind before you react to what we're about to say. The two of us decided that it would be really sexy if you got big and fat like us. We know that you prefer to stay fit and lean, but what fun is that? The reason your clothes don't fit anymore Sugar isn't because we shrank them in the wash; it's because we've been secretly fattening you.

I thought it would be fun to do a tarot card reading for you. We can ask the cards what's in store for your future. Aren't you curious if it's inevitable that you're going to eat yourself into a huge, heavy, heaving hog?

I love being fed, each bite making me soaking wet as I edge closer to the day my belly reaches my knees. My body screams to stop, but I can’t—I’m an insatiable pig, trapped in a loop of food, fat, and sex, just as a good feedee’s mind should be. Eating makes me horny, being horny makes me hungry, and this endless cycle will only lead to my eventual immobility. Positions like cowgirl are already becoming nearly impossible; I can barely stay upright long enough to finish a donut. Thankfully, I can fall back on a lazy version of doggystyle, my massive gut propping me up, sparing me from any real effort. All I want is to be fucked, fed, and fattened until I can’t move—just lying there, cumming endlessly as my size takes over completely.

I want to let my gluttony consume me. I want to move as little as possible while glutting myself on thousands upon thousands of calories. I never want to cook again. I don't want to even use a microwave. I want food brought to me; thousands upon thousands of processed artery clogging calories. I never want to have to lift a finger in the house. No cooking, no cleaning, and definitely no laundry! That's a waste of precious calories that could otherwise be turned to fat. The only exercise I'll tolerate is walking to the front door or fridge.

We need to talk about the current state of our relationship. You see, I'm not very happy. When your mistress isn't happy then you have a really big problem. I was thinking of something along the lines of 50lbs (23kg or 1st) per a year. That's not to much to ask, is it? You do love your wife, don't you? After all, you wouldn't want to lose everything that you've worked so very hard for.

Part 4 of 4

As this story comes to a conclusion, you're going to have to make a choice. Will you suffer the same fate as Alicia & Alex, or will you muster what little willpower you have left and waddle out that door? If you stay, you'll never walk again.

That last thunderclap sounded really close. The storm must have the power. Handle me the candle behind you, and I'll get it lit. Where were we? Oh Piggy, don't you see? The storm changes everything. Rumor has it that the power might be out for up to 72 hours. We simply can't let all of that food go to waste. You're not getting into these tight tiny little booty shorts until you eat everything in our fridge. That's right my Pig, you're going to eat every single perishable item in this house. If you want to cum, you're going to do it tonight.

The moment you gave in to that aching need, sinking deep into me, you sealed a pact that binds our souls together. I’ve reshaped my body for you, every soft, plump inch you crave, and now there’s no turning back. You’re mine, and I am yours—a vision of indulgence that needs more and more to grow. Feed me, lavish me with every decadent bite, even if it means working a second or third job just to keep me satisfied. Do whatever it takes, because your only purpose now is to keep me growing, expanding, and taking up every last bit of space.

This isn't simply about desire anymore. It's a deep aching need for me to get fatter. A need that we both equally share. We long to see my belly hang over my knees as my thighs spread out around me. My ass now obscenely large to the point where you could easily shelf a stack of plates. We need me to become the kept house pig that we both know that I long to be. Look at me, I already resemble more of a sow than girl.

You must be wondering why we're sitting on your bed instead of tending to our duties. It's just that, we really need to talk to you. We have a confession to make, we love how fat you're getting. You used to be so fit. Now your abs of steel are buried in a thick layer of lard. No one who looks at you now would ever know that you used to be athletic. We love that. That's why we stayed on. We want to see you get even fatter. In fact, we want to ensure that it happens. We want to take care of your every need. If you take us as your feeders you'll never have to lift a finger again.

It has truly been a treat to watch as your will power falters. Each new binge lasting longer than the last. Hours passing as you eat more, and more, and more. Your body growing softer with each bite. Are you going to show even me up tonight Piggy? Gorging until you're bloated, breathless, and ready to burst. Until tears are falling from your eyes, and you're begging me to stop. That's when I'll get dessert. Doesn't that sound delightful? I've ordered enough food to satiate even you my precious Pig.

You're home just in the nick of time, I'm soooooooo very hungry. Will you please go get your Step-Mommy some BK? What, I'm getting too fat?! How dare you speak to your Step-Mother that way! You should be ashamed of yourself. I didn't raise you this way. Now go get me some BK or you're grounded! Thank you, I appreciate it. Don't you dare roll your eyes at me! I don't want to hear another word about my weight. I'm as skinny as the day your step-father and I met! I bet I could still fit into my prom dress. I'm delusional?! Get out of my sight! I want to eat in peace.

You can pinch yourself all you want, but you’re not dreaming anymore. I’m here, the succubus who visited you last night; only this time, I’m in the flesh. Your greedy, gluttonous ways whispered to me, pulling me in with your insatiable need to feed. I couldn’t resist crafting this perfect form just for you—this big, blubbery blob-bod made to tease and tempt you. You’ve always wanted this, haven’t you? To give someone complete control of you, to indulge your darkest desires and feed you past your limits. You long to feel yourself growing heavier with every bite, until you’re swollen, stuffed, and bloated beyond recognition. Give yourself over fully to me, and I’ll fulfill that fantasy, making you fatter than you ever thought possible.

Cherish every time that you get to fuck me. Sooner rather than later, you're going to get too fat to fuck. That gut is getting to be just as big and blubbery as mine. Hoist that big blobby gut on top of my ass, pull my thighs apart, and see if you can still slip inside me.