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I wish you were here grabbing it, jiggling it, maybe dipping a finger into my belly button. Watching your face as you're nearly mesmerized by the way that it jiggles. I need to feel your hands on my big blubbery bod!

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.

We're such greedy gluttonous sows; the more weight we gain the more turned on we get. There's just something about eating until one is overfull that is so erotic. The feeling of one's stomach being stretched taunt in a mix of pleasure and pain. Struggling to breathe as stomach pushes on one's lungs; panting like an old hound in the summer. How being fed by a feeder takes this experience to the next level. How we'd absolutely balloon with the constant attention of a feeder.

You came here seeking answers, but what you really crave is permission. Permission to surrender to your deepest desires, to let go of the guilt and shame that's been holding you back. You want to indulge in the sweet, sweet pleasure of gluttony, to feel the thrill of giving in to your every craving, no matter how decadent or excessive. You want to be a greedy, gluttonous hog, devouring everything in sight, and loving every minute of it.

This has to stop! It's time for an intervention, your gluttony is consuming you! Every time I leave the house you devour everything in sight! No snack is safe from your greedy maw. You're spiraling out of control. Are you still working? I can't remember the last time you left the house. Scratch that, I can't even remember the last time you got dressed. Do you have any clothes that can still cover that lard-engorged body of yours?

You keep feeding me all of my favorite sweet knowing full well that I can't help myself. I have no willpower when it comes to food. Now my uniform barely fits! You're going to have to buy me a new one Step-Daddy.

We were just another couple looking for a fresh start as we walked into the weight loss meeting full of hope—but she was waiting. The Goddess of Gluttony didn’t offer salvation; she offered temptation we couldn’t refuse. One glance from her, and suddenly, it wasn’t a meeting we were attending—it was a buffet. That first feast was only the beginning. Weeks passed, then months, each one marked by tighter clothes and longer rests between steps. Little habits turned into cravings, and soon, every outing became an excuse to eat just a little more. Social graces crumbled as our bodies swelled, bellies pushing forward with each passing week, our once-casual indulgences becoming rituals of excess. By the time we realized how heavy we had become, it was already too late. That pull, that promise of just one more taste. We’d never stop chasing it, not with the Goddess's voice echoing in our minds, sweet as honey and twice as thick.

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.

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.

Moving into our first home was meant to be a joyous milestone for us as newlyweds. Little did we realize the sinister secret that awaited us within those walls. Our new house harbored a malevolent spirit, a demonic entity that has since taken control of our lives. Its influence has manifested in unsettling ways, plaguing us with an insatiable hunger that defies all reason and unrestrained sexual arousal. Our appetites have spiraled out of control, resulting in rapid weight gain. As our bodies expand, we outgrow our clothes, and the once vibrant social lives we enjoyed have been eclipsed by an overwhelming obsession with food. We should be ashamed of ourselves and what we're becoming, but it just turns us on more. Despite our desperate attempts, we find ourselves trapped in a never-ending cycle of gluttony, arousal, and isolation. The haunting presence of the demon has transformed us, leaving us consumed by an unquenchable hunger and sexual desire that's left us frighteningly detached from the world around us.

What do you see when you look at me, do you see every pound you've helped pack on me? Throughout the year you've helped me grow bigger and more blubbery. What will another year of indulging my insatiable appetite lead to?

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.

We're going to that party tonight. I'm a little apprehensive, I've put on some weight recently and I don't know how well any of my jeans are going to fit...

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.

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.

I'm glad you're home early, I want to talk to you. Don't worry my love, it's not that I'm unhappy. Quite the contrary actually. I am curious however as to why you haven't brought up my considerable weight gain? It's normal to put on some relationship weight but look at all of this! I've blown up like a balloon! There's no way that you couldn't have noticed, I've more than doubled my weight since we started dating. Your eyes betray you with lust and the way you touch my fattened body makes me think that you like it. I like it too.

If we're being honest with each other, I'm not the only one that has been piling on the pounds. Did you think that I wouldn't notice that you had to replace all of your jeans? What's the saying, "a moment on the lips a lifetime on the hips"? You weren't thinking of the consequences of your overindulgence were you piglet? That's right I called you a piglet, you're not fat enough to be a proper hog yet! What? You know you want this as much as I do.

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Such wicked thoughts swirled through my mind as I watched her walk away. I couldn't help envisioning what she'd look like as the weight settled. How the thin layer of fat that covered her slightly plump body would become engorged. Her waistline expanded as her willpower diminished. Every temptation that she gave into bringing her one step closer to succumbing to gluttony.

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.

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.

Do you like what you see? I can't say that I blame you. Who wouldn't want two big, blubbery, 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.