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I love hearing you pant from exertion while you stuff yourself. It's such a good reminder that cramming greasy calories into that lard swollen gut is the most exercise you ever get, isn't it?

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A Fattening Friendship

“The diet starts tomorrow,” Stephanie promised near indiscernibly, her chubby cheeks crammed full of an oversized bite of the half-eaten cake in front of her. “I promise,“ she continued, a spattering of crumbs spewing from her plump lips. “This is just so *urrrrp* good.”

Brent rolled his eyes and pushed the edge of the plate closer, well aware that the difference of a few centimeters had absolutely no standing on if the swollen, greedy girl in front of him would finish her dessert. She would. Stephanie wouldn't let a thing stop her from devouring the entire frosted confection despite what she’d promised herself, and the next massive bite that coated the corners of her mouth in a fresh layer of whipped buttercream only served to emphasize that point. 

“That's what you always say,” Brent reminded her gently, a smile easing its way onto his face as he watched his greedy girlfriend cram herself with more calories than most people eat in a day. “You always say the diet’s gonna start tomorrow, and it never does.”

Stephanie swallowed again and groaned, resting a chubby hand on her rounded, protruding gut that was clearly aching from how full she’d stuffed herself. She stifled a burp and took another bite, this time moaning as soon as she began to chew. Brent, well aware that his overfed lover was reaching her limit, reached out and placed a gentle hand on the curve of her belly, even the light touch increasing the intensity of her overstuffed exclamations. He began to rub her gut in slow, oscillating circles, bringing his hand up to the firm, fatty crest of her belly and then back down to the jiggling hang that had lately begun to succumb to gravity, wobbling itself free of all of her undersized shirts the minute she tried to take a step. 

She’d been indulging like a woman possessed as of late, and the last few months had done obviously irreparable damage to her figure. She was steadily ballooning, slowly blimping up as if being inflated with a steady stream of lard, and her clothes were beginning to lose their battle with the wobbling layer of fat coating the girl's entire frame. Her thighs had grown surprisingly thick and were beginning to transform her (admittedly already quite slow) walk into a bit of a waddle. She struggled to move each cellulite-dimpled thigh past each other, and as waddling around became more of a chore, she participated in it less and less, that newfound laziness another major reason she’d piled on so much weight. 

The new growth of her thighs was necessary to support how wide her ass had become, and the combination of the fat-laden, jiggling cheeks and the swollen, unwieldy thighs made squeezing into any of her jeans near impossible. She refused to buy larger sizes, her insistence that the diet would start tomorrow an assertion that she was clearly unprepared to relinquish, but that mentality was leading her to the kinds of embarrassing situations that made Brent rock hard at the very thought. 

She would cram her lower half into a pair of too-small jeans, doing her best to suck in, hold her breath, and force the unwilling button closed, and then inspect herself in the mirror, marveling at how her fatty love handles puffed over the top of her waistband. The pants would cut into her so deeply she’d be left with angry red lines across her middle, lines that were exposed as soon as she’d eaten enough to require an unfastening. Sometimes, when her gluttony got the best of her, she found herself compelled unable to stop, Brent’s encouragements murmured gently in her ears while his hands jiggled and caressed her ever-growing body. She would cram herself fuller and fuller, the pain in her middle only increasing as her pants grew tighter until the button would finally give, the muted pop and clatter of the fallen button entirely ignored by her lust drunk man in favor of the way her belly surged forward and pushed into her lap, someone still jiggling although she was full to bursting. These were the kinds of things that Brent couldn't handle, and always resulted in a premature end to the feeding session so that Brent could address Stephanie’s other needs. 

Stephanie's shirts typically fared no better than her pants, and the bottom of her ball-like bell was always sticking out of her tops and leaving a significant strip of exposed skin that only served to make her appear even fatter than she already was. In terms of the integrity of her tops, however, her belly was the least of her concerns. The bouncy, heaving shelf of her cleavage was the real impediment to properly fitting attire, and her recent gain had only made the situation more exaggerated. 

Her attempts to squash her enormous tits into bras and tank tops that couldn't handle a fraction of her true cup size left her with dramatically emphasized cleavage, and the way her tits spilled over her neckline and wobbled at her every movement was nothing less than mesmerizing. 

She’d begun to rely on sports bras more than the traditional clasps, not just because the sports bras allowed for slightly more appropriate outfits, but also because fastening the clasps of her regular bras was beginning to become impossible, her swelling rolls of back fat leaving her dependant on Brents help. He would push her onto the bed, positioned behind her with one hand on each side of the struggling bra as if holding reins, and make an often unsuccessful attempt to pull the clasps towards each other, grunting from the effort of attempt to squish her massive chest into undergarments that she’d outgrown more than 40 pounds ago. 

Her breasts, unlike her belly, had yet to lose their battle with gravity, and were somehow impossibly perky despite their overwhelming heft. Stephanie's hopes of throwing together appropriate outfits were always squashed by the weight of her massive tits, and the bigger she got, the tighter and tighter her shirts were beginning to grow. She was making a spectacle of herself at this point, and the oddly alluring draw of her fattening, jiggling body waddling along as her tits and belly bounced in union was almost impossible to look away from. She felt the stares, the shock, and the attention whenever she left the house as if it were physically palpable, and the humiliation of the awareness that everyone was looking at her, judging her, and watching her grow fatter, was what motivated her little unfilled daily promise, much to Brent’s amusement. 

He loved the way that her growing appetite was making it impossible for her to commit to the healthier lifestyle she swore she really wanted, and as he fed her more and more, the chances of her ever dropping all the extra weight she packed on diminished significantly. While he hadn't been aware of his true attraction until he met Stephanie, watched her grow, and finally felt the curve of her belly that first, life-altering occasion, Brent's drive to keep Stephanie as stuffed as possible had somehow outgrown hers. Her gluttony was nothing in the face of his desire, and the bigger she got, the more enamored Brent was becoming with every wobbling inch of her body. 

She was growing in ways he never could’ve expected or anticipated, and he often found himself staring at her while she stuffed herself silly with an intensity usually reserved for memorization. He was trying to memorize her, in a way. He wanted to enjoy every stage of her gain, every size her body became, and that was difficult the more quickly she began to blow up. It was as if he awoke next to a new woman each day, and that heavier, thicker woman became his new standard of beauty. That cycle only made Brent's overall affection for Stephanie grow, and as their bond deepened, Stephanie acquiesced to his feeding more often, allowing him to pick her meals and portions and giving up on any protest aside from her empty threat of the next morning's healthy new diet. 

That slow, subconscious acceptance was helping Stephanie pork up in ways neither she nor Brent had ever considered, and her chubby little sausage fingers, thickening ankles, plush, fatty calves, soft, jiggling upper arms, and growing double chin all served to reveal the truth of exactly how large she’d become. Brent still found himself occasionally growing shy and flustered in the face of Stephanie's gluttony and her perfect, swollen body, and she found it sweet just how easily he became tongue-tied in her presence. They‘d fallen for each other, hard, and that fall seemed, at least for the time being, to be perpetual. An endless rabbit hole into which they both dropped deeper and deeper, into which they both began to lose sight of reality in favor of the warm, cozy sensation of breath on neck and flesh on flesh. 

She took another enormous bite as Brent continued to work his hands over her body, unable to stop himself from the temptation of briefly cupping one of her heavy breasts and giving it a quick jiggle before returning to the task of soothing his girlfriend's aching, tight belly. Despite her obvious discomfort she didn't slow down, and the cake Brent had selected for her from the grocery store with enough slices to feed 6 people, (comparatively small when displayed next to the larger sheet cakes on offer yet nearly triple the calories a girl as fat as Stephanie should be consuming in a single day) was disappearing just as steadily as it had been her first few bites. 

