House Pig

You waddle to your house, the short walk from your car to the front door has you huffing and puffing. On instinct, you turn your hips as you enter through the doorway. You aren't QUITE fat enough for it to be necessary, but you can feel yourself getting closer to that point with each passing day.

"Ah! Finally back home?", a voice calls from the kitchen. Despite the long day you've had, their soothing voice brings a smile to your face. 

"*Hff...hff*...yeah, FINALLY done with work today. It was such a-", you stop mid-sentence as the delicious smell of greasy, fried food fills your nostrils. Your feeder steps out of the kitchen holding a platter, stacked up with what you can only assume is fast food from all your favorite places. They set it down on the table and turn back to you, looking at the winded state that you're in, and grin. 

"Hard day? It must have been, seeing how exhausted you are...why don't you heave yourself over here, hm?", they say, leaning back on the table. You realize just how hungry you are, having been forced to go without eating for at least a couple hours...You set your things down and shuffle your way over to the table, already feeling your clothes pressed against your body. They had gotten so tight lately, and you just replaced your wardrobe maybe a month ago.

"I am...pretty hungry...", you say as you plop yourself down in the creaking chair. It had never sounded like it struggled THIS hard to hold you, but it really felt like it was straining this time as your ass overflowed the sides and your flabby belly kept you from fully sitting up to the table. 

"Aww, I know you are, my greedy little thing...", they say as they step behind you and place their hands on your sides, their fingers exploring every soft roll. They lean in and kiss right where your double chin meets your neck. "Just forget all about that tough day of yours, and fill this greedy belly for me", they whispered, reaching over to fondle your immense belly.

You can't resist anymore. You deserve this after the day you had, after all. You reach out with your chubby hands and grab handfuls of the heavy, greasy food, taking the first bite. The taste is so good...the feeling of finally getting to eat overwhelms you, eyelids fluttering as you're lost in the sensation. "Mmmph...god, that's good...", you moan as you begin stuffing your face.

"That's it, baby... So good and greedy, aren't you?", they tease, tracing their finger over your bulging belly before grabbing a handful of your double belly. "Look at you. Look at how much you've fattened up since I started doting on you. So many clothes outgrown, so much more space you're taking up, it's a good look on you, being such a piggy."

You knew it was true. Every bite you took only served to make you bigger, heavier, wider. Your feeder had seen to it that you grew so incredibly out of shape, so massively obese, that hardly anyone recognized you anymore. No one at work had said anything yet, but you knew they looked at you in disbelief. You even had to get your office chair replaced to accommodate your ever-growing size. And none of this was lost on you as you continued your gluttonous feasting. 

None of it felt like enough anymore. Your appetite has grown so much from the near-constant overeating that even when you're stuffed to the brim, swollen and pinned down by your own belly, you feel like you can always have a little more dessert. You ate, and ate, and ate, all the while, your feeder caressed and admired you, a marvel of self-indulgence. 

"Eat all the stress and worry away, love. There's plenty more where this came from. None of those pesky wrappers or boxes to get in the way," they said, biting their lip as they noticed just how much your belly was bulging under the table and between your thighs. They give your overflowing hip a firm smack before grabbing and jiggling it, making your whole body ripple like an ocean of fat. 

You're getting so full, feeling the pressure in your stomach as it stretches to hold all of the calorie-rich food you stuffed into it. Not to mention how unbearably tight your work clothes were on you at this point. The platter was almost empty, and even you were surprised when you took a second to realize just how much you had eaten. It was easily enough to feed 4 or 5 people, and NOW you're getting full?! You lean back, exhaling and placing your hands on the sides of your aching belly. It had gotten too big for you to fully reach the bottom of your belly hang.

"Hnnnh...I'm so full...and I feel so huge...", you groan as you take a look at your corpulent body. Just in time for your feeder's hand to grab your belly, their thumb in your belly button and their fingers curled under the lower roll. 

