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I reached down his thigh with my blackened nails treading over the thick roll of fat. I squeezed lightly, noticing the excitement building beneath his boxers. I could hear the murmuring whimpers echoing between large gulps of the ice cream slurry I made for him. Through his pleading eyes I saw a vulnerable man aching for release through his depraved fantasies. His eyes darted down at what lay between his flabby thighs. I gripped his leg tightly, inflicting a small amount of pain. “No.”I took my flogger and struck his fattened belly, watching him jolt and wince as soon as the leather made contact. I trailed the tassels over his plump center tickling down towards his firm cock. “I do not take orders from pigs. Do not test me.” He nodded his head quickly in agreement. “I always come first. If I am displeased you get nothing.” He kept looking down at his manhood wriggling his pudgy arms under the restraints. “You are a pathetic fucking pig so I will treat you as such.” I grabbed the pitcher half full of the calorie loaded milkshake and dumped the rest into the funnel. “Suck…for me.” I whispered into his ear grinning as he had no other choice. “You want to be a fat pig, right? You will do as I say.” I spread his legs further apart and sat between them watching his belly swell even more. He’s already pushing three hundred and fifty pounds, our shared fantasy is simply enabling his greed. I could hear the rumbling of digestion and he let out a groan. Adjusting himself in his seat to lessen the discomfort, his plump belly jiggled and swayed. “Do. Not. Stop.” I ordered. My eyes locked onto his as he glanced away in intimidation. “You’re nobody. You are to be used by me and only me. You are my property. I keep you filled and you grow just for me.” He squeezed his eyes shut as his cock was pushing the fabric of his boxers to their limit. I noticed the tip dampen while he trembled and moaned with his mouth around the tube of the funnel. “Your lack of discipline is showing. You’re ready to cum just from being stuffed like a hog. How fucking sad.” With my sharp words biting into him he whined like a begging dog and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “If you get a single drop on my beautiful velvet seat, I will make you lap it up like the animal you are.” He continued to groan with his belly taut and round. After sucking two whole gallons of thick creamy shake mix I expected nothing less. “Keep. Going.” I ordered. My cunt was throbbing from seeing his massive belly so fucking full. Watching it go from a nice relaxed mound of fat to overstuffed and ballooned was making me wet. I squeezed my thighs together in attempts to hide my arousal. I studied the funnel closely as the amount of mixture dwindled down. He was grunting, nearly gyrating in both arousal and pain from being so full. Keep.Going.I pressed my hand into his soft fatty thigh and let it sink down deep. I clenched my nails and gripped a glob of flesh and jiggled it while I watched his cock move with it. “Suck for me, fat boy.” He was getting huge in more than one way. I slid my fingernails across his round belly and wobbled it slowly. I truly ached to see him pop from overindulgence. My panties were soaked from watching my pet slowly become what he desires to be. I closed my eyes for just a few seconds imagining him where I wanted him to be. Completely helpless and held down by hundreds of pounds of fat that I generously poured into him. I wanted nothing more than our shared fantasy to slowly unfold into a dark depraved reality. When I snapped back to reality the funnel had been emptied and he was left with a belly so fucking huge you’d think he swallowed a beach ball. With his belly pushing against his cock I took both of my hands and gripped it, rubbing very gently to not cause too much more discomfort. After all, he did as I asked. Not a drop of cum on my chair and he sucked down every last drop. He relaxed, closing his eyes, panting and sighing with a few beads of sweat forming on his forehead. I wasn’t done though. “You did such a good job sucking down both gallons of cream for me. I’ve helped you put on the last forty pounds…I want to help with the rest.” Curious, he opened one eye to focus on what I had to say. “You will become the object of my desire.” His cock twitched and he let out a pleasured gasp. “My plan is to repeat this daily until you become addicted to it.” He gasped as one hand quickly gripped his shaft through his boxers. “I will train you to cum while your belly swells just for me.” I flipped my long, wavy, black hair behind my shoulder and glanced down at his cock in my hand. “Today, you will stroke yourself before me while I empty the last half of cream into you.” His eyes were like dinner plates. He had no choice as the tube was locked into place. “I want you to pleasure yourself while your stomach is pushed to its limits.” His face reddened from embarrassment. With my flogger in my other hand I quickly lashed it against his outer thigh leaving behind red streaks. He whined and whimpered, tears welling up in the corner of his eyes. “If you don’t, there is plenty more where that came from. I will not be displeased by a pig.” I could hear a distorted, “Yes, Mistress.” from his tube stuffed mouth. With that I grabbed one last half gallon from the fridge and tipped it up to the base of the funnel dumping it in. “Now grab. Your. Cock.” I looked directly down at him and released one hand from the arm of the chair. Unawaredly disobeying me, his hand met his ballooned belly and rubbed it. I shook my head in disappointment and let the tassels of my flogger do the correcting. A quick lash to his belly made him jerk his hand away. “I said your cock, not your gluttoned gut, fat boy.” He whimpered pathetically and pulled his boxers down revealing his throbbing member that was slowly being