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Lab Pig

“So, do you have anything lined up after you graduate?” the older man asked, taking a sip of coffee.

If there was any question Evan hated the most, it was that one. After all, it was barely his fault that the company he’d gotten a job at a few weeks prior had sent him an email this week announcing their sudden bankruptcy.

“Oh, nothing yet, Dr. Harris,” Evan said, averting his gaze to the floor.

To most of the students on campus, Dr. Harris was just some nutrition professor who’s class was nothing more than an easy A. But to Evan, his old professor was just his type. Quite young for a professor, Dr. Harris’ age was only just beginning to catch up to him, meaning a few flecks of gray decorated his head of short black hair. It merged perfectly into his stubbly beard, emphasizing the man’s strong jawline. He was wearing his usual business casual outfit, his light blue button up shirt tucked neatly into his gray pants, which highlighted his slim waist. Coupled with his charming yet slightly nerdy and awkward demeanor, it was a wonder Evan was able to concentrate in class, let alone concentrate on the conversation at hand.

“Oh, well I’m sorry to hear that,” Dr. Harris said, glancing sympathetically at Evan. “You know, I’m still looking for a summer lab subject, if you’re interested in that.”

Evan’s ears perked at that. More time with his hot professor? Say less. “Really? You’d really take me on?” he said, excitement creeping into his voice.

“Oh yeah! I’d love to take you onto the project if that’s something you’d be interested in, Evan.” Dr. Harris said, sitting up straight in his chair and smiling. “All you’d be doing is helping me gather some data for an experimental trial I’m doing. Plus,” he continued, “it’d be a decent source of income while you find a new job,” he chuckled.

“That sounds great! When can I start?” Evan asked excitedly, heart practically jumping out of his chest.

“Wonderful!” Dr. Harris smiled as he passed a few papers to Evan across his desk. “If you’d like, I’m free Monday.”

-

And so that following Monday, Evan found himself at Dr. Harris’ laboratory much earlier than he’d normally ever dreamed of. He meandered through the maze of hallways before finally finding the right door. Opening the door, he saw his professor sitting at a lab chair, dressed in much more casual attire. The tank top he was wearing was just the right size, his arms immediately catching Evan’s attention. Evan’s heart beat a little faster at the sight of him.

“So Evan! Welcome to the new office!” Dr. Harris chuckled, extending a hand to shake with Evan. “I know you’re probably used to the labs by now, but let me show you some of the new machines I’ve been using.” he said, grabbing the lab coat hanging from the wall.

“So what exactly am I going to be doing here, sir?” Evan asked after Dr. Harris gave him a tour of his specialized lab.

“Well essentially, I believe that I’ve isolated a new man-made enzyme that creates a reverse reaction mechanism in the stomach,” he said, pointing to the whiteboard with many complex formulas and chemical equations scribbled across it, “which, in turn, allows the stomach to absorb more nutrients from food!” he said. He started to excitedly ramble on about his new discovery, and Evan’s head started to spin.

“Can you break that down into normal words for me,” Evan asked, barely able to catch the waterfall of words that excitedly left Dr. Harris’ mouth.

“Oh, right, of course.” Dr. Harris said, slightly embarrassed. “So pretty much, I’ve created a man-made enzyme in this vial that reacts in the stomach to multiply the nutritional value of everything you eat,” he explained. “All I need now is to inject a subject with this enzyme to test its effects. Which is where you come in.”

“I see,” Evan said, eyeing up the vial of clear liquid in Dr. Harris’ hand. “And are you sure this won’t accidentally kill me?”

“Of course not, Evan!” Dr. Harris laughed. “Believe me, with the amount of testing I had to do before I was allowed to test this on humans, I can essentially guarantee you’ll be fine. The worst that could happen to you is a bit of weight gain. But I guess at your age that’s not much to worry about,” he continued, scratching his greying beard.

“Well then, sounds good to me,” Evan said, and in no time at all Dr. Harris had already injected him with the vial of his enzyme.

“Alrighty then, Evan.” Dr. Harris said, standing Evan up. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to get a starting weight measurement of you before you leave.” he said, bringing the industrial scale over to where Evan was standing.