"I think...", they said as they leaned in to kiss your plump cheek, "...you just need to sit somewhere more comfortable. Come on, let's get your heavy self to the bed." They take your hands and help you to your feet, both of you feeling the struggle that was getting you off the chair. You feel your whole body wobble just from this simple movement, and you can feel the weight of your body pulling down on your frame. You groan from the fullness as your feeder helps you to the bedroom, helps you remove your extremely tight work clothes, and gets you onto the nice, soft bed. Then, they turn and leave the bedroom.

"Wait, where are you…*huff*...going..?", you pant, situating yourself on the soft mattress. 

"Oh I'll be right back! Just getting you dessert!", they call out from the hallway. It doesn't take them long to come back, holding what you easily recognize as a box of donuts from your favorite place. They crawl on top of the bed in front of you, nudging your cellulite-covered thighs apart as they sit themselves between them. 

"Just lay back and let me take care of this part. You don't need to lift a finger, my sweet pig...", they coo, taking a glistening, glazed donut from the box and leaning forward onto your mountain of a belly. You have hardly a moment to respond before the sugary ring is placed at your lips, your feeder smiling all the while. "Go on, I know you can't resist sweets...", they say. You open your mouth and let them push bite after bite past your lips.

One by one, each donut passes from the box to your lips. It was so much...you had eaten so much, but you couldn't help yourself. It was so easy for you to give in anymore. You didn't HAVE to care about holding back, especially not with your feeder around. They had been practically relentless, always having something delicious around to stuff your face with. 

"Unnnf...I can't…eat...another bite...", you whimper, laying your head back. Your swollen gut heaves with every shallow breath you take. You've gotten used to being stuffed lately, almost every single day. But never like this... You were in a hedonistic daze, fighting to stay conscious at this point, but you feel your feeder lean in, grab the sides of your chubby cheeks, and kiss you deeply. 

"Mmm...good, because you've eaten all we have, you perfect hog...", they say with a chuckle. "You know, I've grown pretty fond of keeping you stuffed, spoiled, and huge. I think you could really afford to quit that job of yours, hm? You don't need all that stress. Be my full-time house pig." Despite your current state, their offer rang in your ears. Becoming a full-time, spoiled, fat pig? Not a worry in the world...only eating, being adored, and growing fatter...it sounded so alluring...

"Yes...I don't want to work anymore... Just a spoiled and overfed pig...", you manage to moan. Even admitting it sent a shiver down your spine, bringing a smile to your face as you envisioned your life as a doted-on, prize fatty. 

"That's what I hoped you'd say... We'll put in your notice tomorrow. Now, lay back and start gaining all the weight from this binge, while I admire what a massive butterball you've become...", they moan as their hands explore every inch of your doughy body. A body that was only going to keep getting fatter, thicker, heavier. It felt so good...it felt so right. You could feel it. This is what you were meant to be. You slowly drift off into a food coma as your feeder kneads your body, in absolute bliss.

Cascading with corpulence 💜

Welcome to my page!

Likes: Video Games, Food (obviously), Getting Teased, Chatting with fellow fatties, Showing off~

Dislikes: Exercise

Preferred names: Fatty, Cakes, Pig/Piggy

Current Weight: Why don’t you come ask :3

I've Created A Monster

When we started dating you were a fit and athletic deity. You had and enviable body. We were truly in love. I spoiled you rotten. We went out to eat, I cooked for you, I waited on you and served you. We did things a couple does, but I was foolish. I made you lazy and comfortable. Your body began to fatten up. You stopped going to the gym, but your appetite increased. You couldn't be bothered to work around the house either. You just ate and relaxed, rinse and repeat. The once athletic person I had met was gone and replaced with a blob of fat and indulgence. Your belly stuck out, constantly bloated and hard from eating so much. A massive monument to your hedonism. They sat up on your thunderous thighs and astronomical rear. This combo made moving around difficult, not that you moved much anymore. Doors suddenly needed to be widened; furniture needed to be reinforced. But the change in your body was nothing compared to the change in your heart. We once spoiled each other, but that was gone. Now sat a spoiled brat. A partner who demanded what they wanted when they wanted it. Feed me. Massage me. Get me this. Get me that. You didn't lift a finger for anything anymore. Did I stop you? Did I beg you to change your ways? No. I kept indulging you. I fed into your change. Was I scared of losing you? No. I don't want you change is all. I love this new you just as a loved the old you. I may have created a spoiled monster, but that doesn't mean I didn't want to create one. Here's to a life of serving you, you deserve it after all!