She finally crammed in the last forkful, nearly gasping from the pressure in her middle, and Brent exhaled heavily, want rising within him like the afternoon tide. He didn't even know it was possible to be reared to go as consistently as Stephanie made him feel, and on more than one occasion he’d nearly lost control of himself in public, forcing himself to concentrate in order to avoid an obvious hard-on. In the comfort of their on-campus apartment, however, he was free to make his thoughts on Stephanie’s growth and gluttony more than obvious, and as he continued to rub her gut her breathing quickened, making a coy smile flash across Brent's face. 

“You ok baby?” he murmured as if he were unaware of the source of her discomfort. “What's wrong my little piggy? Did you overdo it? Did you eat too much?”

Stephanie opened her mouth to respond but was immediately interrupted by a massive burp and simply groaned louder, the pressure of Brent's hands increasing. He pressed into the side of her gut and produced another loud burp, then smacked the center of the wobbling, round ball of adipose attached to her middle, Stephanie's groans only increasing in pitch. 

“C’mon baby, let's get you to bed,” he cooed, already standing and extending both hands to the overfed fatty. 

Stephanie was nowhere near fat enough to struggle with simple mobility tasks like standing under normal circumstances, but when she was stuffed like this she relied upon Brent for everything, leaning on him heavily to so much as waddle down the hallway. He grabbed her pudgy hands in his and grunted with effort as he hauled her to her feet, a task that was expending more and more energy for him these days, and began their slow plod to the bedroom, Stephanie's groans punctuating each step. 

The next day she awoke in silence, the previous night's debauchery cleared from her memory entirely until she attempted to sit up. She looked down in shock, feeling the weight of her belly pressing against her upper thighs and placing a hand on its bulging crest in shock. She often felt she looked larger the day after a particularly caloric stuffing, but this was beyond any overnight growth she’d ever experienced. Sudden influxes in extra flab were certainly something Stephanie was used to, especially after a week or two of stagnation despite never reducing her daily intake of junk food and sweets, but the way her gut was surging forward and completely obscuring the tight pink and red panties she swore made her feel like she’d gained ten pounds overnight. 

She lifted her gut in both hands and dropped it, equally confused and fascinated by the immediate jiggle that left her whole body, particularly her barely contained tits, shaking for several seconds. She’d woken up alone as she always did on Thursday when Brent had an 8am class, and it was no surprise that she’d forgotten to set her alarm last night. The stuffing followed by multiple rounds of pleasure brought on by Brent had worn her out entirely, and she’d fallen asleep the moment her head hit the pillow. That lack of foreplanning had caused her to wake up later than she anticipated, and when she grabbed her phone from the bedside table and clicked it to life she was disappointed to see that she had only 30 minutes to get ready before her first class, technically 20 minutes considering the fact that the once 5-minute walk from her dorm to the university's engineering wing had nearly doubled in length as she grew fatter. 

She sighed, rubbed her eyes groggily, and swung her feet off the side of the bed and to the floor, her porky little toes sinking into the carpet. She had to get dressed. She rushed through a quick shower then stood in her closet wrapped in a towel, her belly poking out so far it was sightly obscuring her view of her own feet. She sighed again, well aware that getting dressed that day would be a herculean task. 

She selected a pair of black leggings, knowing better than to even attempt jeans, dropped her towel, and began to slowly work the fabric up her thick legs, her bare breasts bouncing with each little jump to inch the leggings higher. The seams creaked in protest but held, and Stephanie attempted to suck in while the fat coating her lower half stretched the fabric to translucency. She eventually tugged the leggings up to her hips and stopped for a break, breathing more heavily than she would've liked to admit. The task of dressing herself was beginning to become near impossible, and unless she actually started that diet that she constantly referenced, she was going to have to bite the bullet and purchase plus-sized clothes. 

She rolled her eyes, already anticipating Brent's lustful and besotted reaction to that little piece of news, and flipped through her hangers for an acceptable t-shirt, her leggings still not quite pulled high enough for decency's sake. She decided on a simple grey graphic tee with images of her University's various sports team logos, an ironic choice considering she hadn’t exercised in so long she couldn't remember the last instance, then turned towards the dresser tucked into the back of the closet and extracted a black sports bra from the second drawer. Without Brent's help she had absolutely no shot of contorting her bulging breasts into a real bra, and while she’d selected the largest sports bra she had, there was still no telling if she’d actually be able to get it on. She began the process, immediately getting stuck as she tried to work her other arms into the tight band of the spandex blend fabric, and a few minutes of struggling later, the bra was finally over both shoulders and rested atop her massive breast, the fabric clearly inadequate for the task of actually covering them. 

She gripped the lower band of the bra with determination and began to pull, hoping against reason that the fabric would magically stretch to accommodate her impressive rack. She pulled the bra as far down as she possibly could, yet again hearing snaps and protests from the overtaxed fabric, and found she was only able to pull the bra low enough to barely cover her nipples. A handful of firm, swollen flesh oozed out of the bottom of either side of the bra and Stephanie threw up her hands in frustration. She couldn't be late today (although her clothing options seemed to suggest that she had no chance of an on-time arrival) due to a quiz in her circuit theory course, both herself and Brent students in the mechanical engineering program. Brent always met her there after leaving straight from his earlier class, and he’d be concerned if she didn't arrive a few minutes early to go over their last notes. 

She sighed again then changed her course of action, grabbing each meaty breast with both hands and lifting them over the confining fabric of the bra, essentially stuffing herself into it. This meant that instead of her boobs spilling out of the undergarments bottoms, they were pouring over the top, a look so salacious and scandalous at her size that a brief glance in the mirror left her blushing. She hoisted her leggings a bit higher and grabbed the gray t-shirt she’d selected, already sticking one arm through when her phone began to buzz.

She stopped and grabbed it, expecting to see Brent's name and pleasantly surprised to see that the contact in question was actually Taylor, a friend of hers whose soft, ample body likely brought about plenty of the same issues that Stephanie faced. She’d known Taylor for a while, another student enrolled in the mechanical engineering program, and while Taylor had certainly never been thin, since meeting her boyfriend Thomas she'd positively exploded, gaining weight even more quickly than Stephanie had. 

Thomas was a sweet guy who Brent got along with well, meaning the two couples enjoyed plenty of double dates, but watching Thomas with Taylor gave Stephanie an eerily familiar feeling. The portion sizes he bought for Taylor, the way he couldn't take his eyes off her belly and growing body, the way his hands always found themselves gravitating to Taylor's plump belly, it was all textbook feeder behavior. They’d never discussed it, Stephanie politely averting her gaze or changing the subject when evidence too compelling was provided, but Thomas was clearly as infatuated with Taylor's growth as Brent was infatuated with Stephanie’s. 

Having a friend and ally in her increasingly piggish habits and growing appetite was a dream come true, and the bigger the two of them became, the more time they spent with one another. With their class schedules and eating habits aligning so closely, Taylor had become the person that Stephanie spent the most time with outside of Brent, and the two girls knew each other well enough at this point to feel comfortable complaining about their respective daily struggles to clothe themselves approximately. 

“Hello?” Stephanie answered.....

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POV: Your Feedee Girlfriend Auditions for A Weight Loss Show

Do I really have to answer all these questions about my weight gain? This is so humiliating....

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Literal music to my ears<3

Feedee Hypnosis for Rapid Weight Gain

DISCLAIMER/WARNING: Please don’t listen to this audio if you’re not looking to gain weight!!! I’ve been lucky enough to have the chance to try it with a feedee friend who’d been stuck in plateau for over a month, and after 3 weeks of consistent use her plateau has definitelyyyy ended (hopefully she’ll let me share before and after pics eventually lol).

I was hesitant to share this at first because I wasn’t sure how effective hypnosis could actually be, but she reassured me it’s really about the encouragement and consistent reinforcement sinking into your subconscious (which honestly kinda makes sense to me) so here we are lol.

