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I'm nothing but a greedy, gluttonous sow, driven by cravings I can't control. The call of greasy, fat-soaked fast food is irresistible, and I always answer, stuffing myself until I'm swollen and sluggish. Sugary sodas only fuel the cycle, each fizzy gulp adding to the bloat as the empty calories pack on the pounds. I don't even pretend to have manners anymore—why bother? Every loud, shameless burp feels like a victory cry, a filthy reminder that I've cleared space to cram in just a little more. They roll out of me uncontrollably, deep and guttural, proof of just how far I've let myself go. Nothing else matters now—just feeding this endless, all-consuming hunger.


I'm glad you invited me back to your place — tonight was so much fun, and maybe it's just the drinks loosening me up, but I'm feeling bold. I've noticed the way your eyes always seem to follow me at work, locked onto my big, soft, jiggling ass like you just can't help yourself. Don't think I haven't caught you staring — it's cute, honestly. If you've got a thing for fatties like me, you don't have to be shy about it. I'll let you in on a little secret of my own: I've had a crush on you for a while, but I kept quiet, worried you'd think I was too much — too big, too heavy, too everything. But seeing the way you look at me? I'm starting to think you're more than ready to handle it all.


Do you even realize how lucky you are? Usually, I keep you reserved for the office, but today's different. Today, you're sprawled out across my bed — soft sheets beneath you, but none of that comfort is for you. Look at you, all perfect and pristine with that sun-kissed skin, those high cheekbones, and those wide, innocent eyes that probably stop boys in their tracks. If only they knew the truth — that all that beauty belongs to me. Right here, right now, you're exactly where you should be. No pretense, no escape. Just my pretty little thing, perfectly placed for me to take my seat.


As the Goddess of Gluttony, my every whim is a divine decree, and Bianca, my ever-loyal servant, ensures they're carried out without question. My powerful feet, deserving of endless reverence, are rubbed with devotion to prepare me for the hedonistic feast about to arrive. Each greasy, calorie-drenched delight has been chosen to appease my insatiable hunger, and I won't lift so much as a finger—Bianca's duty is to hand-feed me, guiding every luscious bite to my soft, demanding lips. Between bites, she tends to me further, coaxing out deep, satisfying burps to make way for more of the feast. My laziness is not a flaw but a mark of my divinity; after all, a Goddess such as I deserves nothing less than utter servitude and unending indulgence.


I'm such a greedy slut for ice cream, aren't I? It's become my daily craving, an unrelenting need to devour an entire kilogram of creamy, sweet calorie bomb without a second thought. Watch closely as I demolish half a kilogram in one sitting, spoonful after spoonful disappearing into my eager mouth. When it's gone, I don't just stop—I make sure to lick the plate spotless, my practiced tongue leaving no trace behind, all while keeping my makeup perfectly intact like the polished, gluttonous, feedee pig I am.



As I slowly waddle down the city sidewalk, every step sets my big, blubbery body into motion, fat jiggling in a steady, rippling rhythm. My wide hips roll with each unhurried step, and my heavy double belly sways side to side, thick thighs rubbing as my ass undulates behind me, like it's moving to its own weighty beat. Each shift of my weight makes my fat quiver, a full-bodied jiggle that keeps pace with my slow, steady gait.


I'm so lucky to have you, someone who knows exactly how to use a huge, sloppy sow like me. I'm nothing but a pile of soft, sagging flesh, rolls spilling over rolls. Every heavy fold, every thick crease, is yours. Claim them, grip them, press into them, and use them however you see fit. There's so much of me for you to sink your hands into, so much soft, yielding fat just waiting to be used by you. I'm a greedy, gluttonous sow who's grown too big to be useful for anything else but being filled up by you, whenever you want, however you want - at your every whim, in your every desire.


After gorging myself all day, I'm absolutely aching with need, every bite building up to this moment. Just look at me—this massive, blubbery belly you've fattened up, sagging heavily over my thick, jiggly fupa, my ass so wide now it spills out of chairs and booths like it owns the space. You've done this to me—conditioned me so that every meal leaves me dripping wet. I'm so horny; here I am barely able to reach my own womanhood anymore. But I'll try, just for you. Maybe we could cam together tonight and orgasm together tonight.

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I think about it constantly—the day your belly swells so heavy and vast that it drapes over you like an immovable wall of blubber, locking you in a prison of your own gluttony. No longer able to reach past the sheer bulk of yourself, you'll be trapped beneath it, every ounce of your size a reminder of my control. Too fat to even lay a hand on your own manhood no matter how you struggle to reach, and when you finally realize that your only hope of relief lies in my hands, you'll understand true submission—every bite, every pound, pulling you deeper under my command.


You're mine now—my obedient, greedy pig—and that means your old life is over. No family, no job, no chores to busy those idle hands. Cooking? Cleaning? Laundry? Forget it. Your only purpose is to grow fatter, softer, and more helpless with every passing day. Every bite you take, every inch you swell, is a testament to my control over you. No decisions to make, no independence left—just the weight of your own greed pinning you down while I watch you become exactly what you were meant to be.


Look at you, weighed down by that massive, immovable body, a testament to your laziness and gluttony. You honestly think you're in better shape than me? That's hilarious. While I'm busy staying active and capable, you're sprawled out, cramming your greedy mouth full, your enormous belly spilling over and anchoring you in place. Just standing must be a chore with how much you've let yourself go. When was the last time you did anything remotely physical? Walking, exercising—it's all beyond you now, isn't it? You've become a pathetic, overfed pig, but fine, let's test this laughable claim of yours. Let's see if you can manage even a fraction of what I can. Show me, Fatboy—if you even can.


You're going to do exactly as I say, starting with taking that heavy, overstuffed belly of yours and sinking into your bed. Feel the weight of the huge globe of fat that consumes your midsection, stretched taut and swollen from being stuffed to the brim. Let that softness consume your focus—the jiggle, the heft, the undeniable proof of your gluttony. You're going to stroke to the thought of it, to how utterly massive and overfed you've become, because if you wait too long, you might just find yourself too gloriously fat to even reach your manhood.


Your step-mother and I have finally made the decision to pull you out of school because it's clear that education is the last thing on your mind these days. All you seem to care about is stuffing yourself, letting your grades slip while you lose yourself in each and every bite. You've become such a little piglet, greedy and insatiable, that we can't imagine wasting time on school when what you truly crave is right here with us. We love you too much to see you anywhere else—our dream is to watch you grow even more, pinned down by that ever-growing gut, entirely dependent on us for every single need, forever.


I know school has been such a struggle for you lately, my greedy little piglet, too distracted by cravings to focus on anything else. That's why I'm taking you out of all that stress—you'll stay right here, cozy in bed, where I'll spoil you with piles of greasy fast food, rich, buttery carbs, and homemade treats so sweet they'll keep you dazed and content. Forget about bills, college, or any drama-filled relationships; all you need to do is relax, eat, and let Step-Mommy handle everything else, keeping you well-fed and cared for exactly the way you need.