Evan agreed and slid off his shoes and stepped onto the scale. The bright red lights spun around for a second before finally coming to a conclusion. “148 pounds…” Dr. Harris mumbled to himself as he scribbled down the number into his notepad. “Well Evan, thank you for advancing my research!” he said, and he pat Evan on the back, who’s heart immediately began to rush. After all the lights were turned off, the two men left, agreeing to meet back again for a check-in in a month.

Evan went about the next month the way any unemployed college graduate like him would: by staying at home all day and playing video games. Sure, he’d also been applying for jobs, but the generous paycheck Evan received from Dr. Harris in the mail a few days later meant that he wasn’t in too big of a rush to start working. As a result, he spent most of his day inside, ordering food and barely ever leaving the house in order to play video games. Usually, this wouldn’t do much to Evan, but the experimental enzymes in his stomach were already busy converting even the smallest snack into hundreds of calories. As a result, he noticed his shirts had begun to fit him a little differently after a few days. He’d also started to get hungry more often, finding himself constantly snacking on whatever he could find. After only three weeks with Dr. Harris’ experimental enzyme in his system, his body had already grown considerably softer. His belly was nearly perfectly spherical, sticking out from his growing frame. His ass was getting bigger too, pushing against the back of all of his pants. He was even beginning to have a hard time buttoning them, having to take multiple tries to get the button over his soft middle. His whole body started growing softer without him even trying, his twink body growing softer every day. Evan didn’t know why, but a sense of denial coupled with Dr. Harris’ assurance that nothing would go wrong meant that he never made an attempt to slow down the weight gain. He just kept eating, and his body kept growing softer.

“Welcome back, Evan!” Dr. Harris greeted Evan as he walked in, dressed in a short sleeve shirt and shorts in a desperate attempt to beat the summer heat.

“Hi, Dr. Harris,” Evan said, walking in and grabbing the seat by him. Fuck, he looks so hot, Evan thought to himself.

“You don’t have to keep calling me that, Evan. I’m your coworker, not your professor anymore. You can call me Brian now,” he said, dropping his professional tone and smiling at Evan.

“Oh! Well thanks… Brian,” Evan said. It felt weird to call him by his first name. “And everything was great! I didn’t die!” he said, laughing at his unfounded fear from last time.

“Well that’s always good to hear,” Brian said, grabbing his clipboard from the table. “If you don’t mind, I have a few follow up questions for you. Have you noticed a change in your eating habits? And are you eating more or less than you were before?”

“I guess everything has been more or less the same…” Evan said, still in denial at how much his habits had changed. “Maybe an extra snack or two but that’s about it, Brian.”

“I see!” Dr. Harris said, writing on his clipboard. He shot a quick glance at Evan’s body. “And have you gained any weight? Or anything else?”

“Maybe a little…” Evan said as he lifted his shirt up a bit to show Dr. Harris. Dr. Harris immediately made a face of surprise as he looked at Evan.

“Oh wow, you were such skin and bones when you were here last time,” Brian said, face turning slightly red as he looked at Evan’s midsection. “Um, would you mind if I got another weight measurement from you?” Brian said, a slight waver in his professional tone.

And once again, Evan stood onto the scale and waited for the spinning red lights to finish calculating his weight. After a few seconds, the scale finally stopped, reading 229 pounds.

“Woah, 229 pounds!” Dr. Harris said, eyes still fixated onto Evan’s belly as he recorded his new weight. “Guess you weren’t joking about those meals, huh big guy?”

Evan could barely believe what he just heard. 229 pounds? I’ve really gained 80 pounds? He looked down at his new belly and was surprised at just how much space he took. The shirt he was wearing today was even stretched out a little trying to accommodate for his new weight. Fuck, I’m fat! he thought to himself as he thought of just how blind he was to miss his growth.

“Oh, wipe that look off your face, champ!” Dr. Harris said cheerfully, poking his pen into the side of his new belly. “Don’t worry, it doesn’t appear to be affecting your health, and many people like bigger men! I know I do,” he said, before realizing what he said, his face getting a bit pale.

“What, Brian?” Evan said, almost convinced he didn’t hear what he just said.

