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As my weight climbs my health and mobility continue to decline. As such, I can't be bothered to do simple every day things anymore. Who wants to shower when just walking to the bathroom is utterly exhausting? Even with my oxygen tank such exertion leaves me struggling to catch my breath. My home health care aids warn me that if I continue down this path it's going to put me in an early grave. I can't stop, I'm too far gone.

My new home health care aid is utterly appalled by my sloth and gluttony. She questions why she's even here if I'm not going to put forth any effort. I goad her into an argument. Little does she know that all her insults just fuel my furor to get fatter.

We're such greedy gluttonous sows; the more weight we gain the more turned on we get. There's just something about eating until one is overfull that is so erotic. The feeling of one's stomach being stretched taunt in a mix of pleasure and pain. Struggling to breathe as stomach pushes on one's lungs; panting like an old hound in the summer. How being fed by a feeder takes this experience to the next level. How we'd absolutely balloon with the constant attention of a feeder.

Kenna is shocked by the sheer amount of fat on my back.  She's never seen someone with as much as back fat as I have.  She teases me that the fat rolls on my back are bigger than my breasts; that they hang down so far that they touch the top of my butt shelf.  Her whole hand easily fits under one of the sagging mounds of flesh.  She squeezes them much like one would squeeze a breast while admiring their hang.  She compares it to a belly hang.  She comments on how a new roll of fat is forming above my butt shelf.  She asks me what I've been eating and I joking respond with everything.  My ever growing body a testament to my unabated gluttony. 

Heaving my bulk I awkwardly turn around so, she can inspect my breasts.  She squeezes them and comments on their softness.  Comparing the feel of them to that of the feel of my back fat.  Her hands slide down to the mass of fat that makes up my first belly roll; a thick slab of pure lard.  She begins to explore my belly as she teases me for being such a greedy pig.  How I love being teased, I can feel myself getting wet.  I decide that it's my turn to explore all of her luscious fat.

This is the second part of a two part piece about being publicly fat at the beach.  In this clip I'll continue to show off my super-super obese body in a bikini.  Watch as I stuff my face with fattening cookies and pastries for all to see.  After stuffing myself with calorie laden treats, I take my giant gut and drop it onto the picnic table with a resounding thud.  The effort that it takes to do so leaves me breathless and I have to waddle over to a bench to rest.  What a sight I must've been!

The footage in this video is from my personal life.  We didn't plan to shoot this video and the content in it isn't scripted.  We simply decided to turn on the GoPro and film ourselves having sex. 

My lust for my feeder's big thick perfect cock is only matched by my insatiable hunger.  Embraced in his strong arms I can't help but completely submit to him; a submissive slutty sow to feed, fatten, and fuck for his pleasure.  He isn't without mercy, good pigs get to cum and I'm always on my best behavior for Daddy.  His cock has me incoherently begging for more as I writhe in pleasure.  My pussy dripping wet from cumming over and over and over.

Up until this point all of the weight that I have gained has been through sheer gluttony.  After a lengthy conversation Bonnie finally convinced me to try weight gain powder.  To make things interesting we decided that we would time ourselves to see who can funnel faster.  Being the greedy gluttonous sows that we are we couldn't use just any shake for such an event we needed something truly epic!  After some deliberation we settled on a 20,000 calorie shake.  That's 28 tablespoons of weight gain powder mixed into a large container of heavy cream.  That's a 10 days worth of calories for a normal woman!  Regardless of who won our little game it was going to ensure that both of us woke up fatter the next day.

After making a complete pig of myself at the ice cream parlor my face and top were covered in chocolate.  Thankfully I had a spare top in my backpack.  I quickly cleaned up my face and then it was on to the drive through for some calorie laden fast food!  As we turned onto the road where the restaurant was located I could smell the burgers.  The smell alone was enough to make my mouth water with anticipation and my panties grow moist. 

The first bite of the burger made me moan in ecstasy.  My association of food and sex is so strong that each bite was like a sexual act.  Instinctively I bucked my hips against the seam of my overly tight jeans.  I tried to grab the bottom roll on my double belly but my jeans inhibited me in doing so.  My giant gut stuffed into them like sausage casing packed too tightly with meat and ready to burst.  As I pulled down my jeans my fat surged forth like the rush of water when a dam breaks.  Enabling me to stuff even more fattening food into my greedy maw. 