i’m feeling so big

2016 vs 2022

in the mood to get stuffed to the gills, to feel my stomach packed to bursting. to force myself to waddle to my bed, rubbing my churning gut in an attempt to make room. for more.

i want to be able to feel free space being made in my bloated belly while i drift in and out of a food coma, begging you to bring me a shake, some heavy cream, god *anything* liquid and stacked with thousands of calories. filling the space inbetween digesting solids with yet *more* calories.

more... always more.

i want this to become routine, for me to get to the point where i can't feel my distended gut beneath inches upon inches of soft, malleable fat. feeling the limits that seemed insurmountable a short time ago becoming baseline, then a fraction thereof. to become practically suffocated in the soft, blubbery, malleable body that i've always dreamed of.

i need more.

a good feeling i want is, to smush my growing belly into someone while we cuddle, to feel my soft fat gently pressing into them, to feel them give a little contented sigh and wiggle backwards into my yielding flesh

as we both imagine how this would feel EVEN BETTER if i was bigger....

Family Gathering

You both sigh as you pull up to a familiar house. That one family member that hosts every gathering because, well, they have the nicest house and enough room to host everyone. You had arrived a little late, so the driveway was full, unfortunately. You lamented that fact as you would now have to walk all that extra way from the curb. For most, this wouldn't be an issue. But you would have struggled enough hauling your massive figure from the driveway to the door, much less from the curb…

"...ready..?", they ask, twisting their head toward you and giving you a half-smile. From their tone and demeanor, you can only assume they're a little concerned for you. You had both managed to avoid every family gathering for the past two years, always claiming to be "busy". And it started that way! You had just moved in together and missed a few here and there as you got adjusted. 

"Ready as I'll ever be…", you say with another sigh, looking over towards the door. You were ready for the looks, the shocked faces, the refusal to acknowledge…well, the elephant in the room, as it were. Looking down at your body, completely filling the front seat, that saying wasn't too far off. 

You open your door, then shift and heave your body around to get out as your partner quickly gets out and around to help you. They take your hands and help heft you out of the vehicle. The feeling of your hips bumping the sides as you got out made you blush as you saw your partner, admiring how much space you take up, unable to resist grinning. Just months ago, you had found yourself completely unable to fit in a normal sized car anymore…much to your partner's chagrin, they decided to trade in their car for an SUV to accommodate your new size. 

Finally out of the car, you gathering yourself from the subtle erotic process that was getting out of the vehicle. You waddle your way to the house with your partner's help. It even flusters you knowing how much faster they'd probably be walking, were they not keeping with your lumbering pace. You reach the door and take a moment to catch your breath. You didn't want to be COMPLETELY breathless when your family saw…well, when they saw you for the first time in a while. 

You knock and then let the both of you in with a cheery "Hellooo?" You're met with a kind response from the left, the direction of the kitchen. "Hey! Come on in, we're in the kitchen!", you hear the familiar voice of your aunt call out. You shuffle through the entryway and to the kitchen, hearing the perfectly varnished wood floor creak under your immense weight. 

"Hi auntie!", you say with genuine glee as you see your aunt first among other family members. You open your doughy arms to embrace her, only now realizing just how small she seemed compared to you now. 

"O-Oh! Oh my gosh hi!", they say after a short second of hesitation. "We uh…we haven't seen you in so long! So glad you could be here!" Your aunt was always so kind, and you could rest assured that she wouldn't say anything about your weight. But you could tell how shocked she was. How she had to register the fact that you were more than twice the size you were the last time you saw her. 

