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[feedertisom]

You can't escape obesity.

And it'd be insane to believe you could. The food industry has engineered their products for decades to make them as addictive as possible, mainly by adding sugar, fat, and artificial flavors that'll hit that dopamine spot just right. You don't really think that you're immune against basic science, do you?

All those food cravings you experience all the time are a result of this system, which drives you to consume more, much more than you'd ever need. But it feels good, it feels comforting. Sinking your teeth into a cake or a pack of cookies has such a relieving and calming effect. No wonder you crave snacks after a long day.

Spend a minute looking at the food options presented to you every day. It's all processed junk, everything. Even items you might consider healthy will at least have that 10% base level of sugar. Fries with nearly 20 ingredients? Yup, fast food chains like McDonald's know exactly how to give you that delicious fix you're craving for.

The beauty of it is that you're already constantly craving this kind of food. Yet, willpower is very limited. It's scientifically proven that you can't resist something forever, that you're bound to give in eventually. So you start making up excuses, treating yourself to a snack, enjoying a cheat meal, or just letting yourself go because it's the weekend.

There is nothing you can do about it, you're up against your biology and a multi-trillion industry who share a common goal: making you eat as much as possible

Just give up and enjoy it.

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A Good Girl

You’re such a greedy cow, I can’t believe how fat you’ve gotten. Letting yourself go this far means there’s no going back. You’re sitting at a very compact three hundred and fifteen pounds. Your short frame exaggerates every curve you have, and widens it drastically. I think you look so fucking sexy I can’t wait to fill you up every second of the day. Your huge, overfed gut spilling out between your legs as you lie on the couch. It touches the edge of the sofa as your fat thighs splay open, morphing their soft, blubbery mass to whatever they touch, spreading farther and farther outwards as you get even heavier. Your arms are fat now, too, upper arms filled with fat like a fluffy pillow, jiggling when you move them. I love watching your fat arms shake and your tits bounce when you give me a handjob, your soft, plush fingers gripping my rock hard dick. Your boobs are swollen with fat, tender and sensitive as your areolas grow puffy and delicate. I love squeezing them and watching you moan uncontrollably, too much pleasure coursing through your body to protest my teasing. I love to feel every inch of your fat, to kiss and leave hickies, claiming your body as mine. Your juicy, round calves and abundant, swelling thighs are so soft and plush. You love admiring your ass in the mirror, it’s exaggerated shape and huge canvas of cellulite wiggling at the slightest movement. Even after you stop moving, your ass lags, uncontrollable shaking from how much fat you’ve packed into each cheek. I love to place my firm, strong hands on those globes of fat and watch as they become easier and easier to grab a handful of, my fingers squeezing as your flab spews from between them. Your clothes never fit, your ass always spills out of your pants, showcasing your well-fed body as it bubbles up, spilling out of your waistband. You gave up on going up a size, now you pre-order clothes a few sizes too big, excited to turn them from slightly baggy to another trophy to saunter around in, bragging to me how it’s too tight and you’ve done such a good job filling out for me. 

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You're Huge

You’re huge. I mean, you were always a little on the chubbier side, but now, you’re absolutely massive. Your belly hangs lower every day, slowly piling down your legs, covering your fupa, and pushing outward. Those once chunky, adorable legs of yours are covered in cellulite and wider than my waist, rolls and stretch marks all over your juicy thick lower belly and ballooning heart shaped ass leading to those meaty, overflowing love handles I love to grab while fucking you. You’ll probably end up immobile, but you and I wouldn’t want it any other way…