I love nothing more than making a complete pig of myself in public.  I thrive on the looks of disgust that I get.  The utter revolution in their faces as they see a swollen sow like me ordering up the most calorie laden food on the menu. 

I wedged myself into the car facing outward for all to see.  Greedily I began devouring a peanut butter fudge sundae in a matter of minutes.  Shoveling the ice cream into my mouth like a starved man.  I felt myself getting prematurely full as my overly tight jeans bit into my fleshy midsection.  My fat surged forth as it was freed from its confines.  Finally I brought the dish to my lips so, I could suck down every last drop of fattening iced cream.  Chocolate dripped down my chin and landed on my exposed belly for all to see.

Bonnie thinks that my capacity isn't where it should be and she aims to fix that. What better way to do that than following up a massive meal with 8 cups of cream and a stack of fat cakes. After all, every meal should be fattening and filling! As she pulled my hair back and forced the cake into my mouth it was clear she wasn't taking no for an answer. After proper stuffing me she helps me to my feet so we can compare our big blubbery bodies.

Can you really call it persuasion when you have me wrapped around your finger?  Shame on you for making your super-super obese girlfriend do all of the work.  Yes, I know how much you enjoy feeling all of my weight on top of you.  Is that really a valid excuse for making me huff and puff my way to an orgasm?  You know how terribly out of shape I am.  After all, you're responsible for how fat I've become.

You're going to sit down and listen carefully.  We've grown bored of simply being your wanton sows to feed, fatten, and fuck for your arousal and amusement.  It stops now.  We've decided that you're no longer in charge.  For years you've been fattening us into the supersized sows that we are now.  No more.  Now you're going to be our piglet.  Don't laugh!  You heard us right, we're going to fatten you up whether you like it or not!  We'll tie you down if we have to.  We're going to condition your body to associate food and sex just like you did to ours.  By the end of the month you'll be begging us for more. 

Say goodbye to your stylish wardrobe.  Soon you won't fit in any of it!  You think that we're talking about fatten you up till you're a little bit chubby?  We're not.  You're going to be a proper overfed hog.  We're going to make you so fat that you're out of breath just sitting.  Then we're going to make you even fatter.  You'll be fattened to the point that you're too big to struggle.  Our helpless hog pinned down by lard.

Bianca is obsessed with my big blubbery body.  She loves that I've eaten myself into such a state that several large rolls have formed throughout my body.  She decided that she wanted to see just how thick those rolls are.  The comparison between our bodies is absurd.  Almost every piece of me is thicker or damn near thicker than her waist.

It seems like every time I go into the kitchen, the space between the wall and the refrigerator is getting smaller and smaller.  Of course it's not actually getting smaller, I just keep getting fatter.  I should've known better but the call of Bianca's honey-sweet voice paired with the smell of freshly baked cookies was too much for me to resist.  Like some kind of sadistic siren she lured me in.  Even entering the kitchen sideways didn't make the opening wide enough for my super-super obese body.  My ponderous gut and ample ass pressed tightly against the refrigerator door and wall respectively.  The smell of the cookies began to make me salivate.  I mustered the strength to push myself through. 

Waiting there was Bianca and a tray of chocolate chunk cookie bars.  I couldn't contain myself and I quickly began shoveling them into my mouth.  Several cookies in I decided that I wanted something savory.  Bianca had promised that I could order a fattening take away tonight.  Oh how I love delivery!  I mindlessly attempted to walk out of the kitchen to get my phone when I noticed that I was stuck.  I couldn't seem to wiggle myself past the aforementioned refrigerator wall combo.  What was I going to do?   

I'm such a shameless pig that showing off my big blubbery blob-like body excites me.  I especially love how my body looks in lingerie that is way too tight.  I get all tingly when I see my fat bursting out the top and the bottom.  When I get into such a state I can't keep my hands off of myself.  I just want to grab and squeeze handfuls of overflowing fat.  The way it feels when I clap my massive thighs together and the build up of pure fat on each thigh slams together with a thunderous noise. How fat rolls over my elbow and hides it from view.  The way my arms sway is almost mesmerizing.  Won't you let me show off for you?

What could be better than having one greedy gluttonous sow to play with?  Having two flabby sows; double the fat and double the fun.  Our super-super obese bodies pressed tightly together.  The bed barely able to accommodate the spread of our ample asses.  Our feeders muscles straining to lift the weight of both of our big blubbery bellies at once.  His brow breaking out in a light sweat as he jiggles, grabs, and shakes the thick layer of fat that engulfs our bodies. 

