I am STUFFED full of KBBQ. I love all you can eat 🐷

Being into the extreme side of gaining is scary to me sometimes, like I actually get scared of it, but it makes me so fucking horny. Like so FUCJING HORNY that I just want and need to fucked, ruined, fattened, forced into immobility, to have a caring feeder who later on turns sadistic the fatter I get Or to start off with a loving sadistic feeder. To have someone so hellbent on making me massive. To strip away my mobility, My independence, To make me Give in to my cravings, To force me to eat every second of the day, to make me feel full to bursting every day. Its so fucking scary, But it makes me so fucking horny and I need it. my heart craves it so bad. The moment I find someone that does this to me, Theres no going back for me, Ill give in. Im a slave to my hornyness.

Fuck 🥵 this is some really hot stuff!

Buried

(M x M gay story)

My hands slide against your smooth body. I make a point to keep you shaved totally to accentuate your growing rolls. Your belly rises and falls slowly under my hand as your heavy breathing seems to get more and more difficult. I can imagine how straining it must be to have all that lard pressing on your chest and organs daily. When I make you ride my cock, it sure does feel heavy when you’re on me. It must be torture to have to walk around with all that, I guess that’s why you got so excited when I suggested you stay in bed from now on. Even tho you’re not nearly immobile yet, you seem to be made for the sedentary Life. To be honest, maybe it was more out of apathy.

For your whole life, it seems like regular normal life was just uninteresting for you. Goals? Careers? Family? Responsibility? You groaned at the thought of it all. What most people work hard at and strive for was the greatest chore and you just couldn’t be fucked to even try. You worked hard in your youth, mainly out of obligation, but after high school, what was the fucking point? So day by day you gave up more. Less extra curriculars, less social interaction, less exercise. That’s when I got you, do you remember? I could see it in you, sense it. I could just feel your distaste for regular life and having to get out of bed each morning. I could see you day dream constantly of your dream life. When if see you, it’s like I could see into your mind and watch your dreams play out. I knew what you wanted and it entertained me to think about enabling you. That’s why we get along so well. I still don’t know much about you. We’ve been together for a few years at this point, but I still hardly know much about you. Maybe because there isn’t much to learn anymore. Your old interests faded away long ago.

You spend all day these days mindlessly consuming. Consuming content online, consuming brain melting shows, binging porn and gooning non stop all day. Your brain was fried already and your personality turned to ash long ago. Thinking was a chore and having to put the effort into forming original thought wasnt worth the strain. If I tried to ask too much of you mentally, you would even get irritable, resolving to just grunt or groan rather than speak. Not that you couldn’t, it was just easier than having to string words together. And thus, you didn’t know much about me. Other than the fact I enable you to rot Away inside like you want. That’s enough for you. So day by day you sit there, naked, growing. Getting flabbier and flabbier. I watch day by day as your cock is buried deeper and deeper in your lard. The area sit on is always coated in a big puddle of cum. You made it a habit to just start jerking your cock anytime you were horny, which was an increasingly frequent state. Now you did it almost unconsciously. Porn looped on the massive tv in front of you 24/7, so it was all to easy to suddenly let your mouth fall open and tongue droop out as your reached to jerk your pathetic goon stick, letting your cum shoot out all over the puddle that has been collecting bellow your fat pad all day. Then when you cum, you return to eating as if nothing happened. I would often wonder if you noticed that cum on your hand was getting all over the food you gorged on.

Initially, I assumed you’d get tired of this life and want to do something or change at some point… but you never did. This truly seemed like paradise for you. You never showed any gratitude, you were just content to let me fuck up your life. What did it matter? I guess it didn’t. And I enjoyed it too. Owning such a lazy, useless pig was fun. I didn’t even consider you my boyfriend at some point. I doubt you even put the effort into keeping labels like that for me in your soft brain. At some point, and I’m not sure what point that was, you were almost like a pet. Just something there I took care of. You didn’t have much use in any way other than to be used as a sex toy when I wanted. Youd grow, id play with your fat. Id suck you off and tell you all the horrible things I was going to do to you and all my evil dark fantasies I was going to live out through you. I don’t know if you just liked it or didn’t even hear me. But whenever my hand would get near your cock, your mouth would fall open and. Tongue droop out. Like on cue. It was clear you didn’t care about labels when I started bringing dates over to laugh at you. We would fuck you, fuck on you, and just cum on you. Whoever I brought over always got a kick out of you. Some were disgusted by you but that turned them on as it did me. You really were just a thing in my home. Nothing more really.

And that’s likely all youll ever be. And when your lard kills you some day, that’s all you’ll be remembered as. A thing in my room eating endlessly and leaving cum stains all around you. If you knew that, im sure you wouldn’t care. If I could show a video to you of your future, I can guarentee you’d just reach for your cock, open your mouth and let your tongue droop as you let out even more cum. This is all exactly what you’ve wanted. The rest didn’t matter. And you were exactly what I wanted you to be. More than I could have hoped for.

