Penelope Rouge
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Instant Gaining
🕑 Added 2022-10-24 22:30:01 +0000 UTCThe thought of instant gaining is such a dream to me.
I'd give anything to watch someone blow themselves up before my eyes.
I find myself imagining a smaller chubby feedee in the middle of a California King bed with every luxury around them. Soft fluffy pillows, comforters, and snacks layed around them. Hanging above them a hose with a locking harness to be tied around their head so they couldn't stop.
I would want their pudgy wrists tied until they grew too fat and wide to get away. Helpless and groaning from being pumped full of calories day in and day out. Then when they are getting too uncomfortable from sitting up right I would lay them back on a pile of plump pillows and watch their belly blow up like an overfilled water balloon.
And that's where it would start. Fattening them by the hour with their center resembling an enormous beach ball. Then the fun part begins. Which body parts would grow from there? Thighs? Arms? Hips? Maybe they would have an even amount of fat distribution and simply blow up into a mountain of flesh.
From every angle, fat taking over the entire bed while they guzzle down a creamy mixture of gainer shake, sugar, and milk. Sure they might be uncomfortable for a little while as their body slowly adjusts to handling so much being poured inside of it all at once. But after their fat cells continue to multiply and their skin stretches with the newly added lard, the addiction will begin and they'll refuse to slow down.
Speaking of angles…watching them blow up as they are leaned back on a mountain of pillows would be simply divine. Legs spread to accommodate their growth. And between their fat stuffed globular thighs a thick meaty fat pad swallowing their genitals by the hour. Spilling down and taking up the rest of the space that was once empty, but now filled with pounds of pure adipose.
"What's becoming of me?" They will think to themselves as their face is engulfed in soft plush fat and their chins build up around a once slender neck. They'll have moments where they'll want to stop but that flame will soon be doused by pure addiction.
Glugging and glutting their body into an adipose riddled mess. I'd watch their plump cheeks puff up forcing their eyes into a squint while their body struggles to find more room to store fat. "More…" I'd whisper caressing the heavy mounds of flesh building around them. "Just a little more…" The enabling would continue.
While the tube pulses and pumps continuously filling my poor helpless piglet I would stuff a Hitachi wand under their massive fat pad and enjoy seeing them wriggle from being stuffed and pleased at the same time. Their added weight pressing them into the vibrating wand.
But sometimes I really cannot decide how to end my blobular feedee? Most of my fantasies have a climax…as do I.
How to quite literally…pop the pig.
A blob needs an end.
I love to imagine my insta-gaining piggy getting so insanely obese that their body becomes a puddle of thick rippling fat spreading across the bed. Across…the room even…
The feeding tube dwarfed by an ocean of fat that was once a normal sized human.
Upper arms now the size of large tires with the forearms force out to the side only used to store more lard. Little sausage fingers completely useless and enveloped in fat.
Large bags of breast meat sagging sadly down the bulbous belly of my feedee nearly resting up on the top of their hips.
How to pop the piggy…
Sadly, piggy will be so used to being stuffed that it's going to take quite a bit of consumption to quite literally burst. I mean...with skin stretched out, insides being pumped full almost 24 hours a day, and a literally insatiable appetite...how does one go about to give the piggy one last meal?
By turning up the pressure on the feeding tube of course.
Two things will happen. Piggy will either grow far too big and be drowned by their own sea of adipose or their intestines and stomach will surely meet their maximum capacity and piggy will eat until they blow.
And me, the deranged feeder will want to find out which one happens first.
It may take a few days or it may take an entire week for my feedee to succumb to their own gluttonous demise. To consume and be consumed underneath pounds upon pounds of blubber. Swimming in a sea of flesh, helpless and eager to grow for me.
So gradually I begin turning the pressure up which at first is nearly unnoticeable. And little by little my pigs stomach is filled quicker yet leaving enough time for it to stretch to accommodate more gain shake. Then I would make it even thicker but only by a small amount.
The hours would pass and the gaining would quicken. Their calves, thighs, and feet would start to turn into vessels only to store more lard. Wriggling and attempting to stretch their hefty body, my pig would surely notice how uncomfortable being absolutely colossal is.
A thin person with less body mass is generally more flexible. But poor piggy being weighed down, would struggle to stretch and get into a better position. Even when they are surrounded by the softest of comfort items.
But that will not matter. For in such a short time, piggy will be done for and encased in an overabundance of fat and moving will be impossible. Stuck with their own body becoming a warm flabby prison. Left with one option; to suck from their feeding tube until the inevitable happens. Their heart finally pops from the strain~