Either way, I hope it’s a calming, fun listen, and please let me know if you think the audio impacted you at all!!

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Feedee Hypnosis for Rapid Weight Gain

DISCLAIMER/WARNING: Please don’t listen to this audio if you’re not looking to gain weight!!! I’ve been lucky enough to have the chance to try it with a feedee friend who’d been stuck in plateau for over a month, and after 3 weeks of consistent use her plateau has definitelyyyy ended (hopefully she’ll let me share before and after pics eventually lol).

I was hesitant to share this at first because I wasn’t sure how effective hypnosis could actually be, but she reassured me it’s really about the encouragement and consistent reinforcement sinking into your subconscious (which honestly kinda makes sense to me) so here we are lol.

Either way, I hope it’s a calming, fun listen, and please let me know if you think the audio impacted you at all!!

*For more audios like this or your own personalized weight gain encouragement/teasing POV, you can check out my Patreon! I have a ton of tier options for whatever you may be looking for, and you can also find weight gain audios from both feedee and feeder perspectives, weight gain stories, weight gain series, weight gain role play, and more! Thanks so much for listening:)*

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Your Roommate is Fattening You Up

Even with all of your roommates' less-than-subtle encouragement, even with the way they enable you because they know you can't turn down a meal, all that blubber weighing you down is still your fault.

You’re the one who can take down an entire pizza and still want more. You’re the one who's been eating yourself into obesity like you're trying to fatten up for winter. You’re the pig getting big enough to take home the blue ribbon at the county fair. And you still stuff your face like there won’t be any consequences.

You still let your roommate fill you up and then tease you about that belly, poking and probing you while you burp and moan because you overdid it as usual.....

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A Fattening Friendship (WG Story)

“The diet starts tomorrow,” Stephanie promised near indiscernibly, her chubby cheeks crammed full of an oversized bite of the half-eaten cake in front of her. “I promise,“ she continued, a spattering of crumbs spewing from her plump lips. “This is just so *urrrrp* good.”

Brent rolled his eyes and pushed the edge of the plate closer, well aware that the difference of a few centimeters had absolutely no standing on if the swollen, greedy girl in front of him would finish her dessert. She would. Stephanie wouldn't let a thing stop her from devouring the entire frosted confection despite what she’d promised herself, and the next massive bite that coated the corners of her mouth in a fresh layer of whipped buttercream only served to emphasize that point. 

“That's what you always say,” Brent reminded her gently, a smile easing its way onto his face as he watched his greedy girlfriend cram herself with more calories than most people eat in a day. “You always say the diet’s gonna start tomorrow, and it never does.”

Stephanie swallowed again and groaned, resting a chubby hand on her rounded, protruding gut that was clearly aching from how full she’d stuffed herself. She stifled a burp and took another bite, this time moaning as soon as she began to chew. Brent, well aware that his overfed lover was reaching her limit, reached out and placed a gentle hand on the curve of her belly, even the light touch increasing the intensity of her overstuffed exclamations. He began to rub her gut in slow, oscillating circles, bringing his hand up to the firm, fatty crest of her belly and then back down to the jiggling hang that had lately begun to succumb to gravity, wobbling itself free of all of her undersized shirts the minute she tried to take a step. 

She’d been indulging like a woman possessed as of late, and the last few months had done obviously irreparable damage to her figure. She was steadily ballooning, slowly blimping up as if being inflated with a steady stream of lard, and her clothes were beginning to lose their battle with the wobbling layer of fat coating the girl's entire frame. Her thighs had grown surprisingly thick and were beginning to transform her (admittedly already quite slow) walk into a bit of a waddle. She struggled to move each cellulite-dimpled thigh past each other, and as waddling around became more of a chore, she participated in it less and less, that newfound laziness another major reason she’d piled on so much weight. 

The new growth of her thighs was necessary to support how wide her ass had become, and the combination of the fat-laden, jiggling cheeks and the swollen, unwieldy thighs made squeezing into any of her jeans near impossible. She refused to buy larger sizes, her insistence that the diet would start tomorrow an assertion that she was clearly unprepared to relinquish, but that mentality was leading her to the kinds of embarrassing situations that made Brent rock hard at the very thought. 

She would cram her lower half into a pair of too-small jeans, doing her best to suck in, hold her breath, and force the unwilling button closed, and then inspect herself in the mirror, marveling at how her fatty love handles puffed over the top of her waistband. The pants would cut into her so deeply she’d be left with angry red lines across her middle, lines that were exposed as soon as she’d eaten enough to require an unfastening. Sometimes, when her gluttony got the best of her, she found herself compelled unable to stop, Brent’s encouragements murmured gently in her ears while his hands jiggled and caressed her ever-growing body. She would cram herself fuller and fuller, the pain in her middle only increasing as her pants grew tighter until the button would finally give, the muted pop and clatter of the fallen button entirely ignored by her lust drunk man in favor of the way her belly surged forward and pushed into her lap, someone still jiggling although she was full to bursting. These were the kinds of things that Brent couldn't handle, and always resulted in a premature end to the feeding session so that Brent could address Stephanie’s other needs. 

Stephanie's shirts typically fared no better than her pants, and the bottom of her ball-like bell was always sticking out of her tops and leaving a significant strip of exposed skin that only served to make her appear even fatter than she already was. In terms of the integrity of her tops, however, her belly was the least of her concerns. The bouncy, heaving shelf of her cleavage was the real impediment to properly fitting attire, and her recent gain had only made the situation more exaggerated. 

Her attempts to squash her enormous tits into bras and tank tops that couldn't handle a fraction of her true cup size left her with dramatically emphasized cleavage, and the way her tits spilled over her neckline and wobbled at her every movement was nothing less than mesmerizing. 

She’d begun to rely on sports bras more than the traditional clasps, not just because the sports bras allowed for slightly more appropriate outfits, but also because fastening the clasps of her regular bras was beginning to become impossible, her swelling rolls of back fat leaving her dependant on Brents help. He would push her onto the bed, positioned behind her with one hand on each side of the struggling bra as if holding reins, and make an often unsuccessful attempt to pull the clasps towards each other, grunting from the effort of attempt to squish her massive chest into undergarments that she’d outgrown more than 40 pounds ago. 

Her breasts, unlike her belly, had yet to lose their battle with gravity, and were somehow impossibly perky despite their overwhelming heft. Stephanie's hopes of throwing together appropriate outfits were always squashed by the weight of her massive tits, and the bigger she got, the tighter and tighter her shirts were beginning to grow. She was making a spectacle of herself at this point, and the oddly alluring draw of her fattening, jiggling body waddling along as her tits and belly bounced in union was almost impossible to look away from. She felt the stares, the shock, and the attention whenever she left the house as if it were physically palpable, and the humiliation of the awareness that everyone was looking at her, judging her, and watching her grow fatter, was what motivated her little unfilled daily promise, much to Brent’s amusement. 

He loved the way that her growing appetite was making it impossible for her to commit to the healthier lifestyle she swore she really wanted, and as he fed her more and more, the chances of her ever dropping all the extra weight she packed on diminished significantly. While he hadn't been aware of his true attraction until he met Stephanie, watched her grow, and finally felt the curve of her belly that first, life-altering occasion, Brent's drive to keep Stephanie as stuffed as possible had somehow outgrown hers. Her gluttony was nothing in the face of his desire, and the bigger she got, the more enamored Brent was becoming with every wobbling inch of her body. 

She was growing in ways he never could’ve expected or anticipated, and he often found himself staring at her while she stuffed herself silly with an intensity usually reserved for memorization. He was trying to memorize her, in a way. He wanted to enjoy every stage of her gain, every size her body became, and that was difficult the more quickly she began to blow up. It was as if he awoke next to a new woman each day, and that heavier, thicker woman became his new standard of beauty. That cycle only made Brent's overall affection for Stephanie grow, and as their bond deepened, Stephanie acquiesced to his feeding more often, allowing him to pick her meals and portions and giving up on any protest aside from her empty threat of the next morning's healthy new diet. 

