Oh, you're in for a treat, my plump little piggy! Letting yourself go from skinny to obese is a delightful journey of indulgence and transformation. Picture this: your once slender frame gradually expands, your clothes becoming snug and then bursting at the seams. Every bite you take leads you closer to becoming a gloriously round, wobbling bundle of joy. Your appetite grows, and so does your soft, pillowy body, until you're so obese that your clothes can't contain your sumptuous curves. Embrace the delicious decadence of your expanding form, my dear piggy, and revel
Drank 3 liters of beer on top of a McDonald’s stuffing, and like a good piggy i followed it up with a McDonald’s stuffing before promptly passing out 😈
Go on and allow me to be the reason for what you do?
Let my voice guide you and whisk your mind away to fulfill my wishes.
Should we allow our desires to influence us and awaken the untapped potential of our subconscious?
How about satisfying your hunger with some delicious food? You could grab a bag of mouth-watering burgers and crispy fries from a fast-food joint, dig into the scrumptious leftovers from yesterday's grand feast, or indulge in that tub of creamy ice cream you've been saving for a rainy day. It's time to treat yourself to some lip-smacking goodness. Whatever you have is going down your throat while I tell you what a greedy calorie hog you are being. Are you ready to eat? Good, you haven’t been getting enough praise for all your work growing so huge. Don’t speak. Just keep your food hole filled while I talk. That gut has gotten more prominent again. It doesn’t matter what the scale says. With one look
at you, anyone could tell you are much bigger than you should be. All that late-night snacking has been catching up with you. Now you are a soft jiggle ball of fat. You won’t be for long, though. I want you to keep eating until you feel like you will pop. I am not here to help you eat a small snack; I am much too mean for that. I am here corrupt and tease you while you gorge on food. Don’t forget to keep stuffing yourself, by the way. It would help if you didn’t slow down anytime soon. If you aren’t anywhere close to being done with eating for me. Keep those fat saggy arms moving, fatass.
If you sweat, it better be from being too full to get up without being a huffing mess. Keep eating all those extra calories to keep those pounds on. I want to hear your labored breath as you lick your hands clean of sauce or crumbs. Every bit of food is going down. Don’t even try to stop yourself. It feels too good to be told to eat like an overgrown piggy. You can’t fight the pleasure, and you know I don’t care how full you get. I only care about seeing your desperate struggle to fit into your clothes at the end of this. I hope you have something stretchy since your belly won’t fit into any button-downs you may have on. If they still do, you better be ready to get more food. For now, those grunt, groan, oink if you want to. There is only me, and you are here.
Be the nasty fatty you want to be. Consume without a care in the world. Who cares how messy you get if your belly is round and tight? The faster you eat, the fatter you get. Be careful not to choke, though. Drink lots of water to get everything down, or drink lots of sugar. I want you to be scared by how much you are eating. I will ensure you get a bit more in, however much you usually eat. Don’t stop eating. You can rub your aching belly if you need to. Maybe even get some burps out, but you will keep eating. If you are out of food, get more. I don’t care if you have to make more, order extra, or start eating spoonfuls of butter; I want your belly to ache. You know you want it too.
When your belly hurts so good, you know you are getting fatter. You might even grow some stretch marks at this rate. Do you know how you can satisfy me? Finish whatever you are eating and take a nice long look at yourself. Look at how round you got for me. You are so fat, you know that, but you are a good piggy. You just kept gorging till I said so, didn’t you? It would help if you did this every day. Think about how sexy you would look with a belly too full to move. Think about being in a pile of thousands of calories, all meant to turn you into a whale. Keep eating till you think I am delighted. Here is a hint: I want you moaning uncontrollably. Keep being a fat fuck, you sexy glutton.
How about I get you fat enough this summer that during the holidays this year, no one could possibly expect you to do anything more than sit at the table and eat?