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Watch my boyfriend funnel me a shake 🍨💖

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Tied up and fed donuts 🍩 🥵 full video here

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Ahhh the line these pants make on my gut is so sexy

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The Bigger the Pen

“Welcome everyone to our new event, an eating contest bigger than we have ever done before!“ 

Ever since you heard the story of the person who ate themselves to extreme obesity at this restaurant you had to come here yourself and try one of their challenges.  This one was between 3 people to see who could grow the biggest.  Since that night it’s been kind of a tourist attraction for feedists and gainers alike.  Tonight you’re going to eat until you’re bigger than either of your competitors.

You sit at the large table in-between the two other competitors.  You all are waiting for it to be time to begin.  To your left a woman wearing a crop top and shorts.  To your right a man in a button up shirt and jeans.  You hear the sound of a mic turn on, it must be time.

"Thank you ladies and gentlemen for coming to ‘The Pig’s Pen’ tonight!  Welcome to our competitors tonight!  The rules are simple, just eat until you can’t stop!  After finishing your plate more food will be taken out for you. Whoever puts on the most weight wins!  We will keep the food to quick and easy to eat items so you can keep plowing through with ease!" 

Several servers come out bringing 3 plates of boneless wings to us easily with 50 wings on each.

"Now before we start please drink the drink by each out you.  It will help you go 100%!  On the buzzer we you may start!”

You take the drink.  Hear the buzz.  Time to start.

You start grabbing wings.  One at a time you make your way through the plate.  As you finish the plate you’re surprised how fast you ate them and how you don’t feel full at all.  You take a quick look at your opposition and both of them are well into their second plates.  Wow they’re fast.  It’s not a speed contest but you can’t believe how fast both of them are.  You keep eating away through the wings starting to feel your stomach grow.  As you eat your last few you hear a huge burp to your left and look at the woman who finished her wings.  Her stomach starting to press against her shorts and a little bit of sauce on her cheek.  You continued on finishing your wings.  After the last wing you check to your right and see the man has already started his next set of plates.  Loaded fires, covered in cheese, bacon, and sour cream.  He has put on a little too, stomach straining his shirts button.  Waiters bring you your fries and you turn back to start them.  You start grabbing them several at a time.  They taste amazing.  As you shovel away each bit of the pile of fries you feel yourself growing bigger.  The shirt you’re wearing now starting to ride up, pants straining even more.  You hear a pop to your right and see a button missing from the man’s shirt.  Soon after a few more mouthful the rest of his buttons fly off his clothes like a chain reaction.  He lets out a burp, probably from the sudden shift of his stomach being free from his clothes.  You look back at your fries and dive back in.  You want to win this contest, but more importantly you want to grow.  You want to become a big mound of fat that just eats and eats, ever expanding.  After seeing that you are determined that you will end up bigger than both of them.

You finish up the fries and look to see how you other two are faring.  The woman’s stomach is really testing the button on those shorts and the crop top now is now starting to tear.  You are about to look away when her shorts explode open, stomach now flopping onto her thighs.  You look to the man, his stomach bulging out even more looking huge.  That’s when you realize, regardless of who’s on top in the end, you’re just happy to be with two other people like yourself who love to eat and grow fat.  All three of you are now done with the fries.  The next course is yet to come out.  Then you see 3 tall cakes start to approach the table.  There has to be at least 7 layers to this cake.  You look at the cake thinking of how to start eating it.  Without thinking you get up, grab 2 handfuls off the top, and jam them into your mouth.  The other two look at you and follow suit.  You just keep going, getting cake and icing all over your hands and mouth.  More so than before you feel yourself blowing up.  Arms getting chubbier, legs getting extra thick, stomach ballooning out.  The woman to your left grows rapidly as well.  Her crop top soon explodes off of her.  Her hips widening and her butt desperately wanting to escape the shorts.  The man on the right also going through the same.  His shirt starting to tear apart, arms ripping trough the fabric of his sleeves letting his flabby arms become free.  His stomach growing until it reaches the table looking like a huge beer belly.  You keep going, layer by layer.  You want to get to the bottom of the cake before the others.  You finally get to the last layer.  You grab the whole thing taking big bites one at a time.  After finishing it you collapse back in your chair and hear a big creek come from it.  A big belch leaves your mouth as you rub your huge stomach.  This all feels amazing.  You see that the others have finished too. Then you look up as you see something descending towards to you.

“Wow!  You all have eaten so much so far!  Now for a speed round so to speak.  To wash everything all down we have the finest milkshake in the restaurant!  Just keep drinking from the funnel until you can’t contain any more! This is the final stretch!”

