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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.

Watch as the heavy slabs of lard sway and bounce when I lift my arms, each one thicker than a fat girl’s thigh and overflowing with soft, jiggling fat. You’ll see every crease, every wobble, every deep, plush fold. My fingers sink into the hanging underside, making it ripple and shake with the slightest touch. This whole video is pure worship of enormous, hanging, jiggly arm fat—soft, heavy, and completely irresistible. I’ve eaten myself into soft, useless submission, so swollen and overfed that even my arms have become engorged with fat.

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.

I can’t stop thinking about how you’ve fattened me up just for this moment. You’ve been feeding me, softening me, preparing me to be bred. Your heavy, obedient feedee, ready to be filled in every way. Once you’ve bred me, the hormones will take over, and I’ll be ravenous . I’ll eat nonstop, growing rounder, heavier, and lazier with every passing day. All that baby weight will settle into me: soft, thick, and permanent. You’ve created the perfect greedy cow, swollen and satisfied, built to grow and never stop.

I am a demon of indulgence, whispering temptation straight into your ear. My voice drips with hunger as I urge you to surrender to every craving, to let your greed consume you. You were never meant for restraint, only for excess. Every bite, every pound is an offering made flesh. Keep feeding until your body itself becomes a monument to hedonism.

I needed to confess... I couldn’t stop myself. I kept eating long past full, until my body could barely take another bite — too greedy to care. Now I feel what I’ve done to myself. My belly’s tight, aching, and overloaded. I ate until I made myself sick, and even then, I still wanted more. I’ve lost all control — you’ve turned me into the perfect greedy, gluttonous sow, eager to overeat and grow softer just for you.

Eat alongside me, stuffing yourself until you’re bursting. I tease you, asking if your belly is getting huge and heavy, praising every greedy bite as you gorge under my watchful eyes. I push you to eat more, to give in to your hunger. By the end, I have you stroking yourself, cumming at the thought of becoming the bloated hog you long to be.

You like to pretend you’re the one in control, but we both know the truth—your gut calls the shots now. That big, blubbery belly has a mind of its own, and it’s insatiable. It doesn’t care that you’re stuffed, aching, or already spilling over with lard. All it craves is more—more sugar, more fat, more fuel to swell you with new fat cells. That’s why you can’t stop yourself. You’re not in charge anymore. Your fat has taken over, and you’re nothing but its greedy little host, obeying every demand.

You asked to take a nap on my waterbed, and then you popped it with your growing, greedy gut. You broke my bed, so I'm going to break your waistline. I'm going to fatten you up until you're soft, heavy, and wide enough to take its place. I'll feed you until you're such a blob I can stretch right out on top of you. Hope you're ready to become furniture, fat boy.

Fitness is obsolete, a relic of a time when survival depended on speed and strength, but those days are long gone. There’s no need to run from predators or chase down prey when a feast is just a few taps away, delivered right to your doorstep within the hour. The only exertion required is the slow, heavy waddle to retrieve your order—a short, lumbering journey that only serves to make the next bite taste even better. Humanity wasn’t built for endless motion and struggle; we were meant to indulge, to expand, to revel in the softness that comes with true comfort. Fat is our natural state, the pinnacle of modern evolution, and you've embraced it beautifully.

There was something about the fortune teller’s words that sent a shiver down my spine—a promise of hidden desires coming to light. I didn’t realize how true that would be until we stepped back into the carnival, our stomachs suddenly aching with an insatiable hunger. It was as if some deep-seated need had been unlocked inside us, impossible to ignore. We tried all the greasy, fattening, sugar-loaded food the fair had to offer, each bite disappearing into our greedy mouths as we fed each other again and again. Little did we know, this night would set a new precedent in our lives. Soon, our clothes wouldn't be able to contain the ever-thickening layer of lard that was starting to engulf us. We were spiraling out of control and loving every moment of it.

My loyal subject, heed my decree. Our kingdom has endured many hardships, but I have secured a future for us all. In exchange for the care and protection of the neighboring kingdom, they require one thing: that each of you weigh at least 400 pounds. You must drop all other pursuits and dedicate yourselves solely to this task. As you can see, your Queen has already begun the fattening process, and I will continue to lead by example. Together, we shall grow in size and strength, fulfilling this requirement for the prosperity of our realm.

You're going to do exactly as I say, starting with taking that heavy, overstuffed belly of yours and sinking into your bed. Feel the weight of the huge globe of fat that consumes your midsection, stretched taut and swollen from being stuffed to the brim. Let that softness consume your focus—the jiggle, the heft, the undeniable proof of your gluttony. You're going to stroke to the thought of it, to how utterly massive and overfed you’ve become, because if you wait too long, you might just find yourself too gloriously fat to even reach your cock.

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 in to 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.

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 always been captivated by the voluptuous curves of your super-super-morbidly-obese step-sister, haven't you? Your secret is safe with me, but not for long. I’ve discovered your lustful gaze, step-brother. My ultimatum is simple: fatten up to my standards, or I'll reveal your secret to step-mom. As I parade my expansive body before you, teasing and tempting you with my flabby body. Each wobble and jiggle flaunts my power over you. I know you can't resist, and will ensure you succumb to the urge to gorge, just like me. Give in to gluttony, and let me drag you down the path of overindulgence, where every bite will bring you closer to becoming just as fat and helpless as I am.

Join me as I explore the stages of obesity that you'll encounter as you embark on your weight gain journey. How your body will change as you slowly eat your way to becoming a living lard storage tank. A blissful blob that ever yearns for more; more food, more fat, and more pleasure.

Look at me! Look at what we've done to me. My nurse's uniform used to come down to my knees; now it barely covers my pendulous lower belly. I can't go back to work now that my body is engulfed in lard, flabby, and useless. How could I help someone else when I can't even help myself? You've enabled me to become this shapeless blob, a living lard storage tank, a lazy, helpless house-pig that's completely dependent on you.

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.

Tell me, my dear piggies, who are almost as fat as I am. Have you observed that you cause those around you to fatten up? There's a reason I call myself the Goddess of Gluttony, as I seem to fatten up all of my friends who spend too much time in my presence. They go from fit and trim to soft and flabby within a few months. I'm unsure if it's my irresistible cooking or if they start to pick up my "bad habits". The results of being in my prolonged presence are undeniable; it's as if I have an aura of obesity. Just imagine how fat you would be if you were within my fattening vicinity. My question stands: Do you too have the fattening effect as well, or am I truly the Goddess of Gluttony?