P.S. Dick picks in the DMs always welcome (particularly the fat pads, all genders welcome!)

Buried

(M x M gay story)

My hands slide against your smooth body. I make a point to keep you shaved totally to accentuate your growing rolls. Your belly rises and falls slowly under my hand as your heavy breathing seems to get more and more difficult. I can imagine how straining it must be to have all that lard pressing on your chest and organs daily. When I make you ride my cock, it sure does feel heavy when you’re on me. It must be torture to have to walk around with all that, I guess that’s why you got so excited when I suggested you stay in bed from now on. Even tho you’re not nearly immobile yet, you seem to be made for the sedentary Life. To be honest, maybe it was more out of apathy.

For your whole life, it seems like regular normal life was just uninteresting for you. Goals? Careers? Family? Responsibility? You groaned at the thought of it all. What most people work hard at and strive for was the greatest chore and you just couldn’t be fucked to even try. You worked hard in your youth, mainly out of obligation, but after high school, what was the fucking point? So day by day you gave up more. Less extra curriculars, less social interaction, less exercise. That’s when I got you, do you remember? I could see it in you, sense it. I could just feel your distaste for regular life and having to get out of bed each morning. I could see you day dream constantly of your dream life. When if see you, it’s like I could see into your mind and watch your dreams play out. I knew what you wanted and it entertained me to think about enabling you. That’s why we get along so well. I still don’t know much about you. We’ve been together for a few years at this point, but I still hardly know much about you. Maybe because there isn’t much to learn anymore. Your old interests faded away long ago.

You spend all day these days mindlessly consuming. Consuming content online, consuming brain melting shows, binging porn and gooning non stop all day. Your brain was fried already and your personality turned to ash long ago. Thinking was a chore and having to put the effort into forming original thought wasnt worth the strain. If I tried to ask too much of you mentally, you would even get irritable, resolving to just grunt or groan rather than speak. Not that you couldn’t, it was just easier than having to string words together. And thus, you didn’t know much about me. Other than the fact I enable you to rot Away inside like you want. That’s enough for you. So day by day you sit there, naked, growing. Getting flabbier and flabbier. I watch day by day as your cock is buried deeper and deeper in your lard. The area sit on is always coated in a big puddle of cum. You made it a habit to just start jerking your cock anytime you were horny, which was an increasingly frequent state. Now you did it almost unconsciously. Porn looped on the massive tv in front of you 24/7, so it was all to easy to suddenly let your mouth fall open and tongue droop out as your reached to jerk your pathetic goon stick, letting your cum shoot out all over the puddle that has been collecting bellow your fat pad all day. Then when you cum, you return to eating as if nothing happened. I would often wonder if you noticed that cum on your hand was getting all over the food you gorged on.

Initially, I assumed you’d get tired of this life and want to do something or change at some point… but you never did. This truly seemed like paradise for you. You never showed any gratitude, you were just content to let me fuck up your life. What did it matter? I guess it didn’t. And I enjoyed it too. Owning such a lazy, useless pig was fun. I didn’t even consider you my boyfriend at some point. I doubt you even put the effort into keeping labels like that for me in your soft brain. At some point, and I’m not sure what point that was, you were almost like a pet. Just something there I took care of. You didn’t have much use in any way other than to be used as a sex toy when I wanted. Youd grow, id play with your fat. Id suck you off and tell you all the horrible things I was going to do to you and all my evil dark fantasies I was going to live out through you. I don’t know if you just liked it or didn’t even hear me. But whenever my hand would get near your cock, your mouth would fall open and. Tongue droop out. Like on cue. It was clear you didn’t care about labels when I started bringing dates over to laugh at you. We would fuck you, fuck on you, and just cum on you. Whoever I brought over always got a kick out of you. Some were disgusted by you but that turned them on as it did me. You really were just a thing in my home. Nothing more really.

And that’s likely all youll ever be. And when your lard kills you some day, that’s all you’ll be remembered as. A thing in my room eating endlessly and leaving cum stains all around you. If you knew that, im sure you wouldn’t care. If I could show a video to you of your future, I can guarentee you’d just reach for your cock, open your mouth and let your tongue droop as you let out even more cum. This is all exactly what you’ve wanted. The rest didn’t matter. And you were exactly what I wanted you to be. More than I could have hoped for.

P.S. Dick picks in the DMs always welcome (particularly the fat pads, all genders welcome!)

Anticipation

We sit there on the bed like we do on most days, me behind you with your lardy ass between my legs. My arms reaching around your soft naked belly, playing with your sweet fat rolls delicately as if I were shaping the folds myself.

