personal hog is constantly shoveling big greasy burgers into his greedy hole, I've turned him into an utterly helpless, bottomless pit, so much so that he needs an oxygen mask while he's stuffing himself for my pleasure now. My fat fuck gets out of breath just from lifting those meaty arms to to his mouth to cram more fattening food into himself, once the pig catches his breath it's right back to gorging himself. He'll never stop growing for Me. Because he's My obedient, morbidly obese hog.
@moobstogrow
My hypnotic voice enters your mind, you'll never be the same again.
It burrows in your mind, making you more insatiable as each day passes. Every word that leaves my lips stirs your hunger in ways you never felt.
You'll wake up in a daze with a belly packed tight, surrounded by wrappers, hear my evil giggle and know that you're under my control and there's no turning back.
What an insatiable porker, you just can't help but devour every bite, huh tubby? Look at what a mess you've made of yourself, your fat gut packed tight, cream dribbling down your chins and right between those plump pig tits... I bet within 30 minutes you were aching for more and found another fattening treat to shove into your greedy hole.
Stuffed myself horribly tonight with half gallon of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.......I was such a nasty hog.......
Would you be up for doing a Willy Wonka themed feeding in person? That movie is what got me and a lot of men and women into this whole scene and I think you'd make a great feeder Wonka treating the feedee like a fattening blueberry.
Yeah, absolutely!
Very much aware of it's place within the community and awakening desires of being fattened. DM me about setting up a session.
Kneading pounds of cookie dough always sparks evil thoughts of restraining and force feeding every cookie into a jiggly pig until their belly is spherical and taut, covered in crumbs, panting. But that still wouldn't be enough to satisfy me, I'd break out the funnel and watch you BALLOON with rich fattening cream before releasing the restraints, laughing as you're pinned down by your own overstuffed belly.
My favorite point in a stuffing session is when a feedee is begging me to unbutton their pants, then watching them struggle to lift their gut while fighting with the button. Then whispering into their ear "Aw, porky is too stuffed to reach? A few more bites and I'll into unbutton them for you"
You can't fight the hedonism that I summon from within you. I twist your shame to pleasure and warp your mind with my desires. I will transform you into a bottomless pit, begging me for more, feeding my sadism with your gluttony, falling deeper under my control with every bite.
to watch my pig push himself to devour a 2nd dinner to please me. Shoving handfuls of nuggets into his big greedy mouth, sweating from packing his belly so tight, then chugging a boost just to make sure his gut is beyond stuffed.
I love seeing the way My piggies gorge for Me, the look on their faces when they're surprised by their own gluttony, the realization that their appetite is rapidly expanding, that they can devour a cake in under 7 minutes and finish every belly busting combination I come up with. I'm filled with pride as I inflate them with fat.
your gut grows, the higher the plates of food will be stacked. Eventually I'll just shove your face down into the triple layer cake that's rising teasingly close to your lips, wobbling on your ballooning belly as I slap it and laugh at what a hog I've made made of you.
Cannot stop thinking about grazing my fingers along a growing pigs underbelly while whispering into their ear, "can you even remember what it feels like to have a flat stomach? Look at how round I've made you" but before they can respond just shoving a donut into their eager mouth.
Every person I do a call with/ send voice notes to turns into a brainless piggy so quickly. It's so hot to FEEL someone just melt into a submissive state of bliss under My control.
bag of greasy fast food in your lap has to be at least half of the weight of what I'm lifting. Which, at this rate is increasing every few weeks. Your workout is shoveling burgers into your greedy hole at the same pace that I squat. Your spherical gut hangs lower between your thickening thighs. You're beyond stuffed but I'm not satisfied, my shapely ass sways just inches from your face, "you're not done yet, hog".