That slow, subconscious acceptance was helping Stephanie pork up in ways neither she nor Brent had ever considered, and her chubby little sausage fingers, thickening ankles, plush, fatty calves, soft, jiggling upper arms, and growing double chin all served to reveal the truth of exactly how large she’d become. Brent still found himself occasionally growing shy and flustered in the face of Stephanie's gluttony and her perfect, swollen body, and she found it sweet just how easily he became tongue-tied in her presence. They‘d fallen for each other, hard, and that fall seemed, at least for the time being, to be perpetual. An endless rabbit hole into which they both dropped deeper and deeper, into which they both began to lose sight of reality in favor of the warm, cozy sensation of breath on neck and flesh on flesh. 

She took another enormous bite as Brent continued to work his hands over her body, unable to stop himself from the temptation of briefly cupping one of her heavy breasts and giving it a quick jiggle before returning to the task of soothing his girlfriend's aching, tight belly. Despite her obvious discomfort she didn't slow down, and the cake Brent had selected for her from the grocery store with enough slices to feed 6 people, (comparatively small when displayed next to the larger sheet cakes on offer yet nearly triple the calories a girl as fat as Stephanie should be consuming in a single day) was disappearing just as steadily as it had been her first few bites. 

She finally crammed in the last forkful, nearly gasping from the pressure in her middle, and Brent exhaled heavily, want rising within him like the afternoon tide. He didn't even know it was possible to be reared to go as consistently as Stephanie made him feel, and on more than one occasion he’d nearly lost control of himself in public, forcing himself to concentrate in order to avoid an obvious hard-on. In the comfort of their on-campus apartment, however, he was free to make his thoughts on Stephanie’s growth and gluttony more than obvious, and as he continued to rub her gut her breathing quickened, making a coy smile flash across Brent's face. 

“You ok baby?” he murmured as if he were unaware of the source of her discomfort. “What's wrong my little piggy? Did you overdo it? Did you eat too much?”

Stephanie opened her mouth to respond but was immediately interrupted by a massive burp and simply groaned louder, the pressure of Brent's hands increasing. He pressed into the side of her gut and produced another loud burp, then smacked the center of the wobbling, round ball of adipose attached to her middle, Stephanie's groans only increasing in pitch. 

“C’mon baby, let's get you to bed,” he cooed, already standing and extending both hands to the overfed fatty. 

Stephanie was nowhere near fat enough to struggle with simple mobility tasks like standing under normal circumstances, but when she was stuffed like this she relied upon Brent for everything, leaning on him heavily to so much as waddle down the hallway. He grabbed her pudgy hands in his and grunted with effort as he hauled her to her feet, a task that was expending more and more energy for him these days, and began their slow plod to the bedroom, Stephanie's groans punctuating each step. 

The next day she awoke in silence, the previous night's debauchery cleared from her memory entirely until she attempted to sit up. She looked down in shock, feeling the weight of her belly pressing against her upper thighs and placing a hand on its bulging crest in shock. She often felt she looked larger the day after a particularly caloric stuffing, but this was beyond any overnight growth she’d ever experienced. Sudden influxes in extra flab were certainly something Stephanie was used to, especially after a week or two of stagnation despite never reducing her daily intake of junk food and sweets, but the way her gut was surging forward and completely obscuring the tight pink and red panties she swore made her feel like she’d gained ten pounds overnight. 

She lifted her gut in both hands and dropped it, equally confused and fascinated by the immediate jiggly that left her whole body, particularly her barely contained tits, shaking for several seconds. She’d woken up alone as she always did on Thursday when Brent had an 8am class, and it was no surprise that she’d forgotten to set her alarm last night. The stuffing followed by multiple rounds of pleasure brought on by Brent had worn her out entirely, and she’d fallen asleep the moment her head hit the pillow. That lack of foreplanning had caused her to wake up later than she anticipated, and when she grabbed her phone from the bedside table and clicked it to life she was disappointed to see that she had only 30 minutes to get ready before her first class, technically 20 minutes considering the fact that the once 5-minute walk from her dorm to the universities engineering wing had nearly doubled in length as she grew fatter. 

She sighed, rubbed her eyes groggily, and swung her feet off the side of the bed and to the floor, her porky little toes sinking into the carpet. She had to get dressed. She rushed through a quick shower then stood in her closet wrapped in a towel, her belly poking out so far it was sightly obscuring her view of her own feet. She sighed again, well aware that getting dressed that day would be a herculean task. 

She selected a pair of black leggings, knowing better than to even attempt jeans, dropped her towel, and began to slowly work the fabric up her thick legs, her bare breasts bouncing with each little jump to inch the leggings higher. The seams creaked in protest but held, and Stephanie attempted to suck in while the fat coating her lower half stretched the fabric to translucency. She eventually tugged the leggings up to her hips and stopped for a break, breathing more heavily than she would've liked to admit. The task of dressing herself was beginning to become near impossible, and unless she actually started that diet that she constantly referenced, she was going to have to bite the bullet and purchase plus-sized clothes. 

She rolled her eyes, already anticipating Brent's lustful and besotted reaction to that little piece of news, and flipped through her hangers for an acceptable t-shirt, her leggings still not quite pulled high enough for decency's sake. She decided on a simple grey graphic tee with images of her University's various sports team logos, an ironic choice considering she hadn’t exercised in so long she couldn't remember the last instance, then turned towards the dresser tucked into the back of the closet and extracted a black sports bra from the second drawer. Without Brent's help she had absolutely no shot of contorting her bulging breasts into a real bra, and while she’d selected the largest sports bra she had, there was still no telling if she’d actually be able to get it on. She began the process, immediately getting stuck as she tried to work her other arms into the tight band of the spandex blend fabric, and a few minutes of struggling later, the bra was finally over both shoulders and rested atop her massive breast, the fabric clearly inadequate for the task of actually covering them. 

She gripped the lower band of the bra with determination and began to pull, hoping against reason that the fabric would magically stretch to accommodate her impressive rack. She pulled the bra as far down as she possibly could, yet again hearing snaps and protests from the overtaxed fabric, and found she was only able to pull the bra low enough to barely cover her nipples. A handful of firm, swollen flesh oozed out of the bottom of either side of the bra and Stephanie threw up her hands in frustration. She couldn't be late today (although her clothing options seemed to suggest that she had no chance of an on-time arrival) due to a quiz in her circuit theory course, both herself and Brent students in the mechanical engineering program. Brent always met her there after leaving straight from his earlier class, and he’d be concerned if she didn't arrive a few minutes early to go over their last notes. 

She sighed again then changed her course of action, grabbing each meaty breast with both hands and lifting them over the confining fabric of the bra, essentially stuffing herself into it. This meant that instead of her boobs spilling out of the undergarments bottoms, they were pouring over the top, a look so salacious and scandalous at her size that a brief glance in the mirror left her blushing. She hoisted her leggings a bit higher and grabbed the gray t-shirt she’d selected, already sticking one arm through when her phone began to buzz.

She stopped and grabbed it, expecting to see Brent's name and pleasantly surprised to see that the contact in question was actually Taylor, a friend of hers whose soft, ample, body likely brought about plenty of the same issues that Stephanie faced. She’d known Taylor for a while, another student enrolled in the mechanical engineering program, and while Taylor had certainly never been thin, since meeting her boyfriend Thomas she'd positively exploded, gaining weight even more quickly than Stephanie had. 