As a woman we're told that we're supposed to be small and delicate.  Yet there's nothing small or delicate about me.  There's something innately powerful about being the fattest person in the room.  The ability fill up so much more space than what an average human should.  To be a presence that commands attention; an insatiable hedonistic goddess.  I demand to be worshiped as a goddess should be. 

I can feel her tiny hands upon my ponderous paunch.  The way her muscles strain as she tries to lift its bulk.  The heat of her tongue upon my stretch marked covered skin.  A devote worshiper who's life is dedicated to my pleasure.

As I've eaten myself into super-super obesity I've watched my health steadily decline.  The weight of my ample bosom and substantial stomach restricting my breathing.  As someone who is already asthmatic this has become problematic.  As such I was put on a preventative inhaler as well as an emergy inhaler.  It simply wasn't enough, I needed access to oxygen.  You'd think having to use oxygen would detire me from gaining but it hasn't.  A greedy gluttonous sow such as myself will be eating till my last breath.

Luckily I have such a doting feeder to take care of me.  While she was out shopping she got me a light snack of twenty chicken nuggets, a large order of fries, and a can of soda.  I quickly devour the nuggets within a matter of minutes.  My feeder is clearly impressed by the voracious nature of my gluttony.  Full but not satiated I ask for one of my feeder's homemade fudgy brownies.  She eagerly complies, always wanting to pack one more bite into me.  Handing me the brownie she begins rubbing my big bloated belly.  A good feedee should always be rewarded after all.

I love finding new ways to show off my big blubbery body.  What better way to do that than picking up the layers of pure fat I call my stomach and slamming them down on the table top?  Although my fat is soft and supple it's also very heavy.  It lands upon the table top with a satisfying smack. My arms laden with heavy hanging fat themselves soon grow tired from lifting such a considerable weight.  Before long I'm panting from exertion.

I couldn't concentrate on work knowing such a big beautiful blubbery babe was laying naked in bed waiting for me.  Her plump lips begging to be kissed.  The thick layer of fat encasing her body ready to be grabbed and jiggled.  Our super-super obese bodies hindering our ability to get close.  The struggle only intensifying our passion.

My doting lover eager to pleasure my gluttonous pussy.  My sexual appetite as insatiable as my appetite for food.  My adept lover causing wave upon wave of pleasure to wash over me.  Each orgasm making my hunger increase.  As the last orgasm subsided she looked up at me and said we need to order food.


I just love showing off my big blubbery behind.  My astonishingly wide ass made up of two gargantuan gloves of pure fat.  The edges of my ass growing ever nearer to the hallway walls with each pound that I gain.  There's no mystery as to why my ass no longer fits into chairs with arms.  I'm just getting too fat for life. 

The way my ass seductively sways back and forth as I waddle is mesmerizing.  So impossibly fat that it jiggles with every move that I make.  Following the curve of my ass downward you'll see a pair of enormous thighs.  My inner thighs touching all the way down to where you should see my knees if they weren't buried in lard.  Leading down to calves thicker than a skinny woman's thighs. I've fattened myself to the point where it's almost shocking that I'm still able to waddle.

What a sight to behold!  Three sows tightly packed against the headboard of a king size bed.  It's a wonder that the frame didn't collapse under our combined weight.  Most people would think that the last thing that anyone of us needed was to gain more weight.  We're not most people.  Reenaye and Asstronomy decided that although I was undeniably fat that due to the height difference between us that I needed to gain more weight.  If they thought I would object they were sorely mistaken.  No bonds were needed to hold me down.  I eagerly awaited to be fed by the big blubbery babes at my side. 

My piggy pals were shocked by the fervor in which I ate.  A whole cake disappearing within a matter of minutes.  I was proud that I could impress such overfed greedy gluttonous sows with my nearly insatiable hunger.  My greed was awarded with two pudgy hands rubbing my bloated belly.  I knew that with this kind of encouragement I was bound to balloon up.

I have an idea for a little game that we can play.  What is it?  Well, I want to put you in chastity.  Don't look at me like that!  Hear me out before you say no.  I think it would be very hot if I put you in chastity until you've helped me gain ten pounds.  That mean no sex for either of until you've helped me get even fatter. That's quite the motivator, isn't it?  Not that you haven't done a great job as a feeder but I want to up the stakes.  We'd both want me to gain as fast as possible. To push my body to new limits.  So, what do you say?

