Eat. I Know Youre Ravenous. I Dont Mind That Its Late, Order Whatever Youd Like. I Promise Ill Bring

Eat. I know you’re ravenous. I don’t mind that it’s late, order whatever you’d like. I promise I’ll bring it in as soon as it gets here.

Give me that belly, I’m gonna cover it in tiny kisses until you can have your fill. Just think about how sensitive you’ll be with your skin stretched tight, showing off every last bite you stuffed into yourself.

I know you’re so hungry you can barely stand it. Don’t worry, I ordered extra just for you. I know you can finish it all.

The masculine urge to fatten up a lactating feedee, and gain from the sheer amount of milk you get to drink at all times 💕

It’s amazing, really.

You’ve gone from a thin waif of a human to an oversized cow in less than a year. Although you deny it, your face has lost its once sharp jawline. Pudgy cheeks led to double chins, directly into shoulders so covered in fat it looks comical. You don’t have much of a chest, just several rolls of fat piling on top of each other as they reach your gut. You look like a melted ice cream cone, belly spread over your knees and half of the bed beneath you. If I lift your gut, your thighs take up just as much space. Finding pants that fit is almost impossible now, even if the length is right barely anything fits over your ass. Even your fingers feet and toes are puffy and round now.

Remember being so small? I doubt you could ever get small again. Now that you’ve been nothing but stuffed for almost a year, I think you’ll need to have a permanent live in feeder. Your belly is constantly growling, even when your skin looks like a balloon ready to burst. No, you’re going to be a piggy forever.

Just busted out of my first pair of dress pants and now I have to go and stuff myself some more 🥵

Only a month to put on 30 pounds? Oh piggy, you’ll put on much much more. Sit in this chair for me ok? I love the way your ass spreads to cover the entire seat. Give me those fat little wrists, they look better tied up on top of that soft gut.

Oh dear, your tummy is grumbling awfully loud. lol have to fix that for you, greedy pig. Open wide, that’s it. You take to a funnel so well, I think I’ll just strap it on. There you go, keep up now. That was only the first glass. I have two gallons of gainer shake to fill you with, hope you can manage.

Oof, feeling full yet piggy? You look so soft and jiggly, you even slosh when I touch you. I know you can fit some more in there. Turn off that brain for me, just swallow and feel how nice it feels to be massive and sloshy for me. You don’t even know how many days worth of calories you’ve sucked into that belly, although I’m sure it would only drive you wild.

How’s the rope on your wrists? Looks awfully tight, it’s almost as if every swallow just piles the new fat right on. Hear that? The chair is groaning louder than you are, pig. You can get fatter for me, I know it. Feel how soft you are now, just squeezing your thighs sends a wave through every inch of fat on your body.

You’ve had more than three gallons of gainer shake now, aren’t you a massive fat cow? It’s hard to tell if you have tits or if you’re just so massively obese. I think I’ll try and milk them anyway, be a good pet and keep sucking down that shake while I play with them? Don’t worry, even heavy with milk they won’t outsize that gut of yours.

Poor cow, did the chair have enough? Good, cows stay on the floor and eat and give milk. Feel how your belly hits the ground between your legs? You can’t stop until it touches the ground on your sides too.

Look how flushed you are! Are you embarrassed at how much milk I got out of your fat tits? You’re such a good pet, I won’t waste a single drop. You’ve gained so much I doubt most scales could measure your massive size. Although, you’d be hard pressed to stand to try anyway. I think I’ll go ahead and remove that funnel now. No?

Alright fat cow, drink up.

Every last crumb.

I told you before you started stuffing yourself that I’d check. You wanted to be a good pet and eat, you’ll finish every last morsel. Feel how tight your skin is, pig. You’d better make room, you have half of the cake left. I smirk, watching you struggle into a better position to take the next bite.

Your thighs are tied together, supported mostly by your fat distended belly. Facedown in a cake, cheeks coated in crumbs and frosting, groaning with every swallow as the stretch marks on your gut begin to redden and ache. You’ll have so many new ones to add to your collection, proof of your uncontrollable hedonism permanently etched into your skin.

Look at your chest. You’ll be needing a bra to keep that all together fatty, if I didn’t know any better I’d try and milk you with how big you’ve made them. In any case, from this position I doubt you can see past them anyway, just two massive blobs of fat covered in chocolate.

Oh? You’re almost done? No, pet. Roll over and sit against the edge of the bed. I have a drink for you to wash it all down. Take your funnel. Your eyes roll back as thick, creamy shake fills your mouth, immediately adding pressure to your belly.

I pat the top edge of your gut, and pour faster. Your gut is visibly turning a bit pink around the belly button.

Swallow. You can fit it all. A loud gurgle resonates in response, and your hands reach under your gut and hold tight, as if to prevent you from expanding any more.

Pig. Finish it. Be a good pet. I slap the side of your gut and knock the last drops into the funnel.

You look massive, pet. I promised you wouldn’t feel hungry again. I’ll be back in an hour to fill you again.