Penelope Rouge
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You live for me now
🕑 Added 2022-02-25 21:37:38 +0000 UTCYou live for me. Eating and eating yourself is heavier for me. You are my little pet. My fat hog. I want you stuffed at all times. I want you to be record breakingly obese. I want people to see what I've created. A grotesquely obese unrecognizable blob of a human. I want people to gawk at you when I put you on display. I want your insides stretched so big that it's impossible to keep you full. You have submitted your life to being my subject and I will feed your desires.
I will start by feeding you more and more every day until your belly bulges past your pants. I want you to pop the buttons from them by sitting down and letting the pressure do the rest. I want your face to grow softer and your ass to swell bigger. You are my pig now and you will eat until I say you can stop. I know you love being teased, you fat sloppy hog. I'll push you and make you eat until you think you will explode. You might cry but it's part of my plan. I want your gut to turn into two big doughy rolls for me to play with while you eat.
I will feed you for hours on end and measure you while you grow. You will be my fat storing piglet. After you have glutted yourself up to five hundred pounds I will get you an extra large bariatric bed to grow into. Even if I have to tie you down and force feed you to that size. I know you would love it anyway. Your body will be piling on so much weight so quickly that your muscles will give up on you ever walking again. I will rub your fat engorged body with lotion to keep your skin soft. Your belly will be slumped between your legs forcing them apart at all times. Your arms heavy and saggy laying uselessly to your sides. Plump and fat just for me.
But that's not enough. Nine hundred pounds is not enough. I need you to be extremely obese. Your body needs to be filled with so much fat that you are basically floating in a sea of lard. At this point you will not be able to resist. Plead all you want. I'll just stuff your piggy mouth with cake and watch you eat it slowly. I'll hook you to a heart monitor to watch your heart become weaker while you swell. That's the downside of being a pure hog. It won't stop me though. I'll roll you over onto your giant pillowy belly and rub your globular asscheeks while your face is buried in a trough. I will break your will and soon you will become a greedy feeding machine. Eating faster and faster slopping food all over yourself. Your body inflating with cellulite and fat rolls.
My goal is too make you so incredibly obese that no one will recognize you. I will fatten you up until you can't move a single muscle. A mountainous pile of lard with a feeding tube of butter funneling into your plump lips. A mess of fat rolls piled on top of your body, pressing you into the bed. I want your heart to struggle while you gorge endlessly on a mix of cream and butter. I want your fattened cheeks to be so swollen that your eyes are forced shut so you can't see what you've become. A fat, lifeless pile of blubber. All for me to feed until you either burst or your heart explodes. Which will happen first?