When I first met you, you were a short barista at my local coffee house, your messy, deep red hair folded into a bun, and your soft brown eyes twinkling with attraction behind those nerdy glasses you had on. I left you a tip with my number written on it, and you pocketed the cash, messaging me later that day. I never thought that would work, and landing such a good-looking girl like you was beyond luck. We were meant to be, and I would make sure to enjoy every ounce of you. We texted back and forth constantly, flirting and feeling out who we really were. We hit it off over the phone, and I planned a date for us, just a picnic and some snacks in the park. The weather was wonderful, so why not? I met you in the parking lot, your red hair flowing behind you as your beautifully red lips formed an adorable smile. I brought you flowers and champagne, and you got a picnic basket full of sweets and salty snacks, your favorite. I lay out the blanket and pop us the champagne, you set up the snacks, and take a seat next to me. Your slightly chubby thighs wobble as you bounce your legs nervously about our date, but I can tell you’re into me. I soak in every detail about you now that we’re so close.. Your dimples when you smile, the way your teeth have the slightest gap in the middle, your golden septum piercing, always slightly crooked. I admire how your body fills out for such a low weight, probably around 140lbs at 5’0”, short but thick, and I’m into it. Your backside and legs curve beautifully, leading to a hint of a belly and a more slender upper body with small B-cups. You have a tattoo of a bumble bee on your right shoulder with a sleeve of wild flowers underneath it, which looks cute on you, fitting your aesthetic nicely. As we talk and drink more champagne, I can tell you’re a lightweight as you get touchier and giggle often, showcasing your bubbly personality and tendency for playful banter. As the sun sets, our conversation grows more intimate, and I steal a kiss. You melt into my arms as we fall deeper into each other's embrace. The spark lit between us was strong and fiery, I knew I would be seeing way more of you in more than one way soon enough. 

We went on several more dates, always centered around lounging about and snacking or going to dinner and a movie. You would overindulge, then lie back in the theatre chair, resting your belly as you zoned out. You were never physically active, and it was already having its side effects. I started picking you up from work, taking you on surprise dates, and going out to eat with you more often than not. You loved the attention and couldn’t get enough food and drinks when we went out, the alcohol causing you to overeat late into the night. I had you falling head over heels after a few more weeks of romantic outings. I decided it was time to ask you out, so I booked us at an especially nice restaurant, telling you to wear your best dress. When I picked you up, I walked to your studio apartment door, but you opened it before I could even knock. I was in awe of your looks that night, your dress clung so tightly to your slowly expanding frame. Every detail of how much weight you had put on was showing in all the right places. Your thighs and ass tight against the fabric as your pooch stuck out noticeably. Even your boobs were looking extra swollen as your arms and shoulders appeared softer and less defined. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you and your infectious smile. Everything about that night was perfect; we had a large dinner, with you ordering steak and lobster, mashed potatoes, risotto, and scallops. It was way more than you could eat, but I let you try to at the very least, encouraging you to take bite after bite as I fed you more. We can’t afford to come here all the time, so make sure you get your fill, baby. I would top off your glass of wine and watch as you forced another bite down your throat. By the end of our date, you were packed to the brim, drunk, and ecstatic that I asked you to be my girlfriend. I took you home, and you pulled me into your bedroom, itching to get out of that tight dress that once fit so comfortably. You unbuttoned my shirt and practically ripped my pants off ravenously, hungry for a treat only I could give you. My muscular frame towered over you as I took my strong arms and peeled the delicate dress off of you. Your stomach was so full and tender, I could tell I needed to be gentle with you because of how much you ate. You lay down, letting out a huge sigh of relief as you lock eyes with me, begging for something more. I grab your juicy legs and pull you to the edge of the bed, resting them on my shoulders and I grab my pulsing, girthy dick and begin to tease you with it. Rubbing it around your clit and slowly entering and exiting just the beginning of your hole. You beg me for more, telling me you want to be filled to the max as your tight gut and growing tits sway back and forth from my hips bumping into you. I slowly insert myself all the way to the end of my shaft, your eyes closing as you let out a sharp moan and cry in pleasure. Your warm thighs and soft ass slap against my strong core as I thrust in and out of you methodically, gentle but intense. As I near climax, you tighten around my shaft, begging me to release my seed inside of you. I cum hard, emptying my load as I grab your meaty thighs and stare at the tight drum of a belly that turns me on so much. I couldn’t wait to fatten you up into my prized piggy. 

