Slob (Patreon)

Your plump cheeks jiggle, full of mashed potatoes and gravy. You quench your thirst by guzzling down half of a 2 liter. Onto the chicken. Crispy and greasy. Your fingers and hands coated in oils. You wipe it on your 6X sized shirt. You cram so much food into your mouth you can hardly catch your breath. You poke at your green beans but give in, you do need nutrients as well...

You finish off the 2 liter and start grabbing for the pan of brownies and a fork. You jab right into the middle of the pan and begin greedily making your way outwards. Moans escape your mouth as you chew and finish off the whole pan. You lean back and rub your belly, practically as round as a beach ball. It hurts to breathe but you ignore it and reach over for a box of snack cakes and unwrap them one by one continuing your binge. As you empty the box you begin craving another drink. Milk. The thought of getting up fills you with dread but your craving will not go away.

You lean up, your huge swollen gut filling the entirety of your lap and audible gurglings can be heard. Wrappers and crumbs fall while you try to get yourself to your feet. You wheeze trying to get up off of your bed and in a failed attempt you fall right back down. You're gasping and panting, determined to bring the whole gallon of milk to the bed. You try again and roll yourself over and swing your feet onto the floor. Pain hits your side from a cramp but you push up off the bed and stand. Now...to get the milk.

Lumbering towards the fridge the realization of just how heavy you really are starts to sink in. You wheeze and pant, your pendulous gut swaying back and forth with each step. Your thick blubbery thighs rubbing together causing friction and chafing. Your ankles already ache from just walking a few feet. You pop the fridge open, grab the milk, unscrew the cap and drain the ice cold drink down your throat. Your stomach almost seems to expand even bigger while you chug. Gurgling and groaning can be heard from your belly as you guzzle. Half a gallon gone. You cap the milk and head back to your bed.

You're out of breath now. Walking alone has become a difficult task. You now face two choices, slow down on the binging and attempt to lose weight or be bed bound from your own gluttony. You don't even think twice as you flop back into your soon-to-be permanent living space. The bed creaks with 680 pounds being on top of it. You know you can't slow down. Besides, your feeder wouldn't allow it.

They've gone too far to let you go back and your self control has been absolutely destroyed from years of binging and being a human pig. You reach over and grab a bag of chips to keep your mouth busy yet again. Crumbs and salt falling onto your shirt, lap, and bed. You just don’t give a damn. You need to fill yourself to hear your feeder praise you for being such a gluttonous animal. “Good job, you’re getting nice and fat aren’t you?” You can almost hear in your head. You love being praised then degraded. It keeps you feeling sane. It’s what you’ve always dreamed of hearing. To be lifted up, then brought back down to earth and put in your place.

As soon as you grow drowsy and begin to drift off to sleep you hear the front door shut and your feeder walks in setting some bags down. "Ah I see someones been a good hog for me today." They take off their coat and climb atop your painfully swollen belly. "Are you hungry piggy?" They smile and reach into a McDonalds bag for a burger. "Mmmh-" You're met with a sloppy greasy burger before you can get a word in. But you just can’t stop anyways, you’re far too greedy. “There we go…good boy.” Their voice soothing to your ears, even with their vehemence.

"More..." They demand forcing more greasy burgers into your mouth. "I'm going to get you to seven hundred pounds by next month." Their confidence and eagerness makes your cock twitch. "Keep going big boy...eat." You chew as if your life depends on it and the food sits in your stomach, piling on top of the previous meal.

"You're nearly immobile. This big gut of yours is going to be the anchor that holds you to the bed for me." You love it when he vocalizes his plans for you. He presses into your tummy and wobbles it furiously. Another burger down. Your face is covered in grease and your chest covered in all sorts of crumbs from everything else you've eaten today and yesterday. “You were a good boy today weren’t you? I see you’ve already filled yourself up before I even came home. That’s what I like to see. You ruining yourself for me while I aid in your demise.” His voice lowers while his arousal rises. You watch as he gets closer to your messy face.

"My god pig, when is the last time you've washed yourself?" He brings a bottle of soda to your lips for a drink. "Uhhh..." He crams another burger into your mouth. You struggle to keep up with his pushiness. "Hush. Eat for me. No talking. I work hard to keep you soft, fatboy." Chewing, you feel your cock growing erect. He knows just how to drive you wild and uses it for his own advantage. "I bet your puny little cock is ready to blow down there isn't it?" He whispers, lifting your mound of a belly up. "My god you can barely see it anymore it's so buried in fat!" He teases. "Well it used to be a nice looking cock...now I've fattened you up so big it's practically useless...among yourself as well." You can feel him jiggling the pad of fat surrounding your dwarfed cock. "Hell, you wouldnt be able to sit up long enough to fuck! But I'll do all the work for us..." You groan between bites.

You feel his large hands pressing into your fat hips while he forces you over into position. "What a hog you've become!" He grunts, exerting himself. He lubes your cock up and begins stroking through the thick fatpad. You can barely hold yourself up and your legs start to quiver. He smacks your wobbling ass and spreads it readying himself. "Ah right, can't let piggy go hungry!" He sets the rest of the burgers down in front of your face and presses your head down gently. "I want all ten of these done by the time I cum hog!" You feel him lubing your hole up tenderly while you relax. He eases into you and your cock becomes fully erect while he begins to fuck. "Eat!" He commands and you horf down even more sloppy greasy burgers. He quickens the pace and slows in rhythm.

Your belly painfully full, and your cock ready to blow you grow dizzy. He reaches around your leg and searches for your cock, it being buried under mounds of jiggling flesh. "Good piggy...keep it up...grow for me..." He jiggles your side rolls and slaps your ass again. "Oh God-...fuck..." You moan. "That's right...let yourself go hog! Can't stop now! You're almost bedbound!" He rubs between your legs feeling up the fat building between them. Your belly wobbles against the bed and you hungrily chew down on the last few burgers eager to make your feeder happy. "Mmf!" You need release. His cock is so hard it’s stretching your ass now. Throbbing with each stroke. Swallowing down the last burger and letting out a monstrous burp you feel his hand stroking your cock. "Oh f-'' There it is, pulsing and twitching he cums pumping you full and leaving you quite a mess. His groans of pleasure let you know how satisfactory your piggish ways are. He wipes himself off and rolls you onto your back allowing you to relax. "Good pig, I know it's hard bearing all of that weight..." He goes down between your knees, lubes your cock, and continues stroking you, squeezing and working your balls gently with his other hand. "You're so fucking fat, pig...I can barely find your cock and balls anymore. I really have to dig for them. Like buried treasure…”

Embarrassed yet aroused your dick throbs and engorges yet again. He jiggles your fat filled lardy thighs and glances up at you. "Yes...that's it...blow for me big boy..." your face grows hot and your cock is ready to explode. He rolls each lardy bulge of thigh meat around. "That's it pigboy...I'm going to make you so helplessly fat you won't even be able to reach yourself...you barely can as is!" You're wheezing and panting from the buildup. "Cum for me pig." He demands. "You'll be so goddamn fat your only option will be to lay there while I feed you and fuck you. You'll be my piggy fucktoy-" You’re left moaning, attempting to grind against his hand. “Your only purpose will be to grow, eat, and let me fuck you.” He quickens the pace. “Just a useless fucking blob for me to destroy..”

Then there it is. Sweet release. Throbbing and gushing you grip the dirty sheets, sigh, and relax, your head spinning from the rush. "That's a good pigboy...now it's time for another snack!" He chimes excitedly. You growl in protest just knowing he will end up getting his way…