Thomas was a sweet guy who Brent got along with well, meaning the two couples enjoyed plenty of double dates, but watching Thomas with Taylor gave Stephanie an eerily familiar feeling. The portion sizes he bought for Taylor, the way he couldn't take his eyes off her belly and growing body, the way his hands always found themselves gravitating to Taylor's plump belly, it was all textbook feeder behavior. They’d never discussed it, Stephanie politely averting her gaze or changing the subject when evidence too compelling was provided, but Thomas was clearly as infatuated with Taylor's growth as Brent was infatuated with Stephanie’s. 

Having a friend and ally in her increasingly piggish habits and growing appetite was a dream come true, and the bigger the two of them became, the more time they spent with one another.......

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POV: Your Feeder Encourages You

Look at yourself. You’ve done, so so well. You’ve grown so huge. You should be proud of yourself every time you finish another stuffing. Every time you shove down thousands of calories that are going to turn to more soft, heavy fat bulging over your waistband. Every time you gorge yourself you make those developing rolls pudgier and fluffier, doesn't that make you feel so good? Doesn't it make you hungry? I bet it does. I bet it makes you just want to eat, and eat, and eat until you can't take anymore. Until you’ve pushed yourself so far past your capacity that you’re beached on the couch trapped underneath the weight of your own belly, grunting and groaning while you rub your engorged, overinflated gut and pant from the exertion of making yourself even fatter. 

Just do what you really want. It's easy. It’ll feel so good to wake up each morning in a bigger and bigger body, to need more and more strength just to waddle yourself from one room to the other with your gut shaking with every ponderous step. The fat piled all over your body jiggling uncontrollably, your tubby little feet stomping unnecessarily because of how heavy you’ve become. Because of how enormous you’ve made yourself. 

Don’t worry about what people will say. What people will think. You already know exactly what they think. They think you’re a bloated tub of lard with no self-control. They think you couldn't stop pigging out if you wanted to, that you’re a slave to your fast food addiction. They think you can’t help yourself. They think you’re gonna eat yourself into morbid obesity if you aren't careful. And they're right. With me encouraging you and enabling you, we both know your gain isn't going to slow down. We both know that belly is going to keep rounding out, keep protruding forward onto those fat thighs and jiggling far longer than it should when you slap it......

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POV: Your Girlfriend Got Fat at Her Bakery Job

I just can't stop eating all these free pastries....

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Feedee POV: You're the Baker's Favorite Customer

You know I appreciate your loyalty, but you've really been packing it on...

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POV: You’re Almost Immobile and Your Feeder is Fed Up

This is what you wanted, right? To be a pile of blubber pinned to the bed by your own overfed gut? Well, it’s what you’re gonna get…. (text version below)

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Hey babe, I made you a salad like we talked about, and before you say anything, I know-

What are you doing?

No, what are you doing, what were you just buying?

Because I recognize the Amazon logo when I see it? 

Oh, don't play dumb, it was on the screen for like, 10 seconds after you heard me walk in, you know your fat little fingers aren't quick enough to close the tab before I saw. What were you ordering?

It was not nothing! You were buying something, show me. 

Because it's been like two weeks of trying to get you to eat healthier and you’ve been cheating on your diet at every possible turn, I know you were getting some type of food or something.

Oh, you were? Yea right, lemme see. Lemme see!

Do you forget we share an account? I’m just gonna go on my phone and check what you put in the cart.

Oh now you have protests, I knew it was something. No, I’m gonna check, I don't care what you...you can't be serious.

Babe, you can't be serious. I was expecting you to be trying to buy more snack multi-packs. Bulking protein powder? Weight gain powder. 

Yes it is weight gain powder, we both know you aren't starting your fitness journey. You can barely waddle to the fridge anymore, even with my help.

The fact that you’re doing this behind my back when I’m trying to get some of this weight off you so you can actually leave the bed for once, this is so… it's so… it's crazy! It's insane that you’re lying, and it's even more insane that you’re actually trying to gain more weight. Look at yourself! You’re just a mound of blubber, you literally can't go anywhere or do anything without my help and you wanna gain more weight? More? When you’ve gained hundreds of pounds since I've known you?

Oh don’t give me that shit, stop deflecting. Yea, I encouraged you in the beginning, but you loved all this just as much as I did. You were already curious about all this and I just helped you lean into it, but that was then. That was back when you just had a little gut and you ordered two fast food meals at a time, that was when you could still go for a walk, still fit in the car. When you were a regular person. And you went from chubby, to fat, to obese, to fucking enormous so quickly I could barely blink.

Lecture you? I’m not lecturing you! And honestly, somebody needs to! Are you actually that addicted to stuffing your face and piling on blubber that you’re ordering weight gain powder behind my back when I’m just trying to help you?

And, and what was even your plan? Honestly, tell me what your plan was, cause we both know I do everything for you. We both know you’re way too heavy to waddle to the front door to get the package on your own, much less navigate all that bulk around the kitchen while you tried to make your little drink. We both know it takes my full strength just to help you struggle to your feet and even that's not enough anymore. I’ve been hitting the gym like crazy but you’re just getting too fat for me to even help you, what am I supposed to do with that?

You’re a pig.

No, I don’t mean it in a hot way, read the fucking room! 

I'm yelling cause I’m angry, you act like just because I’m basically your full-time caretaker at this point that I can’t get angry. You’ve been…consumed. I'm serious. Consumed entirely by your greed and your appetite, literally and figuratively. All you think about anymore is food. We never have a conversation that doesn't revolve around you begging for more like an overfed pet looking for treats, it's clearly all you think about! It's all you want! You used to have hobbies, you used to have interests. Now all you have, all you are, is fat. It's taken over your brain. 

And don't get me started on your body. When you agreed to all this in the beginning you said you’d gain 30 pounds max. 30 pounds! Does this look like 30 pounds to you? Do all of these swollen rolls of fat piled on your sides that slope into that bulging, overfed gut that literally pushes past your knees look like 30 pounds to you? You have fat rolls on your thighs and your arms, you have a triple chin and no neck, you barely even look like a person anymore. You look like a pile of lard someone poured onto that bed and forgot about, that's how you look. 

Oh my god, it doesn't matter what I like! It doesn't matter what my fantasies are, this is about your health. This is about your life! You don't even have one anymore, you just live to eat. You don't do anything that's not in the pursuit of getting more food, you don't say anything that isn't about more food, hell at this point I doubt you even have thoughts that aren't about food. I bet even your dreams are about food, I bet you dream about stuffing your face until you literally explode. That's how bad it's gotten. Until you're just a ball of fat with tubby arms and legs poking out of you. 

You do, don't you? 

What do you mean acting mad, I am mad. 

I did not want this! I didn't want this. 

Well…well, yea sometimes I'd tell you my fantasies about it. Sometimes we’d roleplay scenarios like this, pretend like you’d gotten too fat to move, but that's all it was supposed to be! Fantasies. Pretend. And I’ve tried to be supportive at whatever size you are but now I can't live my life because I have to take care of you. And it's not that I mind so much, I mean, you know I love you, but the fact that you agreed to reign it in a little, agreed to lose a few pounds to at least try and get your health under control, and you were just lying to me. And going behind my back. And the whole time you literally wouldn't be able to survive without me, you can't even get up! You can't even stand for a few seconds without starting to breathe all heavy, you can’t take a couple steps without your heart starting to race! And it was never about anything but your health, everything I do is always for you. Always. So yea, I’m mad. 

 Cause it's selfish. At the end of the day, that's what it is. 

Well, what else would you call it? Someone who doesn't care about their own well-being is one thing, but the fact that you clearly don't care about mine either? That you want me to throw out my back trying to help you waddle to the bathroom because you’re addicted to stuffing your fat face? 

Stage 4 morbid obesity. That's what the doctor said, stage 4. He told you you were too fat for surgery, too fat for any medical intervention. He said if you don’t start losing weight it'll be either a heart attack or diabetes that takes you out, and you still can't control yourself. 