“Oh, nothing. Just thinking to myself.” Dr. Harris said, feigning ignorance while messing with his clipboard and lab coat. “Alright Evan, time to close this lab down.”

And as the two men finished cleaning up the laboratory and turned off all the lights, a plan began to brew inside Evan’s brain. If he was going to get closer to Dr. Harris, he was going to have to appeal to his taste. And if that meant gaining some more weight, then he was going to gain as much weight as possible before their next check-in next month.

-

And so Evan got to work. If he was going to win over Dr. Harris, he’d have to make massive changes. He began eating more than he’d ever eaten before in his life. He began doubling the sizes of his meals, with enough food to feed multiple people making its way inside his greedy gut. He was ordering fast food multiple times a day, gorging himself on fried, greasy food pretty much every meal. He was also spending his entire day lazing around his apartment, barely ever getting up from his video games in an attempt to conserve calories. He’d even began to make his own gainer shakes, drinking one every night before he went to bed. It was like everything he did was a carefully calculated move to purposefully make him fatter.

Evan’s gains were also considerably helped by the enzyme Dr. Harris created that was flowing through his growing body. As if the sheer amount of food he was eating already wasn’t enough, his stomach was also busy multiplying all of calories Evan was eating. All those extra calories that was being produced by his body only had one place to go: his expanding waistline. After a particularly big meal, Evan could swear he could feel himself growing fatter as he sat on the couch, his body working overtime converting his meal entirely into fat.

The results of his new lifestyle were completely inevitable. Evan had grown into an absolute fatass in the month since his last visit with Dr. Harris. The seemingly modest pot belly that he’d had only a month ago had now blown up into a massive ball belly, by far the biggest and widest part of his body. Not far behind was his ass and his thighs, which rubbed together with every step he took and could only be contained by Evan’s stretchiest sweatpants. His moobs were two mounds of pure fat on his chest that perched gently on his swollen gut. His entire body had blown up like a balloon, and he almost felt excited at what he was doing to himself. The fatter he got, the more he grew to enjoy rubbing his belly, jiggling his moobs, and stuffing himself silly. It was like every day was a competition to see how much weight he could gain. Evan looked at the massive version of himself in the mirror and smiled to himself as he jiggled his belly. He couldn’t wait to see what Dr. Harris’ reaction was going to be tomorrow.

-

“Good morning Ev-woah” Dr. Harris said, his voice quivering as he opened the door and laid eyes on the fattened version of Evan sitting right in front of him.

Evan made sure to put on as much of a show as possible for his former professor. He showed up in the smallest and tightest clothes he could find in his closet, meaning that he was squeezing himself into clothes that were practically bursting at the seams trying to contain him. The shirt he was wearing was covered in sauce stains, and couldn’t even reach his belly button as it dug into his soft sides. The sweatpants he was wearing stopped fitting him over 50 pounds ago, but by some miracle Evan managed to squeeze his fat thighs and hefty ass into them without ripping them. He looked like a prize fatass sitting there, legs spread apart and his belly surging into the empty space, and he knew Dr. Harris could see it.

“Hey Brian!” Evan said cheerfully, one hand lazily resting on the top of his gut. “Another month without me dying!”

“I can see!” Dr. Harris said, desperately trying to conceal how attracted he was to Evan’s new size. “How was the past month?”

“Okay, well… I’m going to repeat the questions I asked you last time, if you don’t mind.” Dr. Harris said, grabbing his clipboard. Evan was glad to see his plan working. Dr. Harris looked like he only had one thing on his mind.

“So… have you noticed a change in your eating habits? Are you eating more or less than you were before? And have you noticed any ”

“Oh man, I’ve just been so hungry this last month!” Evan said, making sure to exaggerate the key words. “It feels like no matter how much food I eat, I’m never full enough.”

“Mmhmm,” Dr. Harris nodded, face flushing bright red as he scribbled on his clipboard.

“I’m pretty much at the point where I’m eating the whole day. But I guess you could probably tell that.” Evan continued, feigning embarrassment as he pat his belly in front of Dr. Harris.

“It looks great,” Dr. Harris said, before suddenly catching himself. “I mean… let’s get you on the scale,” he said, failing to hide his growing obsession with Evan’s gut.

