What do you have here? Another snack? Have you noticed how I've eyeballed you everytime you pop another greasy food down your greedy mouth? No, is not because I want some. I let the fatty food for the ones that are as greasy as it. Don't deny it, I can pinch two full chins right there.
Oh, you like that? I'll let you in on a secret: I love it. I've seen you steadily growing fatter, and every pound you've put on is making you cuter and cuter. It's great to watch someone widen without any care, transofrming into a huge fat pig.
So here is what I have for you. Oh yeah, it's a full meal, very greasy and full of calories. And the best, all this bad food is gonna stuff itself down your throat because you can't resist the appeal of eating and becoming fatter. So have a nice meal. I'll let you keep growing, and you can come waddling to me anytime you'd like someone to take full control, and fully release your inner hog.
You're a nice fatty. You've plumped up nicely, and you're now finally at a good size. I hope you're enjoying yourself as well, because I don't want to be the only who gets the fun here...
Come on, feel yourself up, there is still plenty of places you can reach... That's right, so much softness to fondle... Going all in for the belly? Wouldn't blame you, it's the nicest and the biggest... Don't forget your puffy chest, those mounds need some loving as well. And you can always cup your double chin if you want~
Oh, shaking your flabby arms? Are you trying to put on a show for me, or just enjoying the feeling of your lard moving around? You have thighs that need attention as well, the lard pillars do a hard job sporting your heaviness daily...
What, you want me to take the relay? Sure, my piggy, I'll reach everywhere, tease every place, and melt you into a puddle of happiness~
Still on the console, playing video games? You've been playing all day, shoveling snacks mindlessly. Yeah, of course I know, I've replenished those a dozen times already, you greedy pig. Look at that peak performance gamer body... It shows that you love nothing else than to stay inside and eat in front of your screen.
Feel my finger sinking in your gut? You won't get cold with such a layer insulation... But how much do you dread summer? Yeah I bet you stay inside just as much, to avoid being seen as a sweaty fat out of breath mess by the time you're at the end of the street.
What a wonderful body you have actually. Yeah, it's perfect for lounging around, isn't it? No chair must be uncomfortable for you, when you have natural padding you carry with you~ And sitting is a thing you're an expert at now... A position I like to have my pig in, to see just how much of your lap is left before being totally engulfed by the saggy soft apron that is your belly.
What's that look? Don't like me pointing how obvious it is that you're a lazy fat hog? Not my fault you're making the job so easy for me. Look at that, even when I'm berating you, you keep reaching for more snacks to fatten, with your pudgy digits... That's right, keep stuffing your puffy cheeks, fatso. You can't resist your gluttony even if you wanted to anyways. How must it feels like to be a slave to hedonism... Looks like it's extasy, given how little resistance to your own lardening you ever opposed me.
So resume playing, I wanna see you all flustered while I play with your lard. After, that's why you turned yourself into a tub of butter, isn't it? So that someone with more self control could play with you, tease you, feed you, grow you, encourage you on your way to be a beached whale on your couch~ I can't wait to see you try not to moan in pleasure in vocal while I tease your fat rolls. I wanna see the lust built up as you can barely contain it and can't focus on your game, that you're supposidely so good at.
I don't know, each time I'm here it seems like you can't do anything. Is it because your feeder is that impressive, or because my teasing is too much for your weak will to handle? Or maybe it's both. So, feeling my hands caress your lardy pauch? How daintly I am compared to how titanically huge you are. It's fun, you used to be thinner... Where is this body buried now, piggy? Under all this lard of course.
You wanna hear something sexy? You're more than four times your starting weight... Anyways, cut the game, I've come get you cause dinner is ready. So get your fat ass out of the dent in the cocuch, I wanna grope you while you waddle to the table, whale.