Finally you’re starting to feel a bit full, but you can’t stop until you’re the biggest one here.  You grab the funnel and are ready.  You hear another buzz and the shake begins to flow through the tube.  You start drinking the shake and immediately feel it hit you.  Your body growing slowly but constantly.  Shirt rips off of your expanding body  You feel your thighs starting to strain your pants.  Not long after they begin to tear apart, freeing your legs.  The other contestants’ clothes soon follow suit.  Before you sat down you put on their underwear that they make.  You heard how they stretch to fit you and now see it first hand.  Growing bigger and bigger your stomach getting closer to the table.  Just then the man on your right pulls out the tube and lets out a long belch.  He’s done.  Now it’s you and the woman.  You’re starting to feel at your limit.  Stomach close to the floor, you don’t know how much you can drink.  At that moment you now hear a burp from your left.  She’s now done too but she still looks bigger than you.  You can’t stop until you’re the fattest here.  You keep going.  You won’t stop.  Your stomach will hit the floor.  You keep drinking the shake. Gulp by gulp you need to keep going. Suddenly you feel it.  Your stomach hits the floor.  You let the tube out of your mouth, letting out a big burp is celebration.  You feel a little shaking from below before you chair gives out.  Crashing into the floor a Shockwave goes through the stage.  You can’t believe how massive you got, the others too.  Your bodies transformed into big balls of lard.

The buzzer goes off again.  “That’s it!  We have a winner!  Congratulations!"  You’re overjoyed, but because of your massive girth you don’t know how to get up.  All you can do is lie on the floor letting out burps to relieve some of the pressure.

"Omg you did *baaarp* amazing!” the woman said.

“Yeah, *urp* both of you got so much bigger than me,” the man said.

This was an eating competition like no other you’ve seen.  After all this one thing is sure, you think you found your new best feeder friends.

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The Pig's Pen: Pig Fest

It's been some time since the last big food challenge at 'The Pig's Pen' restaurant.  Some say it was because they were glorifying obesity, others say that the cost of running such competitions was starting to take a toll on their profits.  If only they knew what was being planned.

"Hello all you big eaters out there.  Us at 'The Pig's Pen' would like to thank all our contestants and consumers that have enjoyed our food and watching those more adventurous display their prowess in glutinous feasting.  We are now seeking all those interested in our biggest(in more ways than one), multi-round competition yet!  Please only apply if you are prepared to set new limits on what the human body can feast on.  Cannot wait for you all to see what we have instore!"

The ad still playing in your head after watching it.  For a change you're actually happy for an YouTube ad to stall the video you were excited to watch.  You arrive at the restaurant not knowing what to expect.  With the word of mouth from the last event, who knows what will happen this time.  You open the door and the sound of a huge crowd smacks your ears.  This place is packed!  The amount of people that came out to see this competition is surprising.  The walls decorated with past competitors, unbelievably fat people captured in all of them.  Gazing on the pictures you hear a voice call out to you.  "Hello, welcome to 'The Pig's Pen', is it just you tonight?", the waitress asks.  Yes you tell her.  "Ok, right this way.  Are you here to watch the show?"  Yes you say again.  "We'll try to find you a good seat then." She says.  Walking through past the tables a perfect one close to the stage is found.  The waitress seats you at the table and says she will return soon.  You don't know what to order, all you can think about is what will happen at this competition.

Suddenly the lights went out.  The stage lights up and you here a voice from the speakers.

"Welcome everyone to 'The Pig's Pen' next great eating competition, The Pig Fest!  Today we will have 3 rounds of eating challenges featuring multiple contestants, all of which have been given our special shakes to enhance their appetites and help their bodies handle all the incoming calories.  First up, a good old fashioned eating contest.  Of course in extreme excess!  Contestants will be given an endless supply of chicken wings.  They must keep eating the plates given until they can't fit anymore in their stomachs.  Now let's introduce the contestants!"