Evan heaved his body up from the chair to stand on the scale. Looking down, he could only see the top half of the screen, his belly obscuring the rest from view. “I… can’t read it,” Evan said, now his turn to blush. “What does it say, Brian?”

“The scale says you are 354 pounds, Evan.” Dr. Harris said, writing the number down. “Rather impressive, I must say!” he continued, poking a finger into Evan’s belly.

Evan smiled internally at the news. 354 pounds! His hard work had definitely paid off, and he was bigger than he had ever dreamed of. He’d just gained 125 pounds in the time since his last visit! He looked down at his belly in his tight clothes, a far cry from the skinny little college graduate he was only a few months ago. He took his seat again, adjusting his clothes so that a bit of belly hung out from the bottom.

“If… if you don’t mind, Evan” Dr Harris said shakily, “This much weight gain in such a short time is… quite interesting.” His face was growing redder by the second. “I’d like to examine your body to make sure everything is all good,” he said, his arousal growing almost overwhelming.

“Oh, sure Brian,” Evan said smugly as he struggled to get his tight shirt off. Yes! It’s working! Without a word, Dr. Harris gingerly placed a hand on the roundest part of Evan’s gut. He relaxed as he felt him make small gentle circles on his exposed belly. As Dr. Harris’ hands explored more of his belly, Evan grew more aroused by his former professor. Evan’s hardness began to press against the already tight fabric of his sweatpants. Evan closed his eyes and smiled as he felt the warm, calloused hands travel slowly across his soft belly.

It didn’t take long until Dr. Harris began to lean into Evan, his hands growing more curious as his entire body grew warm with anticipation. Evan, too was beginning to lean into his belly rub, leaning forward and feeling his fat body ripple. Evan’s face was only inches away from Dr. Harris’, until without saying a word, they both leaned in to make out.

Evan was almost surprised at how good of a kisser his nerdy professor was, his soft lips pressed against Evan’s. Dr. Harris’ hands got more rough as Evan used his own hands to fumble around with the buttons on Dr. Harris’ shirt, sliding it off his lithe body in no time. A sigh of pleasure escaped Evan’s lips as Dr. Harris hungrily began grabbing handfuls of his belly. Muscular torso exposed, Evan’s thumbs immediately rushed to Dr. Harris’ pecs, teasing his exposed nipples.

“You like this, Brian?” Evan growled as he pressed his face into his neck,

“Yes, Evan,” Dr. Harris whimpered into his ear as Evan grabbed him by the back and pulled him into his belly.

“Then get on the desk,” Evan demanded playfully, standing himself up and shimmying his tight sweatpants off. Dr. Harris quickly complied, quickly rushing to trade places with Evan.

“You want to feel all the weight you’ve put on me, Brian?” Evan asked devilishly as he bent Dr. Harris over the desk.

“Please,” he responded between moans, his back muscles now exposed as Evan approached him from behind.

Evan wasted no time mounting his professor’s firm ass, dramatically exhaling as he flopped his belly on top of his slender back. From somewhere underneath his belly, he could hear Dr. Harris moan softly. Grinning to himself, he began to grind his hard dick on Dr. Harris’ firm ass. This continued for a while, their breathing growing heavier as they began to sweat. From underneath his belly, Evan began to slide off Dr. Harris’ pants, leaving both of them in only their underwear, their bodies pressed against each other.

“Turn around, little guy,” Evan demanded suddenly as he heaved his big body off Dr. Harris. He obeyed silently, and Evan dropped his belly onto Dr. Harris’ abs.

“Keep rubbing my belly, Brian,” Evan said as he began to slowly stick his dick inside his ass. Dr. Harris relaxed and grinned as he felt Evan penetrate him, his hands glued to Evan’s jiggling belly. This only energized Evan, who’s thrusts began to grow more powerful as he stuck his cock deeper inside of his former professor. His thick hips slammed into Dr. Harris’ ass, sending small ripples across his belly that went up to his moobs. Dr. Harris’ moans grew louder, hands still squeezing Evan’s fat belly as he began to grind his dick into his soft underbelly. Pinned down by Evan’s belly, all Dr. Harris could do was lay there and take all of Evan’s hard cock as he ran his hands roughly across the massive man’s rolls.

