#fat humiliation

-To make my belly hang over my knees, and then eventually drag along the floor so it’s out of my reach, covered in stretchmarks and infinite rolls

-To condition me to cum from being stuffed so I always need to be filled to cum

-To make me too fat to masturbate so I’m reliant on them or just trying to hump my own flesh to feel something 

-To make use of all the new rolls and folds of fat they’ve added to me, fucking them instead of my pussy and making sure I’m trained to get pleasure from that

-To not let me stop gaining until I’m as big as they want me, even if I resist, because they want me to look like a circus fat lady 

-To make me so huge I’m forced to waddle around when I can still move, every part of me jiggling just for their enjoyment and amusement, out of breath and sweaty just from walking across the room

-To only be allowed to wear clothes that are slightly too small and be forbidden from doing anything that tries to hide my fat from view, if my belly doesn’t stay in my shirt I’ll have to just let it show, every humiliating inch of cellulite-ridden flab visible

-To be made to display my gluttony for all to see in public whenever my feeder wants, eating enough for 5 people and putting my body on display in crop tops and tight shorts

-To be tied down and force fed with a funnel if I’m not cooperative, because I’m going to keep getting fatter whether I want to or not. 

-To be forced to eat until I can barely move and have to use a scooter to get around, especially in public so everyone can see the consequences of what I’ve done to myself

-To make fun of me and humiliate me as much as possible so I can never forget what I’ve become, a waddling wheezing blob of lard whose only purpose is to get fatter and fatter

getfatter:

Open up. Tip your head back for me. Now, stop struggling. I know you don’t like the funnel at first, but you always like it once it makes your gut nice and tight, don’t you? 

I’m going to have you nice and stuffed while I play with you. No, I won’t untie your hands for that. You should know that by now. There, that’s better. Good piggy.

Your feed is coming down the tube for you now piggy, get ready to swallow. Oh, good piggy. Such a good piggy. I’ll strap that funnel tight so you can’t slip it out of your mouth like you did the last time.

Spread your legs for me, and turn your hips to the side. I want to reach into your fat and touch you.

All this stuffing has given you such a huge, fat belly, hasn’t it? Look at you, sitting there with your fat gut. I love how your flab sits on the bed between your legs, piggy. I love to watch you grow. Calm down. I’ll help you. I’ll lift your huge gut to help you turn your hips for me. There.

That’s right, keep swallowing. Concentrate on sucking your feed down while I touch you.

Oh, you like that, don’t you? I love to hear you grunt and groan like a good piggy. I love to hear how frustrated you get when it’s up to me to decide when you get to come. Because I know that’s all you want when your gut gets stuffed like this, piggy. That’s what got you into this situation in the first place, isn’t it?

I did say you would be allowed to leave after spending a year with me. It’s not my fault you couldn’t fit through the door.

snotbowst1991:

snowsfatbelly:

Nurture it and make it grow. Feed it until I moan from the pain. Keep it happy and jiggly. Tell me how much bigger your going to make it no matter what. Tell me how you’re going to tie me down force feed me until I’m in pain. It’s to make your pet grow bigger, fatter, more jiggly, faster. I’ll be punished by being forced to eat more if the weight doesn’t go to the right place. My belly is your pet and I exist to satisfy you by making it bigger, fatter and softer.

This is great