I was laying in bed resting my eyes when Kenna came up to me with the camera.  She told me that she's going to inspect my whole body from my pudgy toes all the way to my double chin.  I told her to leave my feet alone as I'd been too lazy to lotion them.  She mocks me for getting toenail polish on the sides of my toes.  I tell her that it's hard to paint one's toenails with such a big blubbery belly in the way.  She tells me that she's shocked that I was even able to reach.  As she panned the camera up my body she saw that I hadn't shaved my pussy.  I knew that she was going to tease me for being such a lazy piggy.  Little did she know that I was going to love every moment of being objectified and inspected.

By the time we reached the hotel room my body was begging to be fucked.  As I disrobed it was obvious that my inner thighs were wet with my arousal.  He instructed me to get onto the bed and then lay on my stomach.  I awkwardly heaved my considerable bulk onto the high-rise bed and assumed the position.  He smirked at me as he placed a plate with two donuts down by my face.  He told me that he knew a pig like me couldn't cum without something sweet in her mouth.  I blushed momentarily embarrassed by my own gluttony. 

I felt him rub the tip of his cock slowly down my soaked pussy.  A moan escaped my lips as he thrust himself inside me.  My pussy wasn't the only thing that needed to be filled.  I ripped the donut in half and then took a big greedy bite.  They were dry and stale but I didn't care.  I needed something sweet in my mouth as he pounded my fat cunt.

I'm often asked for tips on how to gain weight.  While I could've shared my personal experiences with weight gain I wanted to do something different.  I wanted to look into the science behind the fattening of hogs.  After so many years of hog farming I assumed that there must be a tried and true method.  Surely if my piglets applied the same methodology then they to could fatten themselves like a prized pig.

That's what you want isn't it fat boy?  To fatten yourself like livestock.  To be able to watch yourself getting fatter by the day.  Knowing that each time you indulge you're becoming more like a pig than a man.  Your willpower being eroded as you feed the side of you that yearns to grow fatter.  Watching your body begin to swell with fat.  Yet it's not enough.  It's never enough.  You're just like me fatty, you don't simply want it, you need it.

You had me almost literally eating out of the palm of your hand.  Wet and wanting, I was yours for the taking.  I was mere moments from wrapping my plump lips around your hard throbbing manhood and sucking you dry.  That was until you unzipped your pants and ruined it.  I can't believe that you'd try to seduce me knowing that is what you're working with.  That's not even a chode.  A chode is at least as long as it is thick.  That's more like a cocktail weenie.  I can't believe you'd try to seduce me knowing that is all you're working with! 

I have a dirty little secret.  Perhaps some of you will already know what I'm about to say.  I feel like my mannerisms and patterns of speech betray me.  You see, I have a humiliation fetish.  I'm not talking about being lightly teased either.  In this clip I'll talk about how I'd love for you to humiliate me.  What phrases makes this pitifully weak-willed sow's panties moist.

I'm a shameless sow.  Any sane woman my size would be rightfully embarrassed to show off her body.  A body that has become so swollen with fat that it's devoid of any womanly curves.  I'm not sane.  I'm a weak willed sow that's hopelessly addicted to food, fat, and sex.  I love what I've become.  I can't stop touching the soft and supple fat that engulfs me.  You could say I'm obsessed.  When I touch myself I start to get turned on.  When I start to get turned on I start to get hungry.  It's an endless cycle you see.  A cycle that ensures that I'll continue to get fatter and fatter.  I want to share my body with you.  I want you to be as turned on from watching me as I am from showing off for you.  Just look at the way all of that pig jelly jiggles. 

We've seen the way that you look at us.  You're not looking at us because you simply find us attractive.  You're looking at us because you want to be us.  We know your secret; We know you long to let go of all inhibitions.  You want someone to tell you that it's alright to free your inner pig.  We're here to tell you just that.  You see we want you to get fat.  When we say fat we don't mean a little chubby, we mean super morbidly obese.  We want to corrupt you.  We want to brainwash you till you're hopelessly addicted to food.  Till you're on your way to becoming so pitifully obese that you can't reach your manhood.  Not that it would matter if you could.  As your manhood will become completely engulfed by your thickening fat pad; swallowed by lard and next to useless.  Stop doubting yourself and start listening to your dark desires.  Your manhood knows what your body yearns for.  We're here to show you the way.