In the back of Evan’s mind, he couldn’t believe how good it felt to finally be fucking his stud of a professor. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was how good it felt to have his belly caressed and rubbed the way it was now. His cock was screaming in arousal with every swoop of Dr. Harris’ hands across his gut.

Evan and Dr. Harris continued moaning, their thrusting suddenly speeding up when Dr. Harris came first, his face awash with pleasure as he shot his warm load across his chest and Evan’s belly. His eyes rolled back into his head as Evan kept thrusting his hard cock inside of him, faster than ever. It didn’t take much longer until Evan also came, his load shooting deep inside of Dr. Harris. He moaned in deep pleasure as pump after pump of cum left his sensitive dick. The two men just lay there on top of each other, sweaty and moaning as they gasped for air. Evan smiled to himself, hands still on Brian’s body. He never imagined it would be like this, but sex with Dr. Harris was even better than he ever imagined.

-

“Let me see what I have in the freezer…” Evan wondered aloud as he got up from the couch. He waddled around his apartment shirtless, in the loosest pair of sweatpants he owned. Even the new clothes he’d bought were beginning to feel tight on him, meaning that nowadays Evan was almost always shirtless around the house. Plus, it was more comfortable that way anyways.

A loud rumble from his belly punctuated the otherwise quiet apartment. Ever since his monumental 200 pound gain a few months ago, it felt like all Evan was these days was hungry. Bags upon bags of food were placed at his table, courtesy of the massive delivery order Evan made earlier. He went to go turn on his TV, but a knock at the door made him look up. Heaving himself up from his chair, he made his way to his door.

“Brian?” Evan said, getting a good glance at the man behind the door.

And it was in fact Dr. Harris at the door, recognizable only from the neck up. Looking down, Evan was surprised to see a rounded pot belly pushing heavily against the buttons on his tight salmon colored shirt that wasn’t there the last time he saw him.

Dr. Harris didn’t say anything, only awkwardly glance at Evan as his left hand generously thumped the side of his belly. “It appears that there were some… sexual side effects of my enzyme that I was unaware of.”

“Oh really?” Evan said amusedly, suddenly aware he was standing in front of his fattened professor completely shirtless, his own belly exposed for him to see.

“So pretty much, you did this to me,” he said in his usual awkward tone that Evan loved.

“You know, I just got dinner a little while ago, if you’d like to join,” Evan said, inviting Dr. Harris inside. Evan smiled as Dr. Harris took his offer for food, hatching the plan to shove as much food into his new belly as possible.

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Feeders casually calling their feedees their pig, piggy, piglet, hog, porker, oinker, etc. especially when talking to someone else is the cutest dang thing in the world.

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I don't see enough people talking about feedees and gender tbh

Like gaining so much fat that your genitals are completely inaccessible and your masculine/feminine figure have been completely buried with pure blubber????

Does gender really matter when you're just a (barely) sentient ball of lard????

No longer male, no longer female, but a secret third thing (fat ass pig)

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I’m going to replace showers with more porn time and food. I want to be a massive disgusting loser!

You're still showering? No, no, that won't do. Fat lazy simple pigs don't shower. They eat more and lie in their own filth. The fact that you want to be a loser tells me that you already are... most normal people would cringe at the thought of being repulsive, but not you. No, you CRAVE it. You NEED to be a disgusting loser as much as you need gainer porn and unhealthy food.

Give in, piggy. Get worse for me :)

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Fattening me up is not enough. I need you to make me dumb, too.

Go slow. As you up my calorie intake, forbid me from reading books and any educational content. It's only a strain on my eyes, after all. I don't need books when I have games and shows.

Weeks will pass, and they will leave me with a bit of pudge around my midsection. Slowly, my thoughts, instead of focusing on information and research, will revolve around the next episode of a show and the next meal I'll eat. I will slowly become a cute chubster - but nothing drastic so far.

