Lowkey, I love when feedees are very introverted and isolated from outside. They look so cute in their barely fitting pajamas still on the couch where you left them before work. Belly hanging over the edge of the couch, their massive body barely supported by the well used peice of furniture. Crumbs from their last snack still on their lips. Perfect occasion to bring them their next box of oreos and wake them up with a long kiss on the lips. Grab their belly and shake it gently. Just to instruct them to eat another box softly yet sternly. You know they aren't going to change, just sit their and get fatter for you without ever thinking twice about it

I love slow belly rubs!

Full ?!?!

I'm sorry, maybe I missheard you because of all the donuts in your greedy mouth, but I think I heard you say your full for some reason

I can't believe you would have the audacity to say such a word, you know that word doesn't exist for us, you didn't get to 624lbs just by whining and complaining about being full, just look at you, all covered with crumbs and cream all over that delicious looking morbidly obese body of yours with your belly going to your knees, spreading your thighs apart and taking pretty much all the couch by yourself while your fat tits/moobs jiggle during the relentless chaos the garbage disposal you call a mouth is eating everything in site no matter how greasy, fattening and unhealthy it can be

You can't even lift yourself from the couch without me because of how much you've stuffed that big gut of yours, if I wanted you to be panting and sweating like you are right now without being painfully stuffed, I would make you exercise, but even then, that would be way too much for you to handle and I don't want you to lose any calories at all

that won't be a problem for you in a couple of months once you're on the reinforced bed I bought for you, unable to do anything else other than stuff yourself again and again until that little cholesterol cloaged heart of yours decides to stop

You knew what you were getting into when you decided to move with me and you sure as hell know where you're going at this point, you're going to be immobile and I know you're going to love it

So never EVER forget that the word "full" doesn't exist for us and never will, otherwise, you'll be surprised how much I can fit in you with a funnel and LOOOOOTS of my special shake

We both know you never wanted to be this fat. Who would…..right?

I can imagine how awful it must be to be seen like this in public, so absolutely monstrous that people mock you, and have to do double takes because they’ve never seen someone so fucking fat.

Of course they mock you, because you will never find clothes that will fit ever again. Your body is so grotesquely misshapen by the fat that you’ve forced onto it. How can we expect a normal shirt to contain your massive udders and Christmas ham sized arms. Your belly is another story all together. It either droops down to your thighs when empty or is stuffed so full that it’s like trying to shove a yoga ball into a pillow case.

Thanks to all that weight, every step just looks difficult. Hundreds of pounds pressing onto your poor knees and feet. No wonder they hurt all the time. And I know for a fact that you entire body jiggles with every step thanks to all that blubber. Your so close to perfection. I’m already making the payments on the hospital bed that will be installed once you finally become immobile.

And your just so wide big. Most doorways have to be squeezed through and Bathroom stalls are out of the question. I literate have to move the racks inside clothing stores so that you can fit down the aisle.

You don’t have any hobbies, or friends, or anything except food, and me, the person who happily feeds you whether you want it or not. Entire boxes of doughnuts, whole Pounds of bacon, family sized boxes of burritos.

And those are just the snacks.

Preparing your meals takes up my entire day. I wake up early to serve you breakfast, cook all day for your lunch, and work into the night to make your dinner. Each meal is so large that me can’t even use plates anymore. I just roll out a tablecloth and dump mounds of fatty goodness on top for you to enjoy.

All the time I put in is worth it though. From the rolls of fat on your belly, to your triple chin, to your cellulite ridden ass, you’ve become my masterpiece.

You’ve become exactly what I wanted from you. A slave to your own hunger, and a prisoner in your body.

Just remember, you did this to yourself.

okay, but inspection

the idea of me being completely clothed, analyzing every part of your nude body. you might be embarrassed or blushing when i grab hold of your tits, feeling the weight in my hand, the strong flesh in my grip

when i inspect your dick, only touching it firmly to get every angle, without any stimulation, you start to get antsy. feeling your thick thighs, burying my hands in your flesh, feeling the muscle underneath. standing behind you as i grope your tits from that angle, hearing your breath hitch as i trail my fingers down your abdomen

analyzing you like you’re cattle, like you’re in a dog show, like you’re a slab of meat on the scale. i’ll put you in different poses, point out every detail on your body in the mirror, take polaroid photos of everything you’re self conscious about

and when i’m done playing with my food, and when you’re so hard you can’t stand it, i’ll put you to good use

i love when a feedee is obviously a little dumb… like, awww you really couldn’t stop, could you?? no wonder you’re so big. did the thought to stop eating ever cross your mind, or did you just finish everything on your plate because that’s what you were always told to do? did you even realize your portion sizes were getting bigger, too? i bet you get a little mad when people point out how much you’re eating. of course it’s not your fault, you didn’t know any better..

stupid feedees that have to be told they’re out of control. they think they’re not even that big yet

when did i get so fat?? 🥵🥺🍬

me, from just a couple of months ago 💞🐷

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You’re not done growing fat boy

Your biggest pig has self harm scars, how do you deal with that? I am just curious. Is he 600lbs?

Yes, he does, it is something Piggy struggled with for a long, long time before I ever knew him. I’m not entirely sure what you’re asking, but how I dealt with it was by helping him, being patient with what he struggles with, and now he hasn’t even been tempted in quite a long time. I try not to get them in many photos because I know it can be upsetting to see, but they are part of him, and so they are visible in longer videos. He is not 600lbs just yet, but it won’t be long for him. He isn’t entirely bedbound, but the only time he walks is when he is to be weighed. He is a perfectly content hog, always full and whimpering for more.

would love to see more of piggy's blubber sir

I want to get posting him again soon, unfortunately with how swollen his legs have been lately he hasn't been very well, plus he's been having a few other issues. But we hope to get back to regular uploads soon. He is still gaining, as all he really wants to do right now is eat like a good piggy. My second piggy, I should call her something else to differentiate them, I need to think of what, but she is growing well also, about 210lbs, although she is a lot smaller than piggy at this point, we need to catch her up, and I'll be posting more of them both 🐷🐷

Poor Piggy is tired, his big legs are giving him a lot of trouble lately :(