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There’s no point in screaming.

Don’t even attempt to move, because you won’t get very far. You’ll be stuck on your fat fucking ass and I’ll have to just keep feeding you from where you lay. 

I don’t want you to kick or swing your arms around and stress yourself out, your heart might explode and then my effort will have been for nothing. You’re mine and you’re staying right where you are. I’ve put five hundred pounds on you and I do not plan on helping you shrink, ever. You are my personal eating machine and you’ll continue to take it until…well, I won’t say it out loud.

Oh, you thought you were a porker back then? Didn’t think I could possibly fatten you to this fucking size? I’m not even done yet. Not until that scale reads twelve hundred pounds at least. You promised to be a greedy fucking bitch and you’ve met your match. Once I had my eyes on your fat little body I wanted to make it bigger.

You look so funny when you resist. Like a fat little dumpling throwing a tantrum. You say you miss your old body but never EVER turn down a crumb I put in front of you. Just keep eating sweetheart. Just keep swallowing for me. I know lifting nearly seven hundred pounds is taxing but I still need you to show me exactly how fucking fat you are. Helplessness is looming near and soon you’ll be stuck right here with me. Under my roof and under my spell.

Get up. Come on now, you can still get to your feet. You aren’t allowed immobility yet until I see the defeated look in your eyes when the realization finally hits and you know you’ve practically eaten yourself into your own personal anchor, now get up. That’s it. Nice and slow, let me help, very good. Good girl. My God you’re packed with lard. Thousands upon thousands of calories helped me get you to this size. I can see the fatigue hit once you’ve hoisted yourself up. The fat shifting and pulling everything down towards your plump burdened feet. Not only are you overweight, you’re pushing human limitations with just how fucking obese you are. As though you craved to be stretched and packed full. I know I crave seeing your fat body find new places to store excess.

When I pry your chubby lips apart to shove more deliciousness into you, you never care if it is slopped down your massive tits and belly anymore. You’re too excited to be full and eat as though you can’t be filled fast enough. Cheeks swollen with mushed up food, you gulp and open over and over while wobbling your massive belly for me so I can gauge how much more your stomach can hold.

I always wonder, just how many more calories until you’re finally too big to get up? We’ll find out soon enough.

I need you to move for me, big girl. I need to see just how out of shape you are and how much longer I have until your permanent resting place is right where you lay. I ensure that you are filled every single day. Your stomach seems to be holding most of the calories now and that’s exactly what I want. I want it pressing down on you, forcing you to struggle to sit up and heft it over so you can stand. But until then, I need you to keep moving until you can’t. 

You’re doing such a good job. I can hear your joints popping, that’s normal when you’re this fucking big honey. Now take a few steps and come back towards the bed for me. Do you feel that? Do you understand that you are probably a few months away from never leaving this spot ever again? The way your body shifts as you rise is a warning and your pounding heart is screaming at you to slow down and reduce mass, but you’re not going to listen are you? No, you’re not.

Now open up for me.

That’s it, perfect. Keep swallowing. Chew. Swallow. It’s good isn’t it. Just focus on the taste and how good it makes you feel inside. More? Of course. But be careful what you wish for. You’ll ask for more until I finally stuff you until you pop. That’s it…grind for me. I want you to cum while you’re being fed. Yes, I hear the gurgling…keep moving for me. Your belly is getting bigger…swallow. Again. More. Eat. See? You aren’t going anywhere. You have everything you need right here with me. Food and pleasure. I need you to eat every last bite of this and I’ll let you cum. I know you’re getting really full but you aren’t going to grow bigger if you don’t push yourself.

No, you aren’t allowed to cum. You couldn’t finish all of this? It was the exact same amount as yesterday's dinner. You know I don’t like to be disappointed. I WILL find room inside of you to fill those cracks in your tummy. You need to hit your goal every single day just for me and I promise to help you do so. Open up. Good girl…

Full? What do you mean you’re full? You aren’t. You’ve only had twelve thousand calories and today you were supposed to reach thirteen thousand. Let me rub your belly around to make room, you aren’t allowed to cum or sleep until you fit this last portion inside of you. That's it…let’s work the gas out so you can make me proud. Good girl. Let it all out and make room for more. I think this is working for you, I can hear things moving. Ready for more? Open up and do not stop, you may continue to grind for me and once you’re finally finished I’ll help you get what you really want.

You’re so close, open your mouth and let me see your plump lips spread for me. This meal will be your first big warning that immobility is near. I want you so fucking big that you’re too full to move until tomorrow. Good girl. You’re fattening up so well for me. I know it’s hard to fit all of this in, but you’re mine and you’ll do everything I ask, won’t you? That belly is so fucking heavy, I’m shocked you’re still able to keep grinding your toy for as long as you have.