Penelope Rouge
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A pigs future
🕑 Added 2023-07-04 20:19:54 +0000 UTCMy sweet plump little piglet
You've grown so fucking big these last six months
I've really turned you into quite a gluttonous hog haven't I? Such a shame you're getting too fat for basic activities.
Your belly is getting in the way isn't it? And all of those tasty little snacks have really done a number on your figure. You're starting to bulge out of your clothes again.
Shall I pick the next size up? 4X? Or should we just go to 5X…since you're headed there anyway.
I'll keep you in your nicely loosened clothing until…oops! You've gotten too big for those too. Your hanging belly peeking from your shirt tail. Your pants ready to rip at the seams.
Fat quivering and wobbling with each and every movement. You'll be a real whale in no time. Hopelessly addicting to glutting yourself every day until you're too full to move.
You nearly cum just at the thought of being so big, round, and helpless don't you? Stuffed. Swollen. Engorged.
It turns you on doesn't it? My sick little piggy ready to pop from their own addiction. Swallowing, gulping, and feasting themselves away. Not a care with how they look. Just how fucking fat they can get.
I want to feed you nice and slow. So your body has time to stretch so you can fill out even more. The stretch marks are a good sign that your skin is taking on the burden of gaining weight so quickly.
But your belly is drooping further towards your knees and I want it to swell to the point that it touches the floor when you're sitting down.
You'll be a real sight to see. A prisoner trapped inside their own fattened body. Disgustingly obese yet enjoying every moment of sweet suffering.
You'll be too preoccupied with being filled to notice how far your body is spreading out and taking up space. Your ass widening each week, legs collecting every calorie, and arms growing soft and plump.
Your physical activity will be diminished by the rising numbers on the scale. You'll grow too heavy to even want to think about exercise. And anything that was once an easy task, will be made difficult just by you simply needing to stand up to do it.
Getting out of bed or off the couch will require so much effort that you'll rethink if such things even need to be done. Household chores will be nearly impossible while you attempt to heft around 650 pounds to get them done. And you'll need to take breaks to catch your breath and cool down between them.
That is, if you can fit through doors still.
But I won't mind helping you squeeze through those tight places. Pressing my hands deep into your soft blubbery body while you contemplate your life decisions. Would you want to continue blimping up while you have the doorways widened…or attempt to give up on the life of a pig.
Which I doubt you'll be able to stop stuffing your greedy mouth. I'm too much of an enabler to let that happen. I'll just keep putting junk in the fridge and order takeout more often. You'll never lose a single ounce with me around.
I'll be sure to keep you fat and pleased.