Come on, keep going! I've already lapped you three times, and you've not completed a single lap! Oh, hard, is it? Yeah, unlike your body. Guess that all that eating had to take effect somehow, huh? Who would have imagined you'd be a slow runner? Not me when I dragged you out of the house to make you sweat, pig.
When your legs are smooched together up to your knees, and your belly drops in a apron in front of your thighs, and you can't manage anything more than a waddle, it's a real mystery why you can't run. Maybe if you didn't spend your life making more lard to burden your obese self, you wouldn't be such a huge whale, pathetically weak compared to your feeder.
Oh, stopping now? Does my teasing have thrown you of rythm? Does the arousal take all your brain can process, and you can't waddle anymore? Damn, you're so out of breath, for what, "running" fifty meters? Or is it arousal again? That goes well with your blushing~
Is it growling I hear? The lardy whale as gotten hungry again... What would you like to stuff your fat face with? Oh yeah, you're too tired to lift your arms. Guess I'll have to insert all the food in your hungry maw myself~ Luckily, I've picked up some pastrues on the way. Ah, I love the way your eyes light up when I wave some greasy stuff in front of you...
All right, gobble up, fatass! I don't have to say that twice, huh? And you can't even defend yourself while I grope your drooping belly. I must restrain myself, or else I'm gonna throw you off balance and there's no way I'll be able to help you off the ground. Alright, let's get you back to the house, I've installed the pool outside to wash you, and then it'll be time for a feast~
Hmm? You wanna try step? Well, I don't know if the step will be able to take it. Let me check... Hmm, no weight limit. I guess no one imagined that such a fatass would even try to exercise.
Well, I say exercise, but I know what you're trying to do. Don't play dumb, you wanna show off to your feeder, don't you piggy? You want to jiggle your lard for me to get all excited, and wanting to stuff your fat face when you'll get out of breath after just a couple steps.
All flustered? Your plan was sooo hard to figure out. A several hundred pounds overweight feedee wanting to do some sports... You're funny~
Alright, give me your hands. If it breaks, I don't want you to fall and get hurt. Your palms are so pudgy, and your fingers so wide... You know well what makes me happy, piggy. Right foot up! Good, good. Yep, you're right on it. Now for the difficult part...
Ah! Are you okay? Okay, you were over the weight limit after all. Oh, don't worry, I have a spare. To be truthful, I wanted to make you try that anyways. I think the hog need some comfort food after that emotion. Go waddle your fatass to the bed, I'll insert ice cream between your fat lips in a moment. You're better at being my big calorie disposal than doing sports anyways.
So, what do you want? I'm still not done with cooking, given how you eat through everything so fast I can't do anything else but be preparing new stuff, all while you devour some take out. And what body it has made you... Loving being a pile of lard, tubbo? Oof! Hnnng, I... Can't move...
Oh, pinning me, are you? Yeah, you can do that no problem, given how heavy you are... Seems like I'm totally at your mercy, fatty. What are you plans with me? Do you want to please me for all the work I've done to give you this huge weak flabby body? Because that's what I'm feeling right now, when you engulf me in all your lard like that. I can feel how hot and out of breath you are.
There is a problem with your pinning however... My little hands are all free~ And you're right in range for some quality groping. How about we see how long it takes to make the hog moan in bliss? I'll begin with those love handles. They're appropriately named, because I love them~
Or what about the top of your belly? Always stuffed, yet soft from all the lard. And that puffy chest. Fat has given you two cute huge jugs to play with. Or back lower, to that huge butt... Oh, I can't even reach it, you're waaay too fat, but still getting bigger and better... And you spend your whole day sitting on your padded cheeks, until you'll finally be too wide even for doors~ And all that mass is used to pin your cute feeder, who can just please you to get away from this predicament.
Even though I don't actually want you to stop... But you're burning calories like that, and you're not eating. So you can either go back to the couch, or lay right here and let me get the hose right between your plump lips for being such a pushy pig. There is no choice, is it? Not when you're not the whale size you wanna be yet~