No, no, and it's more than a loss of control, you’re still actively trying to get bigger! It’s not like I caught you sneaking candy again, or ordering fast food, you were trying to buy gainer shakes. You were trying to buy something that doesn't even taste that good just cause it'll get you fatter faster. This is so- i'm getting madder the more i think about it, have you actually lost your mind? 

No, no, that's a genuine question, have you?

Don’t get all red now, I want you to answer me. You’re real bold when you order gainer shakes that you knew I'd have to make for you, so be bold now, please. 

Nothing? Of course. 

Do you know how much I've spent on fat-proofing this house for you? The fatter you got, the more I had to do. First it was replacing all the arms with chairs, then it was buying studier wood, then moving us into the downstairs bedroom so you didn't have to spend literally 30 minutes struggling up them, huffing and puffing like you were running a marathon while your entire body jiggled uncontrollably. I mean god, it's one flight! You broke the toilet seat, you actually cracked the sink trying to plop your belly into it so you could reach into the medicine cabinet, and obviously the most expensive and pointless thing was the frickin couch. I had to replace it with an extra wide model with a galvanized steel frame, then you got even fatter and decided you never wanna leave the bed. 

Our bed, by the way. 

Yes, it is necessary to clarify, cause I don't even get to use it anymore. You’re getting so close to the weight limit that I can't even sleep with you at night, I have to sleep upstairs or on the couch I spent a fortune on for your fat ass. And that doesn't even take into account the fact that I spend my day waiting on you hand and foot like you're some sort of plump, pampered royalty, it's seriously messed up.

You didn't know I felt this way cause you never asked. All this, all this and you still wanna go behind my back and try to pile on more lard. Look at yourself! How is it not enough? How are you not satisfied? If you get any bigger you're gonna stop fitting through the doors. The frames already brush against your sides whenever I have to help you up. And there's no chance you could go sideways, that hanging gut bulges out so far you’d get wedged like an overfed fucking pig, and we both know you couldn't suck in if you tried. Soon I'm going to have to start buttering up your rolls just to get you out of this room, much less this house. 

I don't even know what to say to you right now. 

What? Are you serious? This has to be some super hilarious attempt at a joke right? You’re just trying to be funny?

Why the fuck would you ask me for food right now. Why the fuck would you listen to everything I just told you and the first thing that comes out of your puffy, overstuffed face is to ask me for food. 

No you’re not hungry!

Cause you haven't been hungry in years, you eat so constantly that you don’t even have the chance.

Please? Please? You’re actually begging me for food right now. Begging me instead of acknowledging how much of a problem it is that you have to ask me for food because you can't get up of your own free will and get it yourself. 

You’re such a greedy, porky whale, you’re so fucking fat. You’re such a pig, I can't even believe you right now.

You know what? Fine. Fine, I will get you some food, let's get you a huge portion like you always get.....

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Feedee POV: You Know You Could Finish it All

Wow. what a greedy, overfed little piggy. You’ve been doing so well lately, have you? Eating so much, pushing yourself past your limits just to stretch that bloated gut further and further. It's very impressive. Very impressive. You've managed to dwarf the rest of the body behind all that lard rounding out your middle, which is really saying something considering the rest of you is anything but thin. Fat arms, a double chin, a jawline swallowed by blubber and transformed into a double chin. And I barely noticed any of it on first glance because of that enormous, overfed gut. 

You don’t know when to stop, do you? You just feed yourself until you can’t take it anymore, until you’re beached on the couch and barely able to move. 

Everyone's noticed, you know. And I do mean everyone. Your coworkers have seen how much you can put away, hell, even strangers notice. They stop and stare for a second at the piggy waddling around in clothes so tight they can see every roll of fat encircling their body, every dimple of cellulite parking the soft, plush fat that jiggles uncontrollably whenever you move. Your belly draws so much attention to you, doesn't it? Almost as much as your eating habits. 

Your capacity is expanding, isn't it? Admit it. Admit that you’ve been such a good little porker, that you eat everything in front of you just because you’re that desperate to feel your skin stretching when you’ve gone too far. I think you could do more. I really think you could. A large pizza and an order of parmesan bread bites really isn't that much food, I think we both know you could take it down if you pushed yourself. I mean, look at the size of you. Look at how round and heavy that gut is, I think we both know you have room for it. 

It's not like you’re not accustomed to eating thousands of calories in a single sitting, right? Everybody who knows you is well aware of that, your partner more acutely than anyone. The way they encourage you is only adding to all that lard coating your body, it's only making you swell faster and faster. They think it's cute what a greedy little porker you are, they love fattening you up like a prized pig just to see the way it makes you react. That’s sweet. They see you as a perfect, swollen sow that’s gonna win them the prize at the county fair, and you can't get enough of it, can you?

All that attention is certainly accelerating your gain. The way they always push you to order more and more food, the way they call you a good little cow while they rub your belly when you groan about how stuffed you are. They like to watch you get fatter because they know how much you enjoy it, how good you feel when you look in the mirror and realize you’re fatter than the day before. 

It's always a jarring realization, isn't it? When someone as big as you are is as constantly bloated as you always are, sometimes it's not so easy to see the day-to-day progress. You eat, and eat, and eat, and tell yourself that it's just bloat until you finally look in the mirror and acknowledge what everybody else already knows. You’re inflating. You’re blowing up like a balloon, waddling like a pig while that massive belly quakes with each laborious step. 

You know how big you are. You feel it. All that heavy blubber weighing you down. So let's revisit that order, shall we? I think you’re lying to yourself. I think you have the room to stuff it all down at once. 

What's a measly large pizza with parmesan bites? Have you checked out the calorie count of your favorite meal? Are you aware of what a good porker you’d be if you could finish the whole thing? How proud you would feel when you finally took that last bite, breathless from how bloated you’ve made yourself with your giant piggish gut bulging into the air? It's only 290 calories per serving. That's not so bad, right? Although, the entire large is 8 full servings. But you couldn't possibly be satisfied with one tiny piece, that’s just not enough for you. You’re a growing piggy, you need much more than that to feel full. 

And 290 times 8, do you wanna do that math? It's alright. I'll do it for you. 2,320 calories for the whole thing. That’s more calories than most people eat in a single day, and that's just half of one of your meals. Half. We haven't even calculated the parmesan bites yet. That little side is 230 calories per piece. With an average of 8 pieces, that's another 1,840 calories. Again, more than a fit, healthy person would eat in a day. And you’re almost at the point that you can devour both grease-covered items entirely. That's 4,160 calories in a single meal. Wow. And that’s not even including the sugary drink I'm sure you guzzle to wash down all that greasy dough.

You’re doing so well, but you’d be doing even better if you could finish it. C’mon. Just push yourself. You know you can. You know you want to. You already finish the entire thing, you just can't finish in one sitting. Or so you claim. 

Next time you make the order, give it a try. When you feel like you can't take it anymore, have your partners rub your belly until you’ve forced out enough burps to make room for a little more, and a little more, and a little more. You know you can take it. Imagine what it would feel like, what it would do to you. You’d be the biggest you’ve ever been, you’d be stuck on the couch like a whale with your enormous gut rising and falling in time to your overstuffed huffs and puffs. And the weight would pile on so much more quickly. As soon as you're able to take all that, your capacity will expand. You’ll be able to shove down more, and more, and more. And all that weight will pile on even faster.

C’mon. Don't you wanna break another chair? Don’t you want more stares, more comments? Don’t you want to finally burst all the outgrown clothes you still somehow force that porky, oversized body into? I know you do. 

So why don't you order some delivery and get busy. 

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POV: Your Pudgy Friend Won't Admit She Got Fat

I could button my pants if I wanted to! I'm just a little bloated....

