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Do you feel the weight of my body upon you? This soft supple fat that engulfing you. You did this. You're the reason that it's so difficult for me to mount you. My body has become so engorged with lard that it's difficult for me to bend my knees. There's just too much fat between my massive meaty thighs and my thick calves. It won't be long until I'm too fat for most positions. Now that you've released the greedy sow inside me I can't stop feeding. I've become hopelessly addicted to the feeling of being completely glutted on fast food. Are you proud of what you've done?

There's more than lust in your eyes for this big blubbery blob bod. It's clear that you long to have a body like mine. A body laden with lard with ever thickening rolls of fat hanging heavily from your arms, torso, and legs. Fattened to the point where your fingers easily sink in several inches into all of that softness. If you truly desire to be like me Piggy, you're going to have to eat so much more.

Welcome home. I see there's more of you to welcome home this year. I can't say Step-Mommy is surprised after seeing the way you ballooned up last year. Step-Mommy's little one isn't so little anymore. It seems you've turned into a ravenous pig. I should've known you wouldn't be able to curb that appetite. The way you gobbled up everything in sight last holiday.

I can see the lust I see in your eyes from the embarrassment of Step-Mommy bringing up your weight problem. Tell Step-Mommy the truth. Does hearing me say that you're doomed to get fatter, and fatter, and fatter make you horny?

I need you fatter as much as you need to be fatter. This year we're going to make you so fucking FAT! We're going to feed you until you struggle to get out of bed. As your body becomes utterly engorged in lard it will get hard and hard to move. Every pound you gain is bringing you one pound closer to never being able to walk again. Having me as your feeder, you're going to grow even fatter than I am Piggy.

'Tis the season to get even fatter; that's right, it's that time of year again! Time to watch yourself grow bigger and heavier as you overfeed and become overfed. Your body ballooning with lard. Each mouthful ensuring that you'll wake up just a little bit fatter than you did yesterday.

Tell me what is your gaining goal for the new year? I want to hear from your fattened lips just how big you want to get. Mmmm... that makes me dripping wet to hear! Why wait until the new year? Let's get started on that goal right now. Pause this video and get yourself your favorite fattening food to glut yourself on. Together we'll ensure that you meet and then surpass that goal!

As your addiction has grown, the unimaginable has become tangible. Never would you have anticipated glutting down family size portions and yet here we are Piggy. Your overeating is causing your body to look more and more like mine. Be honest, you love every expanding inch. You crave more as much as I crave more of you. Give into gluttony and release the ravenous pig we both know is inside of you. Eat for me. Grow heavy and wide for me. Be the mindless pleasure consumed pig we both need you to be.

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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.

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Do you like what you see? I can't say that I blame you. Who wouldn't want two big, bubblery, and beautiful babes feeding them up? The only thing that my step-sister and I like more than each other, is feeding up pigs like you.

This clip uses neutral language as far as: gender, genitalia, and skin tone.

I thought on the idea of doing The Fox & The Hound as our couples lingerie party costumes. You're no hound. Hounds are loyal to a fault. They care only for pleasing their masters. You, all you care about is food. You think of nothing beyond shoveling endless amounts of greasy fattening food into your greedy mouth. You deserve a costume that shows everyone what you are, inside, and out.

These clips uses neutral language as far as: gender, genitalia, and skin tone.

Do you like the way this tiny little lingerie looks on this big blubbery body? How my heavy hanging udders threaten to burst out the side of this itty bitty apron. As your feeder I thought it would be fitting to dress as a cook. I'm not cooking anything for you just yet. There's bags upon bags of leftover Halloween candy begging to be eaten. You're going to eat every last bite.

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.

Perhaps you were expecting a man? I have as many forms as I have names; Goddess of Gluttony, Eater of Sin, Lucifer... the Devil. I chose a shape that I knew you'd find alluring. I like those that I'm about to broker a deal with to be visually enticed. Shall we get to business?

I sense that this isn't about lust. It's about need. A need that is so deeply seeded that it pulls on your very soul. You long to grow immensely obese. Even bigger than the body that I've chosen. You want to be a living pile of lard. To be the fattest human to have ever lived. I'm glad you came to me. I'm just the right person to be able to make that happen for you.

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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.

You're right, I don't look impressed. Should I be? No, I'm not angry. However, it's time that we address the elephant in the room. Your denial is ludicrous. Don't look confused, look down. Do you not see the softness that has collected around your own midsection? Can you not feel the cool air on the bit of belly hanging out of that too tight t-shirt Tubby?

Are you hiding bags of fast food behind your back? I have been looking for the right time to talk to you about your weight. I've watched as you ballooned throughout high school. Now as you're about to go into college, you're the fattest you've ever been. There's no sign that you're going to start slowing down. If you don't stop, you're going to end up following in your Step-mommy's footsteps.

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.

It would seem that my hunky hubby has turned into a hog. It's been years since I last saw your rock hard abs. Have you been in such denial that you didn't notice that your belly now looks more like mine? When you walk your gut jiggles. Just. Like. Mine. Does. It's not just your belly that's gotten bigger. You're thicker all over. Just look how your lower back fat rolls into love handles, and then sags over the side of your jeans.

Put those boxes of donuts, and bags of fast food on the coffee table right now Mister. Now, sit down! Why am I angry? I'm angry that my once fit boyfriend, is now too fat to fuck! Three pathetic pumps is not what I call "fucking". You're out of breath just walking down our hallway. It's truly pitiful.

You're out of control. You've eaten yourself into caricature of your former self. Your whole body engulfed in a sea of lard. I'm impressed by how quickly you turned from feeder to feedee. You're managed to get even fatter than I am in a record breakingly short time. You weigh more than 400lbs (180kg)!! Congratulations you're now twice the weight of an average adult male.

I don't know what to do with you. I'm supposed to be the feedee in this relationship! Clearly at your size you'll be unable to properly exercise. Changing your diet won't do enough. What to do, what to do?

You're about to be the lucky first Piggy to get penned at my farm. Don't act like this isn't everything you've ever dreamed about. You told me every single one of your dirty little secrets. Fattening secrets; secrets like how you want to be fattened to immobility. Don't you remember how you begged me to turn you into the pig that you truly? To release the greedy gluttonous hog inside of you.

Can you hear it calling? The FAT, it wants MORE!! It longs to grow, expand, weigh you down, and make you struggle. Turning the simplest tasks into nearly impossible ones. Your own body restricting your movements through its own sheer bulk and awkwardness. That's exactly what you want, isn't it? You want things to be become increasingly difficult as you helplessly watch your body balloon with lard. I understand the way no other could. You see, you've subconsciously summoned the Goddess of Gluttony with your aching need to act on your burning desires.