Xutjja SSBBW

Don't deny it, you can't keep your eyes off of me. Whenever I glance your way, I see you watching my big blubbery body out of the corner of your eye. I know you touch your rock hard cock thinking of my soft fat pussy. You want to fuck me, but you're too afraid to. I know, it's wrong, I'm your employee. That shouldn't matter to you powerful men take what they desire!

You’ve already tasted the pleasure of it, haven’t you? That insatiable hunger, the endless need to feed. You adore the way your body swells with every bite—imagine that feeling, but without limits, without the chains of consequence holding you back. I can give you that, and so much more. No longer will you have to worry about the eating until your stomach bursts or other health-related issues. Just endless indulgence, your body expanding to glorious, unimaginable sizes—500, 600, 700 pounds, maybe more. All you have to do is give yourself to me; let me be your patron, and you’ll never need to stop. The weight, the power—it will all be yours.

Don't try to deny it. I've been in your mind. Everything that you know, I know. Every single one of your deepest darkest desires have been laid bare before me. Every day you yearn to allow yourself the permission to let go. To give into gluttony, and shrug the burden society has placed upon you. Give into me. Release the pig inside you, and grow massively obese for me. Allow me to enable you; to feed you, fatten you, and fuck you. I can fulfill every feedist fantasy your little human mind has ever conceived. Your whole life will be nothing but pleasure. All that I ask return, is to feed on that delicious pent up sexual tension.

I'm so proud of how far you've come, how much you've grown for me. Watching you swell bigger and fatter, knowing every pound is for me, fills me with such satisfaction. You've gained so much, but this is only the beginning. I can’t wait to see you keep going, to become even more massive, double or even triple my size. You’ll be huge, heavy, and completely helpless under your own weight, exactly how I want you. And I know you want it too—to keep growing, getting fatter just for me.

You've come to me seeking permission, eager to embark on a journey of transformation. You crave the sensation of your body expanding. You long to become a living lard storage tank. To feel the layer of fat beneath your skin growing thicker by the day. I’m giving you that permission, affirming your desire to gain. Let yourself become immense and heavy. Embrace the change; let your body swell and soften under my watchful gaze until you are as gloriously fat as you’ve always dreamed.

I've always known that only someone like you, a true feeder, could understand the thrill I feel at the thought of growing fatter by the day. While most women obsess over staying slim, I crave the opposite—the feeling of my body ballooning, layer after soft layer of fat spreading over me until every inch is heavy with lard. I want to be huge and heavy, unmistakably fat, my body becoming a testament to gluttony. It’s not just about the weight; it’s about the way I feel myself getting bigger, softer, fuller, and yes, one day, blissfully useless under all that heaviness.

It's funny how things have shifted between us, isn't it? You used to be the one in control, feeding me every chance you got and loving how my body grew softer and rounder under your touch. But now, look at you—almost as fat as I am, your belly spilling over your waistband, your once firm frame now just a distant memory. I've got you wrapped around my little finger, haven't I? You belong to me now, every ounce of you molded by my hands, every bite taken at my command. I’ve broken you down and reshaped you into the submissive creature you are today, eager to please, desperate to be filled and feminized for my amusement. I see the way you crave my dominance, how you tremble with anticipation when I dress you in lace, each stitch a reminder of your place beneath me. You’ve surrendered completely, haven’t you? And you love every humiliating second of it.

So, you wanna date a super-sized feedee? Then you should know what you're getting yourself into. It's not all fun and games when your girlfriend is a greedy, gluttonous sow who devours everything in sight. Dragging her out of the house is a Herculean task; she’s continually outgrowing the world around her, barely fitting through doorways and struggling to squeeze into cars. Every outing becomes a logistical nightmare, and the expenses of keeping her fed are astronomical. Her insatiable appetite is a bottomless pit, and keeping her satisfied feels like a full-time job.

No, no, don’t scream. If you make a sound, we’ll both be in so much trouble. I’ve sadly been here long enough to know that their agenda: fatten us into unrecognizable human livestock for their perverse pleasure. My body is a grotesque testament to their cruelty, a mass of flesh so vast and unwieldy that moving is nearly impossible. I can’t even remember what it felt like to be small and nimble. The more they feed me, the more I grow; every bite makes escaping this nightmare less possible. I'm sorry that this happened to you too, but there's no time for remorse. You must eat like you've never eaten before; our very lives depend on it.