The world simply isn't made for pigs like me.  Even products that boast weight limits upwards of a thousand pounds buckle under the strain of my mass.  Even furniture made of fattened pigs such as myself can't withstand prolonged exposure to my excessive weight.  What is a overfed sow such as myself to do?  It would seem that I'm just too fat for most things.  With my waistline ever expanding it's only a matter of time before I'll need to switch to only using specialized bariatric furniture.  I should be ashamed of what I've done to myself.  To have willingly let myself get so hopelessly pitifully obese.  Yet I find myself getting more turned on than ever. 

In this clip I'll go over the high points of my furniture destruction throughout the years.  Be it wood or metal no furniture seems to be safe from my crushing weight.

I need to make a confession.  I've been hesitant to bring this up because I don't know how you're going to take it.  I want you to know that this isn't a reflection on you, it's a reflection on me.  A reflection on what a greedy gluttonous sow I've become.  My association with eating and sex has become intertwined to the point where it's hard for me to cum without glutting myself on sinfully fattening food.

What, you want me to show you?  I couldn't.  I'm too embarrassed.  It's not normal for a woman to only get turned on by overeating.  I suppose that you're right.  I have nothing to be ashamed about.  You've seen my big blubbery body many times before.  After all it was your fingers that pushed thousands of calories past my plump lips.  It was you that helped rewire my brain to make these new associations.  Who am I to deny you from seeing the fruits of your labor. 

What does a greedy gluttonous sow like me have planned for the new year?  Am I planning on gorging myself till I thicken the layer of blubber that encases my body?  In this video I'll go over my current gaining goal and what steps I'm going to take to achieve it.

I couldn't stop now even if I wanted to.  I'm addicted; a slave to my nearly insatiable hunger.  I just ate enough food to feed three adult men.  I should be full.  No, I am full.  Yet, I want more.  As I bite into the calorie laden lava cake a moan escapes my lips.  They're so decadent.  It's almost as if I can feel myself getting fatter with each bite.  That makes my womanhood even more wet.  I truly am more sow than woman.  Only a pig would get soaking wet from glutting themselves on such fattening food. 

My arousal consumes me.  I release my massive mammeries from their lacy confines.  As my fingers brush past my nipples they begin to harden.  I squeeze my soft supple breasts and watch as my fingers sink in deeply.  My hand moves downward to grab a the roll of fat at the top of my double belly.  It's gotten so very thick.  I sink my fingers into my belly fat, squeeze, and then shake.  The motion reminds me that my stomach is painfully full.  The sensation is overwhelming.  I can't take it anymore.  I need to make myself orgasm.

I awkwardly position my bloated body to allow me to insert the vibrator.  Another moan escapes my lips as it goes in.  I lazily move the toy in and out.  It's getting hard to reach around my big blubbery belly.  Thankfully between my vast thighs and fupa I can hold the toy in place without using my hand.  I sit up right and start to ride it.  Within moments the minor exertion has me panting.  It's obscene how out of shape I am.  My free hand grabs at fattest parts of my body.  I can't help but touch myself.  I'm obsessed with my own blob-like body.  I lean back once more and turn the toy on high.  Thrusting it in and out as quickly as I can.  I'm exhausted but I'm getting close.  I just need something more!  I grab a hand pie from the shelf and shove it into my mouth.  The sweet taste pushes me over the edge and I orgasm over and over.

When the hunger takes hold I'm completely within its grip.  In that moment there's only one thing that matters to me, eating.  Every minute that passes without gorging myself is sheer agony.  By the time my delivery order arrived I could barely think straight.  I opened a box and greedily shoved it contents into my wanting mouth.  Bite after frantic bite I attempted to satiate the gnawing hunger within me.  In about ten minutes I'd ate my way through over 3,700 calories.  That's nearly two days worth of recommended calories for an average adult female.  I'd eaten far too quickly but I couldn't have stopped myself.  I lack the sheer willpower needed to overcome such hunger.  I'm a slave to its desires. 