You compose yourself, though your chubby cheeks turn a little red, and give a nervous chuckle. "Yeah it's been a while! Life just…gets so busy you know?", you say, adjusting your shirt to make sure it's appropriately covering your rolls. You look around and notice a few other relatives looking at you. You are the new person in the room… that could justify their eyes on you. This is what you tell yourself, but can't get the idea out of your mind that they're all thinking the same thing: "Oh my god…what happened to them?", or "Jeez…they REALLY let themselves go…", etc, etc. 

A slight rush of embarrassment washes over you as you smile nervously and look toward the central counter and all the pre-meal snacks laid out. Of course your eyes wandered to the food…it could easily be chalked up to a coincidence, but it felt like more than that, as your stomach growled. Apparently the bag of fast food you gobbled down on the way here did nothing to subdue your appetite.

"Well, I hope you're hungry!", a cousin of yours said, "we have plenty of food. Few of the others cancelled at the last minute so hopefully we'll have extra." Just as you were about to respond, you heard another relative address your partner. 

"Hey, how've you been! Haven't seen ya in forever! Where's your other half?", they ask, jokingly referencing you. You turn around, bumping your belly against the doorway, making your whole body jiggle. 

"Heh…right here!", you say, giving them a slight wave. Their eyes widen and they blush, themselves. It's clear the sudden rush of thoughts have them stunned. 

"Oh jeez, sorry about that! It's been so long, I hardly recognized you!", they said, shrugging. You had fantasized before about being unrecognizably obese. So huge that your friends and family didn't even know who you were at first glance. And here it was, a relative of yours that hadn't seen you since you started ballooning in size, literally telling you that they didn't recognize you. It's all you can do to keep from turning completely red.

You go about greeting other relatives, chatting among them. Your partner does the same, having met your family before and built their own relationships with them. But you don't even leave the kitchen. You can't even help yourself now, needing to be by the food. You absent-mindedly snack as you chat, not realizing that your piggish appetite is decimating the appetizer spread. You glance over to your partner, who grins at you before subtly gesturing to the counter with their eyes. The counter, once full of food, had basically nothing left on it. It couldn't be…you didn't really eat all that…did you? You wipe some crumbs from your mouth and stifle a small burp. 

Your aunt calls everyone to the kitchen, announcing that it was time for dinner. Dinner…the prospect of eating, even now, aroused more than just your hunger. But you couldn't be the first in line. Not after eating 90% of the appetizers. You waddle over to your partner, allowing others to begin getting food first. It comes to yours and your partner's turn, and they go ahead of you. But you see that they take a relatively small portion…they did this on purpose. They knew you wouldn't be able to help but take an obscene amount, and simply wanted to give a subtle nod to the difference between the two of you. Just as they figured, you load your plate full, with a particular focus on the heavy carbs. 

You shuffle to the table, finding that everyone sort of just sat wherever there was space, some even standing by the central counter. You pull the chair out, a good distance from the table, and sit. The cacophony of creaks from beneath your huge ass fills the room, and you nervously look up. Some relatives gave a worried look down at the chair beneath the table. You shared the sentiment…this damn chair felt and sounded like it would shatter any second! As carefully as you can, you scoot closer to the table until your double belly presses to the tableside. 

Your partner sits beside you and places a gentle hand on your thick, cellulite-covered thigh to comfort you. It was okay. They were here, they adored you, and you knew this was not only comfort, but encouragement. It felt freeing…why be so self conscious? You felt good this way. You loved being massively fat and eating as you pleased. These thoughts of reassurance allow you to start digging in to the mountain of food you piled up. 

Bite after bite, with at least a slight show of decorum so as not to look like the absolute hog that you are, you stuff your growing belly. The last few bites remain on your plate, you feel your gut stretched like crazy, pressing to the side of the table, the soft fat flowing on top of it. Your partner squeezes your thigh once more, and it's all you can do to avoid whimpering at their touch as you stuff down the last bites and lean back. You fought to keep your mind on trying to be respectful and polite for the moment, but the association between this feeling of being overfed and an undeniable pleasure was hardwired into you at this point. It was arousing to be this full, this self-indulgent, but you knew you had to keep it together for now. 

You rest your hands on top of your belly as it heaves up and down with each labored breath. Your eyes stay closed for a bit as you let out a heavy sigh, before hearing your partner's voice.