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Hey! I was just about to get a snack, do you want something?

What’s that supposed to mean? 

You said “Of course you are,” what did you mean by that?

Yea, I eat a lot of snacks, I love snacks. So what?

What? Are you serious? I have not. 

I have not been gaining weight lately, what's even making you say that?

For a while? You have not been thinking this for a while, you’re being crazy. 

What? No, no, my pants are just unbuttoned cause I just ate lunch, I’m really full. Sue me for being comfortable, I guess. 

Well, just because I just ate lunch doesn't mean I can't get a snack, what sense does that make? They’re snacks, you’re supposed to eat them between meals. 

You’re just trying to be funny, right? Is this like a TikTok prank or something? 

No, you’re denying it way too hard, it definitely is. I know I’m not fat, I've eaten like this my whole life and I've never gotten fat. All these prank trends are way too obvious.

Oh my god, you’re really gonna stick to it? What are you like, filming this? You are, aren't you? Where’s the camera?

What do you mean look at myself? I told you, I'm a little bloated, that's why my stomach is sticking out like that. God, you’ve never heard of a food baby?

It's not that my pants are too tight, I just wanna be comfortable. And the button was like digging into me, I could barely breathe for real. 

Oh my god, you're repeating yourself. I said it's cause I just ate! I had like, a huge lunch, and a really big breakfast, same as I always do. 

Why does it matter what I had? Pancakes and waffles, the same thing I always eat for breakfast.

Yes both, you know I can never decide. 

No that wasn't it. I had like, sides too. 

Just some bacon and eggs! Oh and some sausage. And a cinnamon roll. Plus I got these frozen breakfast sandwiches from the store that are sooo good, you have to try them. I had a couple of those too.

I mean, it's not really a lot. I guess like, for some people, but I have a really fast metabolism. I always have, it's how I stay skinny without having to diet or exercise. 

I am too skinny! People have always said that about me. 

The last time someone…I don't know! I don't, like, keep track of when people say things to me you weirdo. I'm sure it was recently. Everybody at my old job said that, like, every day before I went remote a year ago.

That's when I started getting fat? Yea, yea ok, pranks over. You can pull the camera out from wherever you hid it cause I’m not falling for this. I don't even get the point of this joke. Wait, how are you filming this? Your phone’s in your hand, what are you even using?

You’re being weird… are you trying to, like, neg me or something? *What, do you, like, have a crush on me?

Dude, stop saying I got fat! It's getting annoying. 

Why are you bringing up last weekend, what does that have to do with-

Oh my Godddd. I explained that to you then, the dryer has been, like, messing up all my clothes and that's why all my party dresses were too tight. It had nothing to do with me. 

Yes, the dryer! The dryer has been running a lot of my stuff recently, I even started getting stuff dry cleaned and it's all still shrinking. I swear clothes are so cheap nowadays, everything is, like, terrible quality. I gotta start buying nicer stuff.

Denial? Denial about what? There’s nothing to be in denial about, I'm as thin as I've always been. 

Yea, I eat ice cream every night, a lot of people do. Have you ever heard of dessert? And like I said, I have a fast metabolism. I couldn't gain weight even if I tried. 

It is not the entire pint! I mean, most nights anyways. Sometimes I finish a pint, but I might as well enjoy it while I'm still young and I can eat like this with no consequences. 

Why are you laughing?

No, no, what’s funny?

I am not delusional! Ok, this was like, weird at first, but now you just sound jealous. 

No you do, it's like you're jealous I can eat whatever I want without gaining weight. Well, sorry I have good genetics. Like, I don't know what you want me to say. 

Oh my god, you’re dragging it at this point, a belly? I don't have a belly. I told you, I'm bloated. 

Yea, I could button up my pants if I wanted to!

Yea, I could!

Fine.....

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POV: Your Feeder is Concerned About Immobility

Babe, your weight gain has gotten so extreme. It’s really starting to affect your health…

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POV: You Overfed your Girlfriend in Public

Why did I stuff my face like that? I'm so out of control...

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Trixie's Family Reunion-Weight Gain Story

When Trixie's feeder Justin finally convinces her to attended her family reunion after three years of pigging out, the now unrecognizable porker has quite a bit of explaining to do...

After a few hours of tossing and turning in a bed that squealed its protests to its hefty new guest with each laborious movement, Trixie finally reached for her phone, her mind already formulating her next text to Justin. She’d waddled up the stairs as quickly as she could after being dismissed but Justin had stayed in the living room to bond with her father, sending her adorably excited little updates about how her father appreciated the bottle of whiskey and had given Justin a tour of his own collection. 

They sat watching baseball as the smells of her mother's cooking floated up the stairs, but knowing that her sister would be there any second made Trixie feel the need to interrupt the impromptu bromance quickly forming between her boyfriend and her father so that she could press him for information. 

‘Can you come upstairs pls?’ She typed. ‘I need to talk to u’

‘whats wrong babe?’ Justin sent back quickly, Trixie knowing him well enough to know that he didn't want to leave. 

‘Pls just come,’ she responded a bit dryly, and moments later heard Justin making quick work of the stairs, a notable juxtaposition from the several minutes of wobbling, huffing, puffing, and panting that had characterized Trixie’s trip up the same set. 

He knocked once, more to make her aware of his arrival than to ask for permission to enter, and his eyes lit up when he saw her, pulling the door behind him. 

“Baby, you look amazing,” he breathed, crossing to the other side of the bed and placing his hands on either side of her perpetually swollen, overfed belly. 

Her body shook at the slight movement and the rolls of back fat that were beginning to encroach her way to her middle quivered uncontrollably, the soft, newly gained flab overstuffing her midsection hypersensitive and therefore undulating at the slightest touch. 

“Babe, stop,” she hissed as if her family could somehow hear the position of his hands from a floor away. 

He immediately stepped back, that coy, slightly lustful smile that usually made her weak in the knees slowly creeping its way onto his face, and held up his hands in innocence. 

“What?” he asked, his grin intensifying. “I can't tell my beautiful girlfriend that she looks good?”

“Not now you can't,” Trixie protested, placing both hands on the mattress in preparation to lift herself into a sitting position. “We have to talk about-”

She paused, straining as she realized that the combination of her weakened muscles and her insistence that Justin stop at a drive-through every few hours on their way down had left her too fat and too full to lift herself up. She struggled for a moment, pinkening as her flab-coated body wobbled with effort, then fell back to the bed with an unceremonious crash, the spindly and clearly weakening frame making its protests obviously known. She reddened further at the loud, unmistakable noise, praying that it had been more of a creak and less of a crack, and huffed lightly as she tried to catch her breath, realizing in the moment just how much larger she was since the last time she’d stayed in that room. 

It was one thing to be aware of her weight, to know that the number had increased by a quantity that would've been unfathomable to her in her thin days, but to laying there helplessly with her gut protruding into the air and the blubber covering her entire overstuffed body shaking as she tested the limits of the bed frame truly put the entire situation into a new perspective. 

Justin had turned her into a blob, a blob too fat to be recognized by her own mother. An overfed, out-of-control glutton who didn't have a hope of even getting out of bed by herself, much less of losing all the weight she’d piled onto her body. In fact, weight loss, or at least the discussion of it, was the reason she’d called Justin up in the first place, although his timing was convenient given she clearly needed his help to heave herself up without smashing the bed frame beneath her. She also needed to go over what they would say at the dinner table, a topic of conversation she’d been too anxious and too embarrassed to broach in the car. 

“Can you help me,” she whispered as if Justin wasn’t well aware that helping his stuffed lover get up had become a daily part of their routine, aggressively attractive to him and humiliating for her.

He grinned wider and grabbed both of her chubby hands in his, his gym-toned strength easily heaving Trixie's fat-laden body from the mattress and allowing her to settle with her back against the headboard. 