"Please welcome Jess, Chris, and Amber to the stage!"  The 3 walk out to the stage. They all take a seat at the table on stage, 3 large plates of wings wait for the start of this round.  "Ok contestants, begin!"  All 3 begin shoving wings into their faces.  Cleaning the meat off the bones swift like it was nothing.  Its like they are possessed by a monster that hasn't eaten in days.  Sause getting all over their hands, lips, and dripping onto their shirts.  You notice that their bodies begin to grow.  Shirts filling out, buttons begin to strain, fat spilling over their pants like dough.  Amber begins to slow down for a moment, the button on her jeans pops off and a loud belch comes out of her mouth before picking back up the pace eating.  All the contestants have made their way through 3 plates of wings now.  Each one of them have easily put on at least a hundred pounds now.  Halfway through her 4th plate, Amber puts down the wing in her hand and taps out.  "First out is Amber everyone!  She gave it her best try but no more is fitting into that stomach!", the announcer shouts.  Now its a battle between Jess and Chris.  Both of them still going fierce.  Their bellies contiue to grow even larger, shirts riding up higher, neither wanting to give up eating.  Suddenly Chris stops eating and leans back in his chair.  He lets out one big burp and taps out.  "And there it is!  The wing eating challenge is over!  While all contestants gave it their all, the one with the bottomless stomach is Jess!"  Extatic over her victory, Jess shoots up from her chair, her now massive stomach jiggles standing up.  The crowd applauding the victor.  A waitress brings over a mic to Jess, "Anything you want to say?", the announcer asks.  "I've never thought I could eat that muUUURRRPPch before.  Chris and Amber did great as well, but I guess I had the bigger appetite." "Well said from our winner Jess!  Give all three of our competitors a round of applause!  We are going to take a short break to set up the next round so sit tight everyone!  This one next will have you thirsting for more!

Round 2 is about to begin.  Two more contestants start to walk on stage.  Both of them are in tight button up shirts.  Then the announcer's mic turns on.  "Ok everyone, here we go with the next part of this event!  This time buttons will be flying and things may get loud.  Our contestant are going to be given a 2 liter of soda by funnel.  The goal is to let out the biggest burp possible.  We will do this 3 times and see who can let it rip!  They will be getting very bloaded with the goal to burp as long and as loud as possible.  Now let me introduce Brad and Nicole!  Are you both ready?"  They both shout yes and put the funnel in their mouths.  "Ok, let's get chugging!"  The assistants open up the first set of bottles and begin to pour.  Both contestants are going at a steady pace.  Their stomachs begin to visibility inflate.  Strain can already be seen on the buttons.  Last few drops of go down the funnels, time to let the burps out.  Brad takes the tube out and immediately let's out a big 3 second burp.  Nichole pauses for a moment and let's out quick burp followed by a few small ones.  So far Brad holds loudest burp.  They both put the tubes back it for bottle 2.  The assistants start pouring.  Both constants continue to expand.  Brad's shirt has a button pop right off, Nichols' is hanging in there but its so tight you can see some skin peaking through.  Last bits of the second bottles are drunk, now time for burps.  As another button pops off of Brad's shirt and he let's out a large 5 second burp.  Nichole let's out a big one too but only 2 seconds long.  She is still lagging behind in this competition.  Now, the last bottle.  They are poured in and both contestants aren't slowing down at all.  Brad now has popped all the buttons off his shirt, his large bloated gut on full display.  Nicole surprisingly still hasn't popped any buttons but they are hanging onto dear life.  The last drops of the bottles are done, now final burps.  Brad sits there for a moment, rubbing his stomach before letting out a monstrous 7 second long belch.  The crowd starts cheering.  Nichole though is bent over a little.  Something looks wrong.  When her assistant goes to look at her she sits up, stomach erupts from her shirt sending all the buttons flying.  She lets out a huge, giant, 10 second long belch.  Everyone is silent before cheering and applauding the gassy display.  The face she has on her she didn't expect that either.  "OK everyone!  While both of our contestants clearly can boast big belches, this round goes to Nichole!  Please give them both a round of applause!", the announcer says.  Brad and Nichole both get up and shake each other's hand.  Then for fun they touch their bloated guts together realizing how large they actually are now.  "Now we have to prepare the next and final round.  Sit tight and don't loose your seat!  We'll be back soon."