But then again, some games and shows can be quite complex, forcing you to solve mysteries and think a lot about the details. I won't need those anymore. You'll add more snacks to my routine and cut the physical activity to minimum; at the same time, you will forbid me from watching shows that are too complicated and games that engage too much. No need for adult content, unless it's reality shows.

I will pack on the pounds. Definitely a fatty now. I will find my concentration slipping, my attention span shortening. You'll stop using complex language when talking to me. After months of this treatment, I'll hear a complicated word somewhere, and I'll blink, trying to remember what it means. I won't be able to. Oh, well. I'll gulp down another burger, watching my favourite cartoon.

That's when the next step will come. I really don't need anything other than Teletubbies, really. Games are too hard, after all, you have to click and do things. I won't like doing things any more, it makes you sweat. Like walking. Walking makes you sweat, and I don't like the smell of sweat. I like the smell of food, though, so you'll allow me to watch some toddler TV as I pack in another tray of cupcakes. I won't be moving much anymore, except to go to the bathroom, but at some point, that will become a thing of the past, too. I will expand in my bed, just as my mind will shrink.

Maybe one day, you will ask me a question. "Do you like your new life?"

"I like food!!" I will say, giggling, crumbs from the cookies I'll be munching on falling on my triple chin.

"You sure do," you'll say, smiling. "Do you regret anything?"

"What's 'regret'?"

"Never you mind, dumb dumb." You'll pat my fat cheek. "Now, finish your snack, I have a pizza ready for you."

"Yes!! Pizza!!" I'll squeal, clapping my chubby hands.

I love pizza. Pizza's the bestest. Bestest than the thingies... burgers. Yes, burgers nice. But pizza bestest. Pizza, and chocolate, and burger, and donut... food. Love food. More. More. More.

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You made me into a fat boy.

You saw me and my affinity for tasty food and delicious desserts; you noticed my non-existent resistance and my slightly softening belly, and you decided to make it bigger. You spoiled me with treats, giving me pleading eyes when sharing sweets with me; you cooked enormous meals and I couldn't say no to the amount of love you poured into them. You sneaked chocolate bars into my pockets and provided me with every opportunity to snack.

Slowly, you transformed me. Grew my belly from a little paunch to a full blown gut. You gave me side rolls that started digging into my elbows, and elbows that got buried in fat. You fattened my face and cushioned it with a double chin. You grew my thighs and made them chafe.

You made me slower, more lethargic, sweaty, panting. These days, you can hardly see me without a treat in hand. My couch or my bed is my most natural environment, and every jiggly waddle leaves me red in the face.

You made me into a fat boy, like a prize, special, just for you. And then you claimed me. Now, I'm moving in with you, and I have a feeling you are going to make me even fatter.

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I don’t want to stop at “just” controlling your diet. I couldn’t, because I want more than that. I want to control your habits—design every single day around you and your waistline. I’ll control what you wear, how you act, how you think. All of it. Your body is a temple of my design, as are your thoughts. As the wight piles on with no end in sight, you’ll lose focus on anything that isn’t getting you fatter and dumber. Until you don’t think at all. Until you can’t think at all. It’ll be scary at first, adjusting to this new life. You’ll shock yourself every time you pass a mirror and see your reflection. You’ll think “is this really me?”. News flash—it always was—and if you don’t believe me, just give it some time. With some good old fashioned re-wiring of the brain, I’ll erase all memory of your life before giving into the livestock lifestyle. And you’ll always live in the present, yet also aching to live in the future; aching to live in your bigger and slower body. You’ll be my incompetent slob, dedicating every second to filling your mouth and filling out your curves. And you’ll enjoy it as the pounds and years get faster.

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I look at you and think one thing, you live for pleasure

barely mobile, dildos inside and vibrator making you feel good, high as a kite, little drunk too, in one hand your charry flawoured vape to calm your nicotine cravings, in other huge, greasy burger to calm your stomach

there's like 3 screens in front of you, some are playing tiktok, some mugbang some straight up porn

you're overflowing your brain with dopamine but you wouldn't want it any other way, you just live for pleasure

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ik this is really specific but porn addicts that are into feedism, every day they just edge and eat until...

they can't reach, and they're so horny, so needy,they need to satisfy their addiction but they can't reach

so close but so far ~

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"Butterball" is such a wonderful, cute, hot word. You've became a ball of a human because you've been living off butter. You look so well-fed. Your fat is soft like butter. All parts of your body are round.