swallowed by a thick layer of blubber. “Pump your cock, fat boy.” I demanded. “I will train you to obey me the first time.” I stepped over to my boudoir and pulled out a set of nipple clamps from the middle drawer. “This should help get it through your thick head.” I leaned in and dangled them in front of his face. For a moment his actions stopped and he looked up at me pleadingly. “Keep. Going.” I stimulated his puffy nipples to get them firm enough to grasp. He cried out as I attached them both but continued to get his fill. “The next time you step up to the scale I want the numbers to read significantly higher.” He struggled to reach around his engorged belly to grip his cock. I quietly bit my lower lip and adjusted the chair to lean him forward. “You’re making progress porker, pretty soon your bulging belly will be too fucking big for you to reach your cock.” With every stroke his entire body rippled and jiggled. I leaned in with eyes like daggers. “I want the numbers to read three hundred and fifty pounds. Then four hundred. Then four fifty…” I knew exactly what I was doing. I watched him suck furiously as I kept whispering. “Six hundred…it will be hard to stand at this point. You’ll be far too heavy to want to move much.” The pace of his strokes quickened. I leaned down further and slipped my top off, my breasts falling out before him. “My end goal is to create my own fuckpig to own. Your future will be cut short with every pound added. As you swell up nice and fat for me, I’ll pleasure myself to your ruined body. I want you helpless and begging me to feed you until your every waking moment is filled with nothing but consumption.”My fat pet was sweating profusely while stroking his cock for me. I reached down and squeezed one of his plump tits tightly, listening to him groan in pain. “I want to ruin your body and mind, you greedy fuck. Brainwash you to eat yourself up to over twelve hundred pounds. I want to feel the bags of fat swaying heavily while I force you to your feet one last time before you’re stuck to a bed forever, allowing me to pump whatever I want into you.” His other bound hand was gripping the arm of the chair as he listened to me talk of his future. The funnel was nearly empty yet again and I grazed my nails across his near-bursting stomach. “My…my…you’re so full…keep…going…” With a sigh of pleasure the last of the cream slowly drained into his eager mouth and down his throat. I unlocked the tube from his mouth and released his other wrist from the arm of the chair. His stroking slowed as he was edging closer to climax.“You’ve been such a good fat boy…now it’s time for dessert.” His jaw dropped and he shot me a worried look. “You’ll see. Remove your hand from your cock. You do not get to cum. I’ll allow them to wander for one minute.” “Yes Mistress...” He seemed downhearted yet obeyed running his hands over his bloated belly in waiting. “Open your mouth and hold these.” I slipped my panties from my hips, down my legs, and he opened his mouth yet again. My heels clicked the tile flooring as I stepped away from the chair. “Kneel.” My finger pointed between my spread legs. He struggled to get to his feet from being so full. “Of course.” I looked down at my pathetic pet and saw a man who would give anything to please me. An obedient, subservient, emasculated man who was living in his wildest darkest fantasy. “Put my panties on while you suck my cunt. I want to see your cock adorned in lace.” I reached down, removing my soaked panties from his mouth, using them to wipe the smidgen of leftover cream from around his lips. “Yes, Mistress. Anything for you.” He stood to his feet and slid my panties up around his waist tucking his half soft cock where my pussy was. “Good boy. Now…eat.” Kneeling once more I felt his hands slide up the outside of my legs and the warmth of his mouth against my lips, I widened my stance for him as his tongue lapped against the entirety of my glistening pussy. I felt his grip tighten against my legs as he worked his way to my throbbing clit. “Keep going…” I closed my eyes to step back into my own depraved fantasy world to the future where my fat feedee was fattened past the point of no return. I ached to see him a complete mess of a human. Another victim of unbridled hedonism with zero denial of pleasure nor food left in a constant state of growing. All of my fantasies revolved around one thing… Seeing my feedees rendered helplessly fat so I could use them, feed them, and objectify them. “Fuck…” I let myself cry out as he rolled his tongue around my clit. I could feel the pressure building in my center. Eating truly was his passion. “Keep…going…” I was doing my best to keep my composure, with my legs trembling I led him back to where we started and sat myself at the edge of the chair, legs spread for him to continue. Then it hit me… He slipped two fingers up inside of me and proceeded to coax the orgasm out of me. My hands gripped the sides of the chair as I bucked wildly at his pudgy face. My thighs quivered and my back arched violently yet he still kept going… My moans echoed through the room as he left me a whimpering mess. I locked my thighs against the sides of his head. “You may stop.” I ordered as I finished. He leaned back with a sense of pride in his service and sheepishly looked up at me then at the floor. “Good…boy.” I collected myself and leaned back up to see him kneeling, knees red, my lace panties still in place around his chubby hips. “Stand.” He stood before me awkwardly while I gazed at the massive wet spot his cock had left. “Can’t contain yourself while you pleasure your Mistress, hmm?” I taunted him to watch his face redden. “No, Mistress.I cannot.” I smirked and motioned him to lower himself to me. He leaned in, his eyes still sheepishly locked at the ground.I tipped his chin up with a single finger to look him in the eyes. “You’re very good at eating…”