Some time passed, more that the last intermission.  This one must be a big one.  There's only 2 chairs on stage though, that's it.  What could it be?  Then, the mic turns on.  "Hello and welcome to the final round of this night of gluttonous gaining games!  This is going to be a big one.  Let's welcome our final contestants, Josh and Lisa!"  They both walk out on stage in nothing but underwear.  "For this round, we are going to achieve next levels of gluttony!  Our contestants are fitted in our patented expanding fit underwear, no clothing malfunctions happening here.  They also have had a special version of our shakes that will ensure this round possible.  Now, lower the tubs!"  As the announcer finishes, 2 large tubs decend from above the stage.  This, is a calorie dense shake like nothing before.  Our contestants will consume this until the chairs we have for them shattered underneath their massive weight.  Sounds exciting right?  Whenever you both are ready please sit down and prepare to expand beyond your limits!"  Both take a seat and put the tube in their mouths.  "Ok, let's get started!"  The liquid starts to flow through both funnels.  It doesn't take long for the effects to be apparent.  Both Josh and Lisa begin growing.  Stomachs extending, thighs thickening, asses ballooning.  The rate that the weight is packing on them is surprising, that shake must be something else.  After a little while their stomachs now sit comfortably between their legs.  Lisa's breasts comfortably resting on her gut and Josh with a pair of moobs to match.  Both of them not letting up are easily 500lbs each now.  The chairs are still holding up but some notable creaking can be heard now.   Seeing 2 bodies growing at this speed is exciting in more ways then one.  Both contestants now have stomachs nearly touching the floor.  Suddenly the cracking of wood gets more frequent, a bit louder too.  Then a loud CRACK is heard followed by 2 loud BANGS.  Both Josh and Lisa slam to the floor, massive stomachs on full display.  "What a turn of events folks!", the announcer hops on mic.  "It looks like both contestants have shattered their chairs at the same time, we have a tie!"  Both of them try to sit up but with how large they have become all they can do is roll around on their backs.  "Give it up for all of our contestants tonight!  Everyone pushed their limits and showed impressive displays of gluttony.  With that we conclude our competitions for the night.  We hope you enjoyed the show!  Please enjoy the rest of your night!" 

Hearing that it's all over you wish there was more.  Every competitor pushing there limits makes you want to see more, even take part in it instead of watching.  This feeling overcomes you and you shout out, ENCORE!"  The crowd goes silent for a moment before erupting in a cheer.  They begin shouting to a rhythm for more as well.  The announcer's mic turns back on.

"Oh, you all want more?  Let's see what I can do."

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On a scale of 1-10, how squeezable have I been looking lately

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even this screenshot from my walking vid has me literally foaming at the mouth

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happy halloween!! check out my pumpkins 🎃

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just massage this belly

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just massage this belly

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looking particularly chunky on this cold rainy monday

send candy and lots of it 😫

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i’m feelin like an entire blimp 🥴

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the difference in my belly from december of 22 versus december of 24…. i blew up. i absolutely ruined my old, thin body. i’m up 80lbs since the first picture… should i make it 100? what about 200 👀?

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Same pants two years apart 😮‍💨

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Kidnapped and fattened

CW: force feeding, drug use, forced weight gain, mind manipulation

Day 1

I wake up, my head pounding. I don't remember much from last night, except the first couple of drinks and that cute guy who was definitely hitting on me. I squint, trying to adjust my eyes to the unfamiliar room I find myself in. I'm laying on a large bed. The room is definitely a basement, there is only one tiny window by the ceiling, and it has bars in it. I'm quite thin, but even I wouldn't be able to squeeze through it.

I try to lift my arm, but I feel a tug on my wrist. I turn painfully, only to see my hand cuffed to the bedframe.

I start to panic.

I hear a creak. The door opens, and no other than the cute boy from the previous night walks in. He's carrying a tray full of food.

"Oh good, you're awake," he says. "Now, don't panic."

"What do you want from me??" I spit out. "I don't have any money!"

I'm so scared. Is he going to hurt me?

"Calm down," he says, and his voice is very level and mellow. "Whatever nightmare scenario you're imagining, I'm not going to do it to you. I did find you rather hot at the party. But you could be much, much hotter."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Now now, no talking back, please. If you follow my rules, your life in here will soon become very easy and enjoyable. No responsibilities, no worries." He sets the tray on the bedside. I catch a whiff of delicious scent: burgers, fries, donuts. "Rule number one: you eat all the food I give you. You can take however long you want with it, but you have to finish. If you refuse, I will shove it down your throat anyway."

My mouth hangs open. What kind of sick game is this?

"Rule number two," he continues. "If you need to go to the bathroom, you ring the bell." He points to the bedside table. "I will escort you there and wait until you're done. Otherwise, you are not allowed to move from your bed, hence the handcuffs. Sorry about that. I am hoping they will stop being necessary soon, but for now I'm keeping them."

"And finally, you're allowed to watch TV in case you get bored. There are no real channels on here, just a couple of shows of my choosing. And a bunch of commercials." He pauses for a bit. "Any questions?"

I exhale, still in shock. "Is that the plan?" I ask, not liking how shriek-y my voice sounds. "Keep me here and feed me? How long? Why?"

"Why?" He smirks. "Oh, for my sick pleasure, of course. And as to how long - well, until you're presentable. I will decide when that happens. Now, get on with eating."

Day Two

"I... I can't..."