Listen, you need to head straight to your fridge or open up your go-to delivery app and prepare or order all your favorite foods—the ones you find so delicious that you simply can't stop eating them. Think about the meals and snacks that are almost too easy to overeat—the ones that make you totally lose control. Once you have that irresistible feast in front of you, I want you to start edging yourself as you savor every bite. Let the pleasure of the food and the sensation of edging mix together, intensifying your experience with every mouthful. As you stroke your cock and greedily devour everything in sight, your mind will start to associate eating with sexual pleasure. It's very important while building this mental association that you do not cum until you've eaten every single bite. Can you do that for me, Piggy?

I know we were supposed to play games together today, and we will! It's just that I'm sooooooooo hungry. You wouldn't mind running out to get some greasy, fattening fast food for your ever-hungry, greedy little piggy, now would you?

I am thoroughly disappointed in you. You made a promise to do everything in your power to assist me in achieving my dream of becoming larger, yet all you seem to do is work. You are never home to feed me, a crucial aspect of my weight gain goal. Furthermore, your inadequate size and performance in the bedroom only intensifies my dissatisfaction and unmet expectations in our relationship. I think I need to teach you a lesson, I'm going to sit on your face until you make me cum over, and over, and over.

Given your love for the fantasy genre, I wanted to do something special for you. I thought you'd appreciate it if I dressed up like one of the girls from that game you love. I need to be your ultimate fantasy. I need you to think about me, not them! Let me show you why.

As I eyed Bianca's slender frame, a stark contrast to my own, I felt a rush of exhilaration. We exchanged knowing glances, understanding each other's desires without a word spoken. She, with her delicate features and captivating aura, and I, with my abundance of flesh, shared a common hunger. We both need your willpower to break before us, for you to give into gluttony, and indulge your deep seated desire to endlessly feed; to see your body swell with fat with every big, greedy bite. Health is inconsequential in the collective face of our insatiable appetite for your transformation. Together, we would mold you into our perfect vision, regardless of the consequences.

Indulge yourself and play your game as I feed you these decadent, calorie-laden, sugary, carb-loaded cookies. The changes unfolding in your physique are so delightful; your once-defined features are softening with each greedy bite. As I bring a cookie to your lips, my gaze lingers on the new curves and contours that have emerged, evidence of your growing desire for not only pleasure but food. Seeing your willpower continually falter fills me with pride as my pussy grows moist, knowing that my hand has guided your transformation to mold you into the perfect pig.

There's something that I need to talk to you about—something that I've been doing behind your back. I've been putting extra fattening ingredients in all that delicious homemade food that you do so love: heavy cream, butterfat, and lard. I just couldn't resist corrupting you, so I could watch your willpower falter right before my eyes. That's why your abs have disappeared and all your clothes are getting so very tight.

You've been working so hard lately; you deserve a treat. I know how much you love sweets, so I bought you two boxes of decadent, calorie-loaded, bite-sized chocolates. You're going to eat both boxes for me. Don't look at me like that! Your belly didn't get to be so big and blubbery because you're a petite or picky eater; show me what a truly greedy, gluttonous hog you can be. Eat for me! Feed like you've never fed before—unrestrained and without judgement. If you eat every single bite for me, then I'll make that lard-covered cock spray cum all over your sagging underbelly.

You've disappointed me, Pig; you're not gaining fast enough. I need your body heavy and hanging with lard. That gut sagging over your cock as it inches its way towards your knees. A giant slab of pure fat. I need you pinned down by your own weight. How are we going to rectify this dire situation? How do we make you gain fast enough to satisfy my desire? We've tried stuffing you with copious amounts of greasy, fattening fast food. It's just not enough. What we need is the funnel.

The doctor told me that you haven't been eating enough. Here at the obesity clinic, we take our job very seriously. The doctor has prescribed the hand-feeding of six decadent, calorie-laden, cream-filled donuts. You signed yourself in; you knew what you were getting into. I don't want any excuses. Your only job is to chew, swallow, and be ready for more. I don't like reluctant pigs. You came here because you wanted to get fatter. If I have any say in your stay, that's exactly what's going to happen.

The lust in your eyes transcends mere sexual attraction; burning like a wildfire is the deep-rooted need to gain. An insatiable hunger—a craving that you can't satisfy—the palpable longing to eat until your body swells like a balloon being filled with fat. Each indulgent bite slowly blurs the contours of your masculine traits as it encases your body in a thick layer of lard.