I hope that one day, people will associate this word with me.

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How to instantly get my attention: Show me how much your fat pad covers your hard cock and tell me how much you love gooning.<3

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Oh, to be fattened and feminized.

I'd give anything to have a massive heaving chest that needs constant attention and a massive set of hips for anyone to grab and bump into

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any tips about dumbing down/bimbofing myself and overall getting more submissive and need?

Get interesting in gaming… like really interest. So much that it consumes your life. Change your favorites on speed dial to the nearest greasy spoons. No need to change or shower everyday since you’re not seeing anyone, no need to pay attention to anything besides winning really. And keep alcohol and weed next to your keyboard always. There should be a thick cloud of smoke in your room all the time. Keep at it for 8-10 months and when you start to pant too hard mashing buttons switch to porn. It feels better than winning I promise. Plus you don’t need to do anything besides click! But regulate yourself only to the good stuff, only the fat blobs you see in thumbnails because at this point I doubt you’ll be able to read. Make sure you have at least a few pizzas on hand anytime you watch since you’ll need to take out your frustration somehow considering you won’t be able to reach that little cocklet anymore. You’ll soon find out that just groping your fat will get you leaking and that’s when the real fun will start- just wait until you find your tits! Eventually you’ll feel so good all the time you won’t even need the porn, just let yourself eat and eat until your hearts content (more like till your stomach bursts). Don’t mind the gassiness along the way it just means you’re on the right track for a growing pig. The time will come when someone like me will show up, put you on all fours and fill you until bursting every minute of everyday while milking you dry. You’ll beg and whine for it constantly like the pathetic mindless blob you are. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?

Better get started pig…

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How would you feel about being captured by a witch and fattened in a cage until you were ready for the oven? 🐷🍽️

Perhaps it’s a better story with a hint of melancholy if I was fattened up for not the original purpose.

I would much rather be rescued on the final day the witch had plans, if only for my rescuer to turn out to be a feeder who freed me, but decided to keep a good thing going.

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Thinking abt a pig boy kept as a pet just like a catboy....except his owners fall into the trap so many irl pig owners do and feed him way, way too much, thinking even as piggy gets thicker and thicker and starts getting out of breath more easily that this is a typical weight for a pig boy to be at. What sorts of scenarios would you guys like to see our new friend in?

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can't let gang know I fuck with big obese fucking pigs too fat to reach their fat pads desperate for release

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Kimberley's dad approached his daughter filming on his phone, zooming on the girl's plump ass. "Hello, sweetheart, say hi for the camera!"

"Oh, hello, daddy!" Kimberley said, turning. Her cock measured almost a foot long, quite hard, excessively swollen and red from so much masturbation. She waved to her dad, smiling.

"Look at how gorgeous you are. Excited to live at home with mom and me again?"

"I've been looking forward to it all semester! Um, sorry if my clothes are too skimpy..... My college wardrobe is a bit, well, tailored for college life."

"I bet you distracted the whole class with that big cock of yours hanging out."

"Oh yes! Girls would come up to me all day and service me, guys would just fuck me from behind and jerk me off. Oh! Sorry again.... was that too raunchy?"

"Nah, the family will just be happy to have you back in town for a while. I'm happy you've grown into such a sexually active girl. Last time you were living here you were so shy, but you were barely starting to transition by then. Once you went to college, though, your mother and I were delighted by how fast you went from a shy feminine boy to a total vixen. We watched all the videos you'd post. We couldn't believe how your social media was all about art and music one second, then you're in a tiny dress looking and sounding just like any other girl, getting fucked in the ass by two guys at once!"

Kimberley giggled. "That was a fun day, I think I had sex with over twenty boys! And of course.... I'm not quite like any other girl, daddy." Kimberley lifted and jerked her monster cock.

"Look at that thing. You really pumped it full supplements, huh? And those balls are so big I can hardly believe it...."

