All for you (Patreon)

My god my weight is out of control now. I've gotten so goddamn fat over the past few months it’s damn near shameful. I can't stop eating now, you have me hooked. You've told me how fucking sexy it is when I eat. How soft I am. How much bigger you want me. You've not only fed my gluttoned stomach but my ego and self esteem. Maybe that's what did it, what ignited my addiction. I mean...I was already addicted and overweight, but now it's getting ridiculous.

So many cream puffs, donuts, buckets of chicken, burgers, and pasta. My thighs have gone from somewhat toned to bulky and cellulite filled. My belly now hangs sloppily to my knees.. My arms are puffy and heavy; they wobble when I move them even slightly. I can see the look in other peoples faces when they glance at me. Another obese cow eating herself into an early grave. But you just keep encouraging me and I can't stop! The way your hands graze my corpulent body and rub me so tenderly...its perfection. My thighs slap each other when I waddle to the fridge for more snacks. My tits are now barely contained in my bra anymore so I don't bother wearing one. Oh well, they'll sag one way or another. You still suck them religiously anyway.

"Eat." You tell me when we fuck. You push so much food into me sometimes I feel like my belly could burst! But I do it for you. When you fuck me from behind I can feel every roll wobble and jiggle. You tickle and tease the mound of fat that used to resemble a pussy. It’s getting harder to hold myself up though since I'm pushing 560 pounds. You love when I crawl on top of you and press all of my weight into you. I can tell how fucking fat I'm getting by the air being pushed from your lungs by my immense weight. You groan with lust and squeeze the mounds of fat hanging from my sides. My pendulous gut and tits practically swallow your smaller body. You love it. I know you won't slow down when it comes to feeding me either. I'm forcing down nearly 20,000 calories a day and you only want me to eat more. It’s so much. You set out so much food for me to finish before you come home and threaten to "punish" me if I don't finish it all. But I secretly love when you punish me so I whine and complain that I was too full and let you have your way with me. You tease me, spank me, and choke me while you fuck me mercilessly. I'm wet practically all day when you send me naughty texts of how hard you're going to fuck me, how much bigger you plan on making me, and how hot I am.

I've got it made too. I'm able to hide my growing obese body by working from home. This also leaves me inactive enabling me to just keep getting fucking fatter. My lack of exercise has left me easily out of breath and unable to stand for too long. It's impossible for me to go to a store without a mobility scooter and even then my huge fat flooded belly is starting to make it hard to fit into one. You tease me when we go into stores. "Look how fat you are...you're spilling over the damn thing. Keep getting junk food piggy, you'll never lose weight!" As you pile my cart with snack cakes, chips, and other unhealthy things. I'm so goddamn embarrassed yet aroused when we do this. I'm like your pet pig for you to show off. To show how fucking massive the human body can swell up to, how obese you really can become and its only going to get worse. I've piled on an average of two hundred pounds a year pushing myself further to immobility. You tell me how you'll need a crane to move me around when we fuck and that might just be true within the next year or so.

You've mentioned hiring other feeders to help move me and feed me when I become a massive pile of blubber. My god it turns me on knowing I'll be so helplessly obese that I won't be able to even sit myself upright. I'll be pinned to the bed by my own weight, under your control. I know you won't slow down either, fucking me and feeding me even bigger. But I can't stop glutting myself. I can't put the fork down. I'm a fat hog under your spell and there's no getting away. So just keep feeding me until you can't feed me anymore.