The tables have turned
You’re so beautifully soft and plump. You eat for me like a good piggy. You never turn down a meal or even a snack. What a good piggy should do. I stay fit to take care of your obese body which is slowly making you bed bound at seven hundred ninety pounds. But…lately I’ve been eating your food. I feel guilty but my self control has dwindled. My lean body is going soft and I’ve put off going to the gym. But I can help enjoy what I cook for you and try the takeout I bring home after work. I promise…I’ll work it off here soon.
But maybe not. I’ve gotten used to snacking frequently. Ordering myself things here and there. I myself have even gotten a bit turned on by having a big stuffed belly. I wonder if you have noticed? Probably not. You spend so much time munching mindlessly you probably don’t notice my growing waistline and my thickening arms. Its little changes anyways. Maybe I’ll order one more pizza then start working out again.
Okay that was…a pizza and some chinese. Its just so good! I fee like…I’m starting to get addicted to these things. Fast food, chocate snacks, donuts, fried food. I never really understood the addiction, just the results that I loved to see so much. God sugar really is addicting…I hide my own habits from you hoping you haven’t seen my love handles forming. My pants have gone up a few sizes too… I really do need to stop but god cheesy fries are to DIE for. How have I ever chosen salads over these? I’ll start jogging tomarrow I swear!
I didn’t…I put that off as well. I keep bringing you your treats but end up eating half of them. Half your fries, maybe a couple slices of pizza… I sat in the driveway and ate my own footlong sub before I gave you yours. Fuck. I am really letting myself go. I’m turning myself into a hog. I literally cannot stop. Having a huge stuffed tummy keeps me going. I broke the button off my jeans yesterday! Thats a goal of ours when we got together. Except you were pushing four hundred pounds and I was still fit. Now I’m turning into a hog. My stomach now has rolls and my butt has gotten jiggly. I’m sure you can tell now but you haven’t said a word. Maybe you want me to fatten myself up like you? Eating as much as you do every day. Glutting and glutting myself into obesity. No! I can’t! I’ll be more strict! I’ll eat healthier and get a treadmill! I can’t do this to myself. You’re the feedee, I’m the feeder. Thats how this works. Yeah.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. I’ve gained sixty pounds in four months. Its harder to get motivated to workout. I’ve gotten off track after eating well for a week straight. First it was a little candy bar, then a donut for breakfast…now I’ve finished off a medium sized pizza by myself. You of course packed away an extra large plus breadsticks. You finally started to tease me about my weight. But the thing is…I like it. Stuffing ourselves together was fun. You petted my fat tubby belly and I groped your mounds of blubber. You cuddled together afterwards like two fat pigs at a farm. I’m not as embarassed anymore but uncertain as to how I’m going to shed these pounds off. Besides…who will take care of you if I get out of shape as well?
Its been eight months now. You lovingly press a crispy warm brownie passed my lips. Its so rich, cakey, and filling. My belly is stuffed and round. Its almost painful to keep eating but your voice talks me into it. “Eat a little more sweety the pan is almost finished.†I stretch myself out in bed and breathing is difficult. You lift another square of brownie to my mouth and I hesitantly take it in. “Good…just keep going one more…†You whisper rubbing my stout tummy. The lower your hand rubs the more excited I become. “You’re getting so soft now!†I swallow hard and gasp as you lift the last piece. “Okay…last one…†I groan and my poor overstretched stomach gurgles trying to digest the sugary treat. “Open up.†You demand. Aroused by your sharp voice I take in another square yet again. “Good piggy…†You set the pan off to the side and your hand slowly trails down my underwear. “Now for your reward.â€
At exactly one year I reluctantly stepped onto the scale to face my fears. Weighing in at two hundred fifty pounds I realize I have really let myself go. You have lost a bit of weight though since I’ve started eating almost more than half of your share…maybe even more. You’re fine with it though since you were missing your mobility even though you still struggle to get up and out of bed. I love watching you push, heave, and rock your heavy body onto your feet only to watch you helplessly fall back into bed. We both laugh at your expense. I tease you by calling you demeaning names in which, I know turns you on. “Whats wrong piggy? Eat so much you can’t get up?†I watch your face redden in sexual frustration…or rising blood pressure, either one.
I have noticed your attitude changing though. Your whole personality has gotten a bit…dominating. Ever since I’ve started getting fatter that seemed to have sparked something in you. Watching my body swell up has given you ideas…
“Eat it!†You shout as you sit on top of me, your immense weight fully pinning me to the bed. “Mf!!†I struggle to gulp down the last bit of donut as another enters my mouth. “Good…have another!†You grind on me while I concentrate on devouring another sweet sugary treat. “Yes…eat for me. You need to be fattened up!†Your jiggling body has me flustered and hot while I gorge. “Good piglet! More!†My taut belly wobbles as you continue grinding yourself on my smaller yet plump body. Chewing and swallowing I endure the feeding you are pushing me to do. “What a hog! You’re gonna be as big as me!†I wince in pain as my stomach expands even more. Your hands rub and press on it massaging gently. “One more tubbo!†You chime squeezing my cheeks to open. I tiredly chew and gulp down the last bit of dessert letting out a big sigh after you praise me.
Things are starting to change between us. You are now becoming more bossy and dominant while I find myself submitting to your demands. It really has taken a toll on my body. I’ve gotten slow and sluggish from all the carbs and sugar. My body is heavy and very out of shape. I seem to take up more space and have even broken a wooden chair. It was already broken, I tell myself. You tease me though. “Poor piggy…won’t be able to fit through doors soon!†You’re always prodding and poking my flesh and wobbling my hanging gut. You have even gone as far as to tying me down and force feeding me until I beg you to stop. We both can now eat an extra large pizza in an hour with breadsticks. You’ve shrunk to six hundred fifty pounds while my weight has sky rocketed to four hundred seventy. Its harder to move or even stay motivated enough to get out of bed. You’ve been more active towards forcing me to guzzle down gallons of sugary pop and eat carb loaded foods. I’ve slowed down so much these passed two years. My gluttony and sex drive have taken over. Feeding, fucking, sleeping.
My breathing is labored now as I reach six hundred pounds. You have forced me to walk on a treadmill for twenty minutes while you record me and taunt me. “Work them pounds off fatty! Or…you can try. I’ll just feed you twice as much when you’re done! You’ll be too tired and hungry to resist anyway. Move!†I’m sweating profusely and my thighs are rubbing together. My ass is jiggling and my belly is audibly slapping my lap. My feet hurt so much I moan for the torture to stop. “Keep going pig I need you fit!†I whine and grunt while slowing down. My heart is pounding. I stop the machine and beg some more. “Please…I’m too out of shape!†I gasp for air and hold onto the treadmill dripping with sweat. “Okay hog, since you couldn’t complete a whole thirty minutes you need to eat twice as much as usual!†You guide me to the bed and shove me over. I fall like a boulder and lay there panting. You’ve grown so cruel towards me but I love it so much. You have pushed me further into obesity while you yourself struggle to get around. Pretty soon we’ll both be screwed and need a full fime feeder as we eat ourselves bed bound.
So if I could find a feeder willing to care for two hefty hogs, think you would be up for the task?
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