The warmth of the food had caused my sinuses to run.  I wiped the grease from my fingers and then blew my nose.  (I normally would edit this portion out but I wanted to show what my unbridled glutton does to me.)  I felt the gas building in my overstuffed and painfully stretched stomached.  I took another gulp of soda hoping the carbonation would help to bring it up.  A series of burps erupted from me.  The expulsion of gas had made room in my painfully full stomach but I couldn't leave well enough alone.  There was still a chocolate dipped chocolate chip cookie.  I had began to salivate thinking about eating it.  I couldn't stop myself from taking a bite.  The taste had made me moan with pleasure.  There was no stopping now.  My stomach ached as I took the last bite.  I chugged the rest of the soda hoping it would calm my gurgling gut.  It seemed that only more burping would do that.

I know your secret.  I know that every free moment that you have your on your phone or computer looking at super-super obese women.  You're addicted to our big blubbery bodies.  There's just something about greedy gluttonous sow stuffed into ill fitting lingerie that turns you on.  Their fat oozing out of every inch.  Lingerie link mine.  I bet you're wondering how it hasn't burst off of me.  I'm wondering that too as it strains against my immense girth.  It makes your cock rock hard.  That's good, I want it to.  I want you to stop looking at other pigs.  I can provide you with everything that you need.  My whole body is covered in an ever thickening layer of fat.  I'm eager to show off every inch.  Give in to me.  Embrace me as your supersized goddess and become my stroke junkie.

The lounge chair in my hotel room looked luxuriously wide.  Surely it was wide enough to accommodate even my expansive posterior.  By the time I felt my hips rub against the sides of the armrests it was already too late.  The force behind my downward momentum was enough that the armrests were able to push my soft supple fat inward.  As my body came to an abrupt halt it caused a cascade of waves throughout the thick layer of fat that engulfs me.  I sighed and slowly began rubbing my painfully bloated belly.  The day had passed by in a blur of calories as slices of cake, hand pies, foot long sandwiches, and chocolate dipped cookies all passed my lips.  All washed down with liters upon liters of sweet tea or soda. 

I caught myself nodding off in the chair.  My body was struggling to digest copious amount of food that I put into it.  I knew that I needed to get ready for bed before my body became too tired to move.  I placed my flabby arms upon the armrest and applied the necessary force that it takes to lift myself.  To my shock and horror nothing happened.  It would seem that my blubbery backside was firmly stuck within the confines of the chair.  I tried not to panic as the realization that I was all alone set in.  Frantically I tried to dislodge myself from the chairs grasp.  As I jostled my painfully overfull stomach a series of burps erupted forth.  The minor exertion left me panting.  As I caught my breath I ponder what to do.

You've turned me into an helplessly over indulgent sow.  My whole body is now covered in an obscenely thick layer of fat.  You've been a dedicated and doting feeder but I've grown bored with our relationship.  I want to do for you what you've done for me.  I've seen the way that you look at me.  How your eyes linger on my lips as you press food against them.  There's a longing in your eyes that betrays your true desire.  The desire to get fat.  To be free of society's standards.  To let go of all inhibitions and eat, and eat, and eat.  To feel the painful pleasure of having your stomach stretched to its limits.  You know it's what you truly want.  It's time to give in to me and get fat.

What would it be like to have a girlfriend who is not only supersized but also a feedee?  In this clip we'll discuss what it would be like to date either of us.  We'll talk about things like: How much we eat on a daily basis.  If we like to cook or not.  How we like to bed fed by our feeders.  The challenges of shopping for a supersized body.  How we've become too fat to fit into booths and chairs with arms.  How normal chairs can be uncomfortable for our extra large asses.  How much we food order at restaurants.  Last but not least what it's like to have sex with us.

As I breath in to fill my lungs with air I can feel the substantial weight of heavy layer of fat that engulfs me pushing back.  My super-super obese body has me in a constant state of arousal.  I'm hopelessly addicted.  All I care about is food, fat, and sex.  I've past the point of no return.  I don't think that I could change now even if I wanted to.  I find myself constantly grabbing the thick rolls of fat that have accumulated on my midsection. I just can't keep my hands off of myself.  I've really started to blob out.  I went from a shapely pair to a mountain of flab.  I want to show you how I can effortlessly sink my fingers into all of this soft supple fat.  Watch how it jiggles.  I'm so out of shape now that I get winded just from preforming for you.  That should cause me to be alarmed.  After all this is my livelihood.  If I'm being brutally honest it makes my pussy soaking wet and my stomach growl with hunger.

Throughout this