"Want me to see what's over there for dessert?", they ask in a pleasant tone. It would seem so normal to your family. The only thing to give anyone pause might be the fact of how much you just ate, but just a simple question after all! But you knew better. You weren't meant to give a yes or no. You were going to get dessert put in front of you. You nod and let out a soft groan as your partner gets up and takes your dishes.

Quickly returning with two bowls of cake and ice cream, your partner sets one down in front of you with a smile, taking the other for themself. You gaze down at the sweets-filled container and groan softly as you take up your utensil and begin to dig in. The first mouthful of seemingly pure sugar sends such a tingle throughout your body as you taste it. “Mmm…wow, that’s good…”, you moan softly, your eyes fluttering. “Did you make this Auntie?”, you ask, continuing to push spoonful after spoonful past your lips. 

Your aunt smiles, then nods, and you catch her taking a quick glance at your now distended belly as it practically ate the table’s edge. “I did! Baked it up this morning! I’m glad you like it so much!”, she says with sincerity. Before you even realized it, distracted by the short interaction, you had devoured the entire serving of dessert. You blushed as you went to get another spoonful, only for it to hit the empty bottom. You glanced over to your partner, noticing they were still working on their bowl. You could feel the tension. Every fiber of your being and theirs wanted that extra helping of dessert, so you could fill your greedy belly with more empty calories. But they simply give you a half smile and finish their small serving. It was playful, and you knew it. They were teasing you. In the back of your spoiled mind, you knew you’d be getting more after you left this gathering.

You both sit around for a while afterwards, conversing and letting your belly settle from the excessive amount of food you stuffed into yourself.  Relatives filtered out as the evening passed into early night, and, feeling like you could actually stand now, you decided it was time for you to go as well. Your chair creaks as you haul your obese, stuffed body up, then the floor creaks in turn as you shuffle around to say farewell to your remaining family. Now back to the SUV...the seemingly long trek for someone of your size, let alone how much you had eaten… But you make it, situate yourself into the passenger seat, and immediately recline back with a loud groan. Your already tight shirt rolls up, exposing your lower gut.

“Well that was an experience, to say the least…”, your partner says, climbing into the driver’s seat and starting up the vehicle. You could hear the satisfaction in their voice. “I have to admit, it was hard to resist you that whole time. Knowing that you’ve gotten so fucking fat that your family can’t even recognize you, knowing that you’ve gotten so insatiable that you can’t even stop yourself from pigging out in front of them…”, they teased before biting their lip and chuckling. They reach over, tenderly place a hand on your soft, swollen belly, and begin to rub it as they drive off. You let out a breathy whimper, then a moan. Feeling their hand on you after all this anticipation building, it was almost unbearable. 

“You did so good, baby. So, so good. I think you deserve a nice, big treat. What do you say?”, they ask. Another rhetorical question. You were getting more, one way or another. And you couldn’t wait to feel more fattening calories filling your belly again. No wonder you had gotten so obese in such a short time. You were enamored with this feeling of fattening up, pure indulgence, and hedonistic pleasure. And you knew, deep down, you couldn’t stop if you tried. It felt too good…

It's so hot being put on all fours like this. It really shows what a flabby pig you've made of me. My sides covered in thick rolls, and this big wobbling gut hanging down so low it plops and brushes against the sheets. And even still, I dream of growing fatter, growing so large that my puddling belly makes it impossible to eat like this any longer. Just a helpless ball of lard, too fat to crawl or even reach my piggy trough. Now where's my cake?

Also whilst I'm at it, can I interest you in some stretch marks? 😌

I'm taking my thyroid pills. I'm taking the magnesium supplement. I'm not eating the gluten. I'm drinking enough water. I'm getting regular sleep. Why do I still feel like a skein of yarn that's being unraveled

So on my travels ive been really ashamed of being fat, liking fat and wanting be fatter. Wich doesn't make sense because if you asked me id say theres nothing wrong with having a kink like that.

So by posting here im starting accpet that part of myself, wich is very cool!!!