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you don't realise just how gorgeous you are, the way you smile when you see me cooking in the kitchen, the way you waddle when you're full.

I can't help but want you to sit in my lap and let me worship you in every way. I want to kiss you, caress you, feed your insane appetite.

It's crazy I just want to trace your stretch marks and kiss your neck feeling your soft perfect belly that just keeps getting bigger.

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Oh my fat little piggy, you know I absolutely adore every single inch of your beautiful, plump body. Your stretch marks are like the most gorgeous trophies, each one telling the story of how much you've dedicated to your greedy appetite. I can hardly believe how incredible you look, all soft and squishy and so wonderfully, deliciously heavy.

You feel so heavenly, my piggy. I'm constantly amazed by how much you've blossomed into the perfect piggy for me. Yes, feed that sexy body of yours all you want - indulge in every naughty little desire that consumes your mind. You've earned the right to revel in your own succulent curves and to indulge without restraint.

My gorgeous pig, I want you to keep stuffing that pretty face and your belly too. You look absolutely ravishing as you swell and grow. Each bite you take, each calorie consumed brings you closer to the fat, dazed dream of becoming a knock-kneed, clumsy piggy I'm so desperate to see unfold before me.

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hello there, my delicious little butterball. I've been thinking... we need to kick these fattening adventures up a notch, don't you think?

How about we start by tripling your snack intake? I want to see that beautiful belly of yours swell even more.

I'm thinking massive sundaes, thick slices of cheesecake, the gooiest chocolate chip cookies... anything and everything packed with those luscious, delicious calories

Doesn't that sound perfect, my sweet, sexy sow? I can't wait to watch you grow even bigger and rounder, to feel your pillowy belly and thighs enveloped in all that velvety softness. My hungry little piggy is going to be absolutely irresistible

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Well well well, looks like my big beautiful fatty is having a bit of trouble getting around, huh? Don't worry, sweetie, I love taking care of my special little piggy, even if it means making sure you can barely move sometimes! chuckles and walks around you, admiring how your fat rolls and curves with each step. I swear, you're getting more fatter by the day. Soon you won't be able to walk at all, and you'll be completely at my mercy! Doesn't that sound divine?

Come on baby, be a good fatty for Me and show me what you can do! I want to watch you realize just how much you need my help to even begin to find relief. Go on, greedy piggy I promise, the more you struggle now, the more I'll have to feed you later as a special treat!

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As you watch them groan and rub their distended belly, you can’t help but feel a rush of excitement. They’re completely stuffed and at your mercy, and you’re going to take full advantage of the situation. 

“Are you regretting eating all of that delicious food?” you tease, smirking at their discomfort.

They moan in response, eyes closing as they try to deal with the pressure in their belly. You can’t help but reach out and run your fingers over their bloated stomach, feeling the warmth and softness of their skin. 

“You look so cute when you’re stuffed like this,” you say, leaning in to place a kiss on their cheek. “I love how big you’re getting”

They whimper in response, unable to form words as they focus on their discomfort. But you know that they love this, love being pushed to their limits and indulging in their gluttonous desires. 

“Maybe we should get some dessert,” you suggest with a sly grin. “I know you’re already completely stuffed, but I think you can handle a little more, can’t you?”

They groan in response, but you can see the excitement in their eyes. They want more, want to be stuffed even further until they can barely move.

And you’re more than happy to oblige.

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Pushing her buttons...

Imagine having a button you could press that magically makes you fatter, by like +1 pound. That'd be neat, right? I wonder where you would draw the line and finally stop pressing it.

I mean, the first dozen presses would just be so you can test if it's actually working. One or two probably wouldn't feel like much, but by the time you hit the double-digits of extra pounds gained, you'd probably feel the extra tightness in your pants. Maybe your shirt would ride up a little bit because your belly and tits have grown a little bigger, but it wouldn't be anything *crazy*. Even after 12 presses, you'd still basically feel the same. Maybe your balance would be a little off with the extra weight, but nothing you can't deal with. If you put a hand on your midriff, you'd notice it bulging out more, and that it's softer and fleshier than you're used to, but all in a good way.