"Uh-huh! The guys at all the frat houses injected my cock with stuff to make it grow. And my balls are almost the size of my fists! I can cum a whole liter in one orgasm! Wanna see?"

"Why not? And I'm glad those boys did this to you, you look gorgeous with such a big cock, sweetie."

"Thank you, daddy." Kimberley rolled back her eyes, jerking with one hand as she grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it until milk squirted out, she stared directly into her dad's eyes, jerking faster, eventually bringing her other hand from her breast to her fat ass, inserting her fingers, using her milk as lube, fisting her ass as she smiled and panted, increasing her rhythm for a while until she rapidly sped up both her cock pumping and her fisting until she squealed in a slightly boyish voice. She shot rope after rope of cum, almost twenty, creating a huge mess on the outer edges of their inground pool. By the end of her orgasm, Kimberley was lightheaded, drooling, eyes rolled back, her brain looking friend. "How..... did I do...... daddy?" she asked, licking the hand she used to fist herself.

"Perfect, sweetie. It's going to be so fun having you live with us....."

"How long has it been since you moved in with us, sweetie?" Kimberley's dad asked his hugely obese pig of a daughter.

"Mmmm, omffff," she stuffed her face, smiling, talking with her mouth open, "A bit over one year."

"Wow, and just how did you get so fat so fast, darling?"

"You guys don't stop feeding me all day...."

"No, we don't. What else have we done to get you so gorgeously fat?"

"You force funnel feed me weight-gain drinks a few times a day......"

"How many calories does our perfect, horny college slut consume a day?"

"At least thirty thousand calories. You and mom put me on a thirty-pound a month diet as soon as I settled in. I've put on 370lbs in one year," she explained, all with her mouth open, shoving fries in and chewing loudly.

"So how much does our oversexed angel weigh now?"

"Almost 500lbs...."

"Wow, from a petite, albeit fat-assed, slim and fit girl who's up for countless hours of sex and masturbation a day to such a pile of lard. What's your favorite part of being so hugely fat, darling?"

Kimberley smiled, blushing, unwrapping a double cheeseburger. "Everything...... I love struggling to walk. I love how hard it is to get up, to do anything. I was so into looking good and being sexy, now I hardly bathe. My heart feels like it's going to pop from putting on so much weight so fast! I'll never look slim and sexy again and that turns me on so much. Plus it makes my cock so hard when you two get so excited about fattening me up and seeing my weight go up and up. Even if I am totally gross now...." Kimberley said, all between belches, shoving the burger in her mouth, farting loudly, her stomach gurgling in so much distress the mic picked it up from a distance.

"That's our lovely daughter. Ever since you started transitioning, and posted those raunchy videos of you getting fucked in every hole, puking on guys' cock as you were cheered on, pregnant sorority sluts forcing your cock into their holes as they pinned you down or against a wall. You looked so divine. Your mom and I would discuss how fat we'd love to see you get ever since. Every night we'd fantasize about seeing you get so fat you can't walk, so fat your poor heart can't keep up with all the lard we pile on you. And most of all we fantasized about you loving every second of it, even as you have a heart attack, caked in grease, sitting in your own excrement, a total slob weighing over a thousand pounds, cumming as she feels her heart finally give up."

"Oh fuck! Mmmmm!" Kimberley came, lifting her belly a bit too fate, getting wad after wad of cum splattered against it, flatulating and groaning in discomfort as she pulled up her heavy belly, her fourteen-inch bloated cock shooting load after load across the living room floor. After finishing she clenched her chest, panting. "Oh fuck, daddy.... Mmmmm...... I can hardly breathe I'm so fat, my heart is pounding so much it hurts! Oh!"

Her dad smiled, taking her other hand, encouraging her to put her belly back down, piling all that heavy fat on top of her cock. "Good girl. You're everything we ever wanted out of a daughter. Now eat up, mom is about to prepare your next weight gain shake, so make sure you finish your second lunch by then, OK?"

"OK, daddy." She slowly returned to her bag and opened another double cheeseburger, still panting, sweating, letting out a few belches and farts as she resumed stuffing her face. Her dad felt so proud of how eagerly fat she became in so short a time, and couldn't wait to see how huge she'd get in another year, if her heart was up for the task.