Im finally home after a hard day at work. My job wasn’t terrible, but I always spent the days looking at the clock waiting to get back to you, imagining the amount of snacks you were gorging on throughout. Since I had recently been promoted, I could finally afford to let you quit your job and let you stay home all day. I even set up a little pet camera in the house so I could sneak a peek at you while at work. Initially you lived normally, laying on the couch watching tv, munching on a snack. but eventually you would strip naked and surround yourself with as much food as possible and gorged. Sometimes you would even get so lost in the food, you wouldn’t notice that the tv had turned off hours ago and you were just in a mindless trance of stuffing your face. It always put a smile on my face seeing your naked body taking up more space on the couch.

but when I got home, I would always bring loads of foo as if you hadnt eaten all day. Initially you’d always ask for something specific, but now I get you want I want you to eat, and I can assure you, it is usually just the highest calorie items on the menu. As you gorge on the grease food, I sit behind you as your lard fills my lap and I play with your soft growing rolls.

we would often just sit in silence as I listened to you eat and eat and eat, continually getting sloppier and greedier and eating faster. I would close my eyes and just listen to your breathing get faster and more labored day by day. It sounded like such a struggle as each day progressed. I wondered if you ever noticed or could hear how loud you breathed these days. I hope not. You’re so much cuter in blissful ignorance.

We spoke about things from time to time concerning your gain. I always found it amusing when you’d go on about how exiting getting to 300 or 400 would be, but of course you wouldn’t want to gain a pound more. you’d still want to walk around and be able to travel with me…. So sweet. I always agreed and entertained that pathetic limit. You werent traveling. You weren’t going to be walking eventually either. you would be here. In this bed. Eating your life away as I am there by your side pushing you deeper into this fate. I knew the truth, you weren’t getting out of this. You werent losing this fat. You weren’t going to go anywhere anymore unless it’s in a wheelchair. Every time I grabbed a roll or felt the weight of your massive chest, I would picture in my head how much larger it would be. how much heavier it would feel. How much more crushing it would be on your body and how much I could possibly pile on you by the end. I wanted to know what your limit was. As I played with your rolls, My face would be curled into a smile as I picture it and guess how long you’ll last.

I wonder sometimes if you know. if you understand what this road leads to. If you say your limit as a way to comfort yourself or lie to yourself. I wondered if you knew and just stayed silent about it, accepted it, or even liked it. We would find out eventually. But for now I sit there every day feeling you expand in my arms and breathing heavier… heavier…heavier.

Comparison pics! 🐷

2018 - Now

I want a feeder to stuff me, push me past my limits, keep me filled to the brim constantly 🥵 that feeling of being painfully stuffed its so pleasureful, and I need more of that.🐷 I love that feeling, cause I feel so massive and bloated. I wanna be their big obese overfed piggy, constantly gorging and growing, blow me up in fat please!

Anyone wanna stuff this belly? And play with it👀🐷

It's been a dream of mine to be kidnapped, stuffed constantly, to become an immobile pile of lard, an overfed blimp, forced to eat whatever my feeder gives me, melted butter, cream, lard, force it all in me, I'll be such a disgusting ball of blubber, my skinny glistening with sweat, wheezing from my lungs being crushed under my blubber, a massive unhealthy hog, forced to become nothing but a food dump for my feeder, even if it kills me. I want my heart to be crushed under the amount of lard he put on me. I want him to use my rolls and folds for his pleasure. To fuck my belly button as he funnel feeds me lard. I want him to wreck my body, ruin me, make me unrecognizable. Completely transform me into his blubbery fuck pig. 🥵🐷

I just want someone to help me outgrow every single piece of clothing I have🐷 and continue to help me, or even make me grow past 800lbs so I'm nothing but a lardass for them to feed and grope

Is there anyone that has captured your interest?

There's one person that has, but he's busy, and I'm busy 😭 man doesn't has the same days off as mee 😔

Considering you used to be skinnier, how did anyone you knew back then react when they saw you blowing up?

Well, I only talk to one person from back then, but they haven't said anything about it. They treat me the same as always haha. They know I have the fetish/kink tho.

Can you still exercise or run or climbing stairs without heavy breathing '

Or do you just walk to stay healthy

Not afraid to get health issues 'Ike high blood pressure

I don't even try to exercise, I do get out of breath walking up and down stairs. I try not to walk that much but my job kinda like, prevents me from not walking so much 😭

I'm not afraid of being unhealthy, if anything, I love unhealthy gaining 🤤

How does it feel being such a massive pile of lard?

It feels so good! I love being a tub of lard, I love eating whatever I want whenever I want and however much I want.

I love the feeling of being heavy and jiggly and how tight my clothes get. And I can't wait to add so much more fat onto myself.

What’s your thoughts on long distance relationships?

Hmm, I've actually been in a couple before.

My longest was about 2 years, I think, sometimes long distance relationships just don't last. And sometimes they do but you just gotta make it work somehow. I don't think I would do long distance again tbh.

It's the way I want someone to just like grope my fat👀