Xutjja SSBBW

I grow tired of the excuses. Why do you try to fight what is inevitable? What has your pathetic excuse for restraint achieved? You're still growing fatter by the day. Give into gluttony and become the greedy, gluttonous, gloriously fat hog that you were meant to be. Feed until you're so massively obese that your wardrobe is stretched sheer and your body is engulfed in lard. Don't say no; we both need this for you.

I can't believe your company made you travel the week of Christmas. I wanted to spend the holiday with you, lazing about and eating all of that yummy, fattening holiday fare. Don't worry, I've been a good pig while you've been gone. I know you like to see me overfed and out of breath before I even touch my fat pussy. Now work that cock while you envision me huge, heavy, and barely mobile.

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.

This Christmas Eve, let's shake things up. Instead of distributing countless presents worldwide, why not channel that magic into a grand feast just for you? You've gotten so wondrously fat this year, but I envision even more splendid growth ahead. Be selfish, Santa; this Christmas, it's time to give a gift to you.

Now that we're going to be married, things are going to rapidly change for you. I expect my husband to weigh twice my weight. I will accept nothing less than you becoming a living lard storage tank. I need you bloated, breathless, and barely mobile. Less of a husband and more of a hus-hog. When we waddle down that aisle, remember what you're actually saying—I do too, my love.

Our love of fast food knows no bounds. The mere thought of juicy burgers, crispy fries, and mouthwatering milkshakes makes our hearts race; gluttons for the taste, the smell, and the sinful grease that coats our fast food favorites. Join me in indulging our hedonistic desires. Savor every delicious, calorie-laden bite, knowing that tomorrow you'll wake up a bigger you.

Please sit down; we need to have a serious conversation. No, we're not mad per se; after all, you take after your step-moms. Your teacher called; we know that you failed gym and that you're on the verge of failing several other classes. We've made a decision; we're pulling you out of school. It has become obvious to us that you'd rather be a fat piggy than a productive member of society.

You can't be serious; please tell me this is some kind of early April Fool's joke. It isn't? I've been working for your company for just shy of 15 years; how can I suddenly be too fat to be the face of your office? Just look at me?! I suppose... I have gained more than just a little bit of weight over the years. Please, Sir, I need this job! I'll do anything that you want me to do if you let me keep my job.

Somewhere under that bloated belly's soft hang is your rock-hard cock begging for release. It would be too easy for your kitten to simply make you cum. I want you to masturbate with me while you're still able to. Sooner than later, that gut is going to completely cover your cock.

You wished upon a falling star, and your wish came true. In your bedroom now sits a supersized catgirl, ready to indulge your every desire. She knows how long you've yearned for someone to feed you. She wants to fulfill that deep-seated need that has been gnawing at your insides. Slowly and seductively, she opens a package of sugary, calorie-laden chocolate chunk cookies and looks longingly into your eyes as she makes you promise that you're going to eat every single bite; your kitten can't make you cum unless you do.

I couldn't believe that I had finally met the man of my dreams. Naively, I was completely blindsided by his ceaseless affection. He made me feel like a princess. As days turned into months, I noticed that I was starting to gain weight. Despite my efforts to eat healthy and go to the gym, the pounds just kept piling on. I was perplexed; it never crossed my mind that my wonderful boyfriend could have been the cause. Once I became too overweight to continue going to the gym, he confessed. He had been secretly adding weight gain powder to my protein shakes. Alongside enabling my every bad habit, it has caused me to balloon into the beached whale that I am now. The dress I wore on our first date is now stretched to its limit, struggling to cover my triple-sized body. I am now too fat to care.

I was in total shock when my big step-sis told me she wanted me to be even fatter! Why would someone as slim and perfect as her want to be with someone like me? I trust my step-sister but this seems too good to be true. Could she really want me?

Unsatisfied with your life as an adventurer, you boldly make the decision to embark on a transformative journey. Tired of denying yourself anything, you look to those who value new sensations above all else. As you step through the bejeweled chiffon curtains, you see a woman of unparalleled beauty. She is everything you lust for and secretly long to be. She effortlessly commands your undivided attention as she weaves her personal tale of how she embraced hedonism and never looked back.

As I speak, I'm filled with an immense sense of pride for the greedy, gluttonous hog you've become. Witnessing your evolution, both inside and out, has been a truly divine experience. From the moment you outgrew your old wardrobe, it became evident that you were destined for greatness. Your progress towards your goals has been nothing short of inspiring, and I'm honored to be a part of your story. Together, let us continue to embrace this journey of growth. I'm so proud of you, Piggy.

Step-mom is absolutely livid! Look what you're doing to me, Step-Brother. You're responsible for... this. I love how seriously you've taken becoming my feeder. I know you're not just doing this because I threatened to tell Step-mom about your perversions. It's as plain as the lust in your eyes that you're enjoying watching me regress into a greedy, gluttonous sow that only cares about being fed, fattened, and fucked. That's exactly what I want. I need you rock hard for all of this softness, Step-Brother.

I thought that this was a fitting outfit for how big and blubbery I've been getting and for how big and blubbery you want to get. You want a muffin top like this one, hanging heavily over your waistband, bulging outwards, hanging downwards, inch after blubbery inch. That's not all you want, is it, Pig? You want a heavy, hanging belly. One just like this that hangs heavily over your cock, like it does my pussy.

Ft. Bianca Baker

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.

Featuring: Thick Tiffany

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.

Do you know who I am, Piggy? I'm the Goddess of Gluttony. I've come to you in your dreams to tell you something very important: when you wake, a nurse will be at your bedside. She will try to sway you from your gluttonous ways. You must stay steadfast in your descent into hedonism. You long to have your body engulfed in lard, to feel yourself pinned down under your own weight as you struggle to move. Be honest with yourself, Pig; you need this as much as I do.

Okay... we're halfway there, I've managed to mount you. It's getting so hard to fuck at our sizes, isn't it? These big heavy hanging bellies getting in the way of our shared pleasure. What I need you to do Piggy, is grab all of that fat and heave it back towards you chest.