My Toy (Patreon)

You've been so good at submitting to me. I'm proud to have earned your trust. You told me every little dirty secret you kept and expected me to deliver. Now I have.

Your body is totally ruined now. I'll just put that out there. Our special relationship has cost us both. But this is what we live for. For you to be my pet, and for me to be your master. You've given up so much but by your own will. You let me do whatever I wanted.

So I filled you. I filled you every single day. I still am. I watched your body shift, grow, and change. I made accomodations for your growth. I couldn't keep my hands off of you as you gave yourself to me. I caressed you while you feasted, making sure you were secure. With every pound you gained it was a celebration.

It turned you on so much. Me whispering for you to eat more. When I rubbed your swollen gut after long hours of stuffing. Reminding you of how amazing you are..you loved it. I know I was firm sometimes but I knew you enjoyed it. You wanted to be my pet. So I treated you like one.

When you got on your hands and knees for me I felt so strong yet so caring. Pushing your head into a bowl of various mixed cakes was invigorating. You were only three hundred and fifty pounds then. You stuffed your face so sloppily and quickly. I made you my own pet piggy and my goal was to grow you into an even bigger hog.

That was my favorite thing to do, do messy stuffing sessions. Watching you turn into a slob right before my eyes. Leaving you naked on the bed with food down your huge fat tits and gut. I'd let you set like that too.. Sticky and coated in grease and crumbs. I couldn't wait for your fat belly to pool onto the floor filling the space between your hands and knees.

You ate so much for me. Impossible amounts of calories. Your feeding tray would sit atop your round tummy after you hit four hundred and sixty pounds. That was cute and a bit convenient, and the tray only got bigger along with your gut.

The more you ate the slower you became. I lived for it. Your body weighed down by hours upon hours of gluttony. Your limbs swollen and puffy, jiggling with every slow lazy movement. I couldn't stop myself now, you needed to be so much bigger.

Your will became strong though for some reason. You wanted to slow your gaining down. Struggling to get dressed and even roll yourself out of bed struck fear into you. The looming reality that being incredibly obese has its downsides. I was ready to break your will. I craved the numbers on the scale to grow, along with your waistline.

So I seduced you. Again and again. Kissing and rubbing your vast frame. Feeding you and fucking you just for my own sick pleasure. I needed you bigger. Wobbling and lifting your huge belly while we cuddled made me squirm for more. Your plump thighs were beginning to turn into two thick rolls of fat. Warm and soft. Your weight was definitely getting out of control all thanks to me.

My only goal I had set for you was to be bound to my bed, only your weight pinning you down. Helpless to follow my every command. Not that I would be very demanding, just let me fuck you and feed you. Simple rules. But you were persistant. You huffed and puffed your way around. I watched you, red faced and out of breath reach the top of the stairs from my bedroom. It was only a matter of time before your wide fat filled ass would get stuck in the doorway.

Pushing you down into my bed was my favorite thing to do. You had no muscle mass and were so out of shape it was easy to dominate you. Your massive body falling back, I was certain you would break my bed. I loved to wrap my legs around you and hold you down to force food into you. Thick cream filled donuts and snack cakes...you could barely resist. I know it excites you anyways. I grew strong pushing and rolling you around and could take charge easily. This made force feeding you almost effortless the heavier you became.

Soon after you swelled up to seven hundred pounds you practically gave up on telling me no. Then my fun really began... I soon learned you loved to be picked on for being a fat slob. The words that would escape my mouth would make anyone else cry. But you just took it and wiggled with delight. "My god so you ever stop eating? You're a literal blob now! A lard encased blob of a person! If you get any bigger your knees are going to snap when you stand!" Your face would run red but a faint smile would spread between your plump cheeks. "I know you're too addicted to sugar to stop me from funneling it down your throat too, piggy."

So many humiliating things had started happening. That happens when you've been fattened up so big you can hardly move. You accidentally fell back onto the bed and snapped it right in half. Whoops! You finally did it! You also broke my supersized scale. Saw that coming. So I had to buy a bariatric sized bed and an industrial sized scale for your massive body.

You no longer went out in public since you could barely manage to walk let alone get through my front door. Your ass would more than likely get stuck, then we would have a real problem.

You ballooned right up to nine hundred pounds easily. Lounging on my couch was your full time job. Your body was getting so big I had to buy an oversized one. My fridge was fully stocked at all times thanks to your thousands of followers who graciously donated to your cause. That made it easy to push you passed one thousand pounds.

The day you were nine hundred ninety pounds I spent eight hours funneling food and slurries of slop into you just to get you to reach your goal. You stayed so stuffed you almost had tears in your eyes. But you did it. "Once you hit your target goal you can cum." I persuaded you.

Your body kept growing too. Almost like it had given up and your metabolism was non-existent. I forced your stomach to stretch so much that you were practically never really full. I made you into a truly obese pig.