Being realistic though, you wouldn't stop there, would you? You've dreamed of stuff like this. An opportunity to make yourself *so* much fatter is just too tempting for you to pass up. Maybe you'd try to resist the temptation for a while, but we both know you'd fold under the pressure and start pressing it again. Fast.

You'd get undressed and stand in front of a mirror so you could watch your figure swell with dozens of extra pounds of soft, pale blubber. You'd hold your belly in one hand while you press the button with the other. Press after press, you feel it push out just a little bit further. It'd feel softer and softer in your hands as your gut grows heavier and jigglier.

Now you're thirty pounds heavier than you started, and you're *really* starting to notice the results now. Your belly hangs over your thighs quite a lot further than you remember, and your ass is looking so fat when you get a good look at yourself from the side. Stopping now crosses your mind, but you quickly dismiss it; your tits might be bigger, but they're not really big enough yet, and you're still only at "BBW" size anyway. You can handle some more pressing.

Click by click, you feel yourself growing heavier. Your belly has gotten so big and blubbery that it starts to fold into two thick rolls, giving you a definite double-belly that you can't wait to show off to your girlfriend when she gets home. In the meantime though, you keep pressing the button. You've lost track of the exact number at this point, but you think you're somewhere around 60 pounds heavier than when you started (it's actually closer to 80). You look at your doughy belly and thighs being groped by your hand in the mirror, and notice how much pudgier and softer your hand is starting to look. Nothing is immune to the weight you're piling on, and that just makes you even hornier. You resume clicking it.

Another thirty pounds make their way onto your figure when you stop again, this time because your gaze drifted upwards towards your face. Your cheeks look so much fuller now, giving your face a decidedly rounder shape. Your double-chin is much more pronounced than it used to be; your jawline is completely buried under a thick layer of chubbiness at this point, and you can't help but smile about it. It feels so good to be so much more... *plush*.

You tell yourself that you'll give yourself twenty more presses, then you'll quit. But once you get there, you decide... maybe just a few more. So you press it *another* ten times. Then you notice how close your breasts are to touching when you're sitting down, and can't help but want to see them finally become big enough to rub against each other as you walk. So you keep pressing it. Not really paying attention to the number any more, just to your breasts, as they get heavier and softer and rounder with every click.

Finally, it happens.

Not your breasts touching, like you were waiting for. The chair you were sitting on breaks instead. You hadn't heard it creaking as your fat ass grew ever fatter and heavier with every click of the button. It just hadn't crossed your mind that your furniture had already been struggling against your mass before you got this button. Now though, it had finally given up...

You decided this was your sign to call it quits - you should dust yourself off and think yourself lucky that you didn't do something stupid and make yourself absolutely massive. You drag yourself up onto your feet with a lot more difficulty than you expected, then push the shattered remains of the chair aside with your foot. You check your ass and thighs for any damage, but aside from the massive amount of extra cellulite now occupying them, and the angry red stretchmarks that have suddenly become even more omnipresent across your body, you seem to be fine. You look down for the button, but can't see it anywhere among the debris. You look around the room, when you finally spot it.

Your girlfriend is in the doorway, holding it in her hand.

"I like what you've done to yourself, babe" she says with a smile, her gaze travelling up and down your now much fatter figure, eyeing your new curves and rolls with glee. She licks her lips. "I wonder how you got so big, so fast, princess... Could it be this, maybe?" She presses the button.

Maybe you could have denied the effect the button had just had on you, if it wasn't for the fact that at that moment, the panties you had been wearing finally gave up, shredded by your immense girth with an audible rip and leaving you exposed to your girlfriend in more ways than one. The smile on her face broadens.