I groan, clutching at my distented stomach. My captor's "meal plan" is truly insane: 9 am, heavy breakfast, with pancakes oozing with syrup and several strips of bacon on top; 10 am, second breakfast, a bunch of donuts; 12 pm, lunch, burgers; 2 pm, snacks; 4 pm, dinner, an xl pizza; 6 pm, supper, a lasagna; 8pm, snacks; 10 pm, more snacks; 12am, a cup of heavy cream. As for other drinks, I am allowed full fat Coke or Sprite. There is no water.

It's 8 pm now. I feel like I'm going to throw up. He pushes Oreos into my mouth and then covers both my mouth and my nose, so that I'm forced to swallow. I can't speak, I'm scared of opening my mouth so that more food might be shoved inside. He sees that my capacity is at its limit, that I can't take anymore. He shows me a small pill bottle.

"You will start taking these."

I look at the bottle. It's mood stabilizers. "What the fuck?"

"For one, it will stop you from talking nasty like that. But most importantly, it will enhance your appetite."

I try to wriggle away as he uncorks the bottle and presses a pill to my mouth - but I am still tied to the bed.

I swallow, like I swallowed everything else.

"Good. Now, the real work can begin."

Day Four

I blink drowsily. There is still anger and resistence inside me, but buried deeper, under a layer of forced calm. My feedings are no longer unbearable, but they still leave me painfully full. Even if I could, I wouldn't really want to get out of bed. Even going to a bathroom with a distented belly is really a pain in the ass.

I lay on my back, watching TV. All the shows he put there are about food. Cooking and tasting, discovering new dishes. He says he can get me some of them if I develop a craving. With my appetite growing larger by the day, it feels more and more likely.

Week Two

I look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My jaw is losing definition. My cheeks look puffy. I put a hand on my belly. It's early morning and I haven't eaten yet, so it's not tight as a drum for once. Instead, it feels gelatinous, curving slightly under my hand.

My reflection looks back at me with a dull gaze. I am slowly forgetting how to be angry.

Month Two

My body is soft all over, and I feel a strange sense of calm. I now wake up hungry every day.

Month Four

I learn to recognize my face anew. It feels like it belongs to a different person. No cheekbones left, instead, chipmunk cheeks that force my mounth into a pout. My eyes are squinting, dull. A double chin frames my face like a small crescent moon. I look older. I look fat.

I try smiling at my reflection. Pushing my cheeks apart starts to be a lot of work.

"Fatty," I whisper to my reflection. That's what he calls me. "Tubby. Lardass. Pig."

My breath quickens. The names slowly start ringing true. My fat face reddens as I huff and puff.

Lardass is ready for some food.

Month Six

I wake up, my belly growling. It's 8:45 am. I'm impatient for my breakfast. Slowly, I heave myself up to a sitting position. It's becoming harder by the day. My belly quivers and jiggles like a water bed. My back and side rolls spill all around me, forcing my hands at an angle. He said I don't need handcuffs anymore. It's not like I'm very eager to get out of bed, anyway.

I huff, adjusting my covers. My fingers are getting clumsy, hands dimpled and digits swallowed by fat. My thighs splay on the bed, forced apart but still touching. My belly, which can no longer rest between them, spills over and around. I absent-mindedly scratch the fold of my double chin, my upper arm roll jiggling as I do.

He enters the room, but this time, he doesn't carry a tray of food. Instead, he lays out enormous pieces of clothing on the bed. I have long forsaken my old clothes, instead sitting around naked.

"Put these on, fatso," he instructs. "You're free to go."

"W-what?" I stammer. My stomach gurgles harder.

"You heard me. You're free. Isn't that what you wanted?"

Is it? I feel panic rising in my chest. How will I even be able to waddle to the door? I can barely use the bathroom these days, and he has to assist me. I am trying to imagine navigating my fat ass through my old world. Taking a buss. Fitting in chairs. Seeing my old friends and family try to adjust to my new size...

"No!" The cry is out of my throat before I know it. "Please, no! I just want to eat!"

He smiles devilishly wide. "Don't you want freedom?"

"No, I..." I stammer. My cheeks wobble. Even my voice sounds muffled now - sounds fat.

I shiver and blush as I say the next words. "I only want food."

"Is that so?"

"Y-yes." I pause. "P-please?"

You pat my fat cheek. "Well, if you say so... Breakfast's in ten, fatty."

The relief that washes over me is the best feeling in the world.

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burping piggy just weighed in at 230 lbs 🐽

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did I really gain another 1.5 kg (3lbs)?? recently I was happy that I was 100 kg (220 lbs) and now I weigh 105 (230lbs). god, it's happening so fast, what will people think?