“Ok,” she said, even that light exertion enough to make her red in the face. “Ok. We need to talk about everything,” she insisted, trying not to look at him as she knew his eyes were glued to her body, particularly to the way that her stretch mark covered lower belly pushed its way out of the bottom of her straining t-shirt and onto her bulging, tubby thighs. 

“Everything like what?” came Justin's response, the deep rumble of his voice confirming all too obviously that he was just as distracted by the scene in front of him as Trixie had suspected. 

“Everything like…like everything,” Trixie repeated nonsensically. “My sisters will be here soon and, and my parents already saw me and, everything. It's just everything. What has my dad been saying to you?”

“That the Mets suck?” Justin responded with a shrug. “We’ve just been talking about whiskey and baseball, that’s it.”

“Right. He hasn't said anything about my weight?” Trixie scoffed, her words less of a question and more of a statement. 

“I mean, not really,” Justin answered slowly, drawing out the last word so much that Trixie finally looked up at him to see his olive skin was slightly flushed as well, a complete abnormality for the always confident, always secure Justin. 

She knew that this entire weekend was almost as nerve-wracking for him as it was for her, and while she’d wanted, and tried, to comfort him, she was too concerned with saving her own skin to give him the reassurance that he needed. Her family didn't hate him. After seeing her, they wouldn't even blame him for taking her away from them. The evidence of his innocence was wobbling all over her and precariously packed into her too-tight clothes. They would know exactly why she’d been so incognito the moment she waddled into the room. 

She sighed, wanting to make him feel better but more intent on knowing what he knew and hearing what he’d heard.....

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POV: You Know Just How Bad it’s Getting

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You know just how bad it's getting. Right? I mean, you have to know. You have to feel the way that all that blubbery fat is just packing itself onto your frame, the way all your pigging out has turned that bloated, swollen gut into a ball of lard that you couldn't even attempt to suck in, that you have absolutely no chance of obscuring. 

You think hoodies and sweatshirts are actually hiding what an overfed cow you’ve become? Maybe 30, 40 pounds ago, sure, but those clothes aren't baggy anymore. Are they? Your tubby, overstuffed belly just keeps protruding further and further into your lap, pushing out the front of all your shirts and straining your zippers and buttons until everything gets too tight for you to take it. Until you’re forced to free all that flab while you're stuffing yourself so you can actually breathe, so you have the room to shovel down more greasy fried rice like you haven't already eaten enough for a family of four. 

And you always have some excuse, don't you, Fatty? Some reason why you’re so hungry and greedy, some reason why you can’t stop stuffing your piggish little face and smacking that wobbling gut to force out burps and make room for more. You actually think it's not your fault. It's your partner, right? They want to see you bigger, they’re the bad influence. All the sweets and fast food they buy for you, all the donuts they push down your throat. They're the reason that you’re having trouble squeezing into all your old clothes. They’re the reason you’re noticing yourself starting to waddle just to accommodate the heft of that ever-growing gut. 

That’s cute. The denial. It's just gonna make you grow faster. You know that all the blubber you’ve been piling on is your fault. You know you’re the one to blame for the way you’ve been goring yourself lately, the way you’re swelling up like a greedy hippo ready to pop. You have no self-control and you wear it all over your body. 

The idea that other people haven't noticed is really, truly hilarious. The first thing people think when they see you is how fat you’ve gotten. The first thing people think when they see you is how tight your clothes look on your overfed body, how wherever you sit down you have to push those fat thighs apart just to make room for the way your gut forces them apart with its size. 

They see you waddling around, out of breath from a short little walk down the hall, and they have to hold back their judgmental comments. They can't control their thoughts though, just like you clearly can't control your eating. Everyone at your job wonders why you’re growing so quickly, how you could possibly let yourself go like this. The people you work with sometimes don’t even have the filter to hold their tongues, how does that not give you a major clue about how bad this is all getting? Asking you why you look bigger during sessions, telling you that they can barely fit past you in doorways, commenting on how tight your clothes are getting around your gut. All that soft, plush fat bulging from your body just makes them curious, they can't help it. They want to know what's causing you to turn into such a porker, what could possibly be making you stretch and swell into an unrecognizable tubster who can’t go an hour without thinking about their next meal. 

You aren't curious though, are you, Fatty? Or at least, you shouldn't be. You should know exactly how you’ve turned into a double-chinned fatty who jiggles at the slightest movement. It's you. It's your fault. It’s always been your fault, the entire situation. You can't control that enormous, greedy appetite and it’s making you huge. It’s made you noticeably, permanently fat. 

And yes, I do mean permanently. You’ll be this fat forever. You know you will. You’ve grown far too fat and lazy to ever work off any of that lard. Can you imagine yourself trying to squeeze into some tiny spandex workout clothes and waddling your way into a gym? Can you imagine the giggles and stares, the whispers you’d get when your belly immediately wobbled free as your shirt rode up and exposed all those stretch marks lining the sides of your gut? How quickly you’d be panting and gasping for breath, how you wouldn't be able to get through 5 minutes without giving up and waddling out red-faced and ashamed. Probably making sure to order takeout on your phone while you do. Your partner may like this, they may encourage it, but it's your fault. You're the one who turned yourself into this, you're the reason you’ll never be skinny or healthy again. 

Just because you order broccoli with your Chinese food doesn't make it healthy, piggy. I think deep down you have to know that. Deep down you have to know that consuming thousands of calories in a single meal has conditioned your brain to crave more and more, you have to know that the way you eat is just gonna keep making you fatter. All that denial is only speeding the process along. You don’t think you need to cut back, you don't think you need to diet or exercise because things aren't that bad yet, meanwhile everyone you know looks at you as a cautionary tale. You make other people more committed to their own healthy lifestyles because they’re terrified to turn out like you, they’re terrified to become the kind of delusional pig that gorges themselves until they burst out of their fat pants. 

It's amazing what you’ve convinced yourself of, honestly it is. The fact that you can look in the mirror and think that a couple sit-ups will take care of all that? You couldn't do a single sit-up if you tried. That poor beachball of fat attached to your middle would be quaking with effort within seconds, and then you’d have to give up. And the whole thing would just make you hungry. Like everything does. 

You know Fatty, hungry isn't really the right word to describe the sensation you experience, have you thought about that? Someone stuffing their face as constantly as you do can’t get hungry, hunger is a word people use when their stomach is empty. When they actually need calories for energy. You have the calories to spare. What you experience isn’t hunger. It's instability. You’re a greedy, overfilled whale that's addicted to the feeling of fullness, insatiable and completely helpless to stop yourself. 

There’s nothing you can do at this point. You can't change, you can't get back in shape. All you can do is accept it. All you can do is keep force-feeding yourself further and further past your capacity until you’re beached on your couch and unable to move, just like you do every night. In fact Fatty, you might as well lean into your denial. You might as well keep telling yourself that it's not that bad. That your calorie-laden meals aren't that unhealthy, that no one notices how big you're getting, and most of all, that you could work all that off if you wanted to. 

Everyone around you knows you’re lying to yourself. Deep down, you know you're lying to yourself too, but that doesn't matter. All that really matters to you is keeping your greedy, chubby little cheeks packed with food. And you're just going to keep growing, and growing, and growing until you make a spectacle of yourself everywhere you go. Till you need to call ahead to restaurants and make sure the chairs don’t have arms, till you're struggling to squeeze yourself out of the booth after gorging far beyond your capacity. Till you finally outgrow all those poor, straining clothes and just let your gut hang out for all to see because you’re too deep in denial to buy the bigger sizes we both know you already need. Till your weight becomes the topic of discussion in every room you waddle into. 

So go ahead and ignore this little call-out, just like you ignore every other sign of what a pig you’ve become. I changed my mind. It's not that bad. So why don’t you go order some more food? You know you need it. 

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