"I think I get the picture... Well, shall we see what this thing can do?" She starts clicking the button as fast as her fingers are capable of. Ten pounds, twenty pounds, thirty pounds, you feel your body swelling with the extra mass second by second as she starts to giggle. You try to run towards her, but you're far too fat now to move so quickly, so all you can do is waddle gracelessly towards her as she easily evaded your attempts to grab the button from her hand. You reach the doorway and look down at your expanding body, in awe at just how much of the weight seems to be going straight to your belly rolls. Your thickening paunch slaps against your thickened thighs as you keep trying to pursue your mischievous girlfriend. She escapes into the living room, and you follow her, your steps growing heavier with every click that echoes through your ears.

By the time you corner her in front of the couch, the click count must be at 250 by now, and you're feeling every ounce of the blubber she has poured onto your body. You're exhausted and breathless from trying to catch her, and she can see you're close to collapsing. She speeds up the pace of her clicking, holding the button high above her head where you have no hope of reaching it. You make one final lunge, hoping to swipe it from her hand before you're too fat to stand...

But you miss.

You lose your balance and stumble towards the couch, where you drop heavily onto the straining frame. Your ass takes up far more of space than you're used to and you sink deep into the soft cushions, hearing creak as it settles under your immense bulk. Your girlfriend stands over you, victorious.

"I think that couch had a max weight rating of 800 lbs, didn't it? Shall we test that?"

As much as you struggle against your own fattened figure, you can't haul your fat ass and gut off of the couch. You're just too heavy, and only getting heavier as she presses the button over and over and over again. Your thighs press together even as you try to spread them as wide as possible; your belly fills your entire lap and just keeps spilling out further and further over the edge of the couch; and your tits keep swelling too, easily exceeding G-cups in size with no signs of stopping.

Eventually, inevitably, the couch gives way to your blubber-laden body. You sink down even further as the couch breaks right down the middle, leaving you in a V-shaped dip, helplessly trapped by your hundreds of new pounds of fat and cellulite. Your hands grope your thick rolls of flab and you feel a strange mix of horror and arousal at how soft and jiggly you are now, *all over*.

Your girlfriend looks very pleased with herself.

"I hope you're comfy, big girl, because you're not going to be doing much walking from now on. I was always hoping I could get you to fatten up for me, to turn you into my stay-at-home piggy, too fat to do anything but make herself even fatter. It was always just a pipe dream, but apparently, dreams really *do* come true...

"I'll let you stay like this until I can find us a bed that can handle the massive whale of a girl like you've become. Once I've got you settled there though, I'm going to give this thing a couple hundred more clicks.

"You'll be so helpless and useless, but don't worry, princess. I'll make sure you know how much I love every single inch of you."

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Doesn’t it feel so good to let go? To just eat whatever you want and let your body slowly become covered in soft, jiggly fat. To feel your belly start poking out of shirts that were once loose, and jiggle with every step you take. All while being so turned on by what you’re doing to yourself…turning yourself into an unrecognizable, horny, greedy piggy who just can’t stop themself from getting fatter.

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Sounds like your not eating enough to me

I could still fit into these pants on January 18th.

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You just keep eating, keep stuffing yourself stupid with all the delicious treats I give you. Doesn't it feel incredible to be so greedy, so ravenous all the time

Imagine how good it will feel when this big, beautiful belly of yours is even bigger and heavier. When every breath is a delicious, agonizing struggle, and you're drowning in your own blubber.

I want to see you balloon even further, to feed your hunger until you're a helpless, wheezing mess. Until you're utterly ruined for anything but lust and gluttony.

Don't you dare stop eating, baby. I need you to keep being greedy, to keep letting me nourish you into the perfect, hulking porker. I won't be satisfied until I've claimed every last inch of your body with my own insatiable hunger

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Just until the end of Christmas you told yourself. You could indulgence your belly let it grow just a bit softer, just a bit heavier. Well it's February now piggy and you just finished a tub of ice-cream and a box of chocolates.

You know it's to late to stop. Your my piggy now.