Once you swelled up to fifteen hundred pounds you started wheezing and struggling to breathe. Hundreds of pounds of fat pressing down on your chest will do that though. So I had you fitted with an oxygen mask. "There's no turning back now." I would whisper in your ear only making you more eager to gain.

You were completely immobilized at this point. Your arms and legs were so heavy you would break out in a sweat and grow out of breath just attempting to lift them. The amount of fat encasing your body was unreal. I had you right where I wanted you.

You were my toy. My eating machine. My project. Your sex drive never died even after I forced you to get to two thousand pounds. Trying to fuck an inhumanly obese blob was getting hard to do though. So I had a hammock installed to hoist your massive gut on while I pleased you.

When you met twenty five hundred pounds you could barely move even a finger. You couldn't sit yourself up or turn your head. Your arms rested atop a mountain of fleshy rolls and your neck was buried under pounds of fat. I no longer fed you real food. Chewing became tiresome and a hose was attached almost permanently to your face.

You were filled eighteen hours a day. You wanted food more than sleep. You needed it. You wanted to reach five thousand pounds without stopping. I was nervous but accommodated your needs.

Your stomach made the most awful noises. You even demanded I turned up the speed on the pump. I did.

Gorging yourself to three thousand pounds you broke the bariatric sized bed. I couldn't help you off of it. You insisted it was where you were going to stay. You didn't want to stop until you got what you wanted.

You became a pure hog. So greedy and demanding for more every day. As I kept your followers posted on how big you were growing they had donated thousands of dollars to see you reach at least five thousand pounds. Some even donated vats of lard to help you get there.

You were a ticking time bomb. An unhealthy mess ready to collapse. An obese slob equipped with a heart monitor, catheter, oxygen, and you were still glutting yourself heavier. There was no stopping you.

"More!" That's all you seemed to know what to say anymore. I had the pump to the vat turned all the way up. The hose wobbled and the creamy substance flowed down your throat for hours every day. I imagined how absolutely colossal your insides were by now and how swollen your heart was. You would be a medical miracle if people had known.

Forty five hundred pounds.

You were struggling. Your whole body was spread out and your fingers and toes were gone under a sea of blubber. Your skin was taut and your stomach churned and gurgled constantly. I could hear it groaning for relief to not be overworked. You moaned and huffed through the hose determined to reach five thousand pounds.

I had upgraded my machine with an even better model vat. It was faster and pumped way more through the tubing. I assembled it and showed it to you. Your eyes wide with excitement.

I had removed the old tubing and connected the strap around your head, which was difficult to get to considering how massive you were. Your head stuffed between the rolls on your neck and the fat building up around it. You instinctively began sucking even before I filled the vat. "You are a fucking piggy!"

The machine roared. The tube jolted and the thick weight gain mix flowed yet again. Twice as fast. You moaned again and I could see you trying to wriggle with glee, but let's face it...you were far too fucking fat.

I finally had some help come in to get you onto a few king sized mattresses and remove the bed you were growing around. Those sat on top of an even bigger industrial sized scale. My fellow feeders marveled at your mass. Long feeding and fucking sessions were their reward. You loved it. You loved being a helplessly obese piggy for everyone to use. I loved watching.

Now you were in the home stretch. Forty nine hundred pounds. You were amazingly massive. So helplessly bloated and slovenly. I knew what I wanted to do for your big gain. With a little help I had a large machine operated dildo made. I had you slowly lowered down onto it, fitting it into your tight ass. I attached nipple clamps to your fat tits and prepared you for the biggest orgasm you have ever had. My feeders massaged your corpulent body while I turned up the pressure on the vat and let it fill you.

You were going to gain one hundred pounds within twenty four hours.

The pulsating cock thrusted slowly underneath you while you fed. Tongues flicking your sensitive tits and grabbing mounds of your flesh. You moaned and your stomach blimped out. My feeders wobbled and jiggled your body teasing you. "You know you'll pop right? If you keep eating like this!" They rubbed your gut soothingly.

But they were right. Your stomach was distending more than usual and you began sweating. I sped the cock up and you shook, your massive body rippling. "Good...eat. Eat yourself fatter..." They tugged on the clamps.

Forty nine hundred and fifty pounds.

Your face was beet red and you were soaked in sweat. Your belly bloated from the rest of you. I had your gut hoisted up to help my feeders fuck you. Your weight was climbing and so was your blood pressure. I set the cock to full speed.

You moaned and sucked with all you had. You knew it was coming.

Forty nine hundred ninety pounds.

"You're gonna pop!" One of my feeders yelled. "You're stomach is getting huge! Slow down!" But you didn't. Your ass was throbbing and so was the lining of your stomach and your heart. You were shaking and groaning from being fucked and getting so painfully full.

"Almost there..."

You huffed and shook knowing you were reaching your ultimate goal. My feeders pleased you as your body weight reached five thousand pounds.

"You finally did it." I praised you.