A growing body (Patreon)

Raise your hand if you want to watch someone slowly but surely grow so fat that it becomes impossible for them to even wiggle a finger. After years of over indulging and lack of motivation to be physically active they just remain sedentary and spend their days feasting away. Adding pound after pound to their body pushing themselves further to immobility. Their body would grow from plump to chubby, then overweight to obese. Then after months of binging nonstop it would become harder for them to get out of their chair and breathing would become increasingly difficult. Their body would continue to swell with the access fat and rolls would begin to weigh them down. You’d love how with every pound added they would become lazier and lazier and refuse to get out of bed unless it was necessary. Their body turning into a large balloon to be filled with endless amounts of fat, calories, and carbs. I know you want to find someone to be your submissive pig to give their body up to pure gluttony and sloth. Your very own pig to have. One that never turns away a single crumb. Lets admit it, you also love the thought of stuffing their fat belly so full and tight that it nears the point of bursting. You would want to watch the fat between their thighs bulge and sag forcing them to waddle with their legs spread until it is impossible for them to walk anymore. But thats not enough. Immobility is not enough. You want to see your feedee struggling to stay alive. Pinned to their bariatric sized bed depending on you for absolutly everything. Their fat body splayed out unable to bring their own swollen arms to their lips to feed themselves. Mindlessly filling their belly from the feeding pump you attached around their head. Hose to lips. Memories of your little feedee when their weight was only in the 200s. Millions of calories later their body growing well past 2000 lbs. This is what you want. To watch them struggle to breathe even. Without an oxygen tank they would surely suffocate under their own weight. You wonder when their heart would give out as well. It can only pump blood through a pigs body for so long until their gluttony catches up. You wonder at what weight they would reach for that to happen. That is not enough to stop you anyway. You want your poor helpless pig to be mindlessly suffering and embarassed but unable to stop themselves from bloating themselves out further. I know you want your own helpless mound of blubber to play with. Patting your feedees belly and jiggling their soft globs of fat hanging from every limb. Their hands and feet being swallowed by overlapping rolls of lard. You would want their face to become encased in fat, their eyes squinted and their plump cheeks pressing their lips together with their neck swallowed by a large triple chin. Their hips spreading out with two large asscheeks filled with jiggling globs of cellulite weighing them to the bed. Your perfect prized hog would be completely useless and dumb knowing only how to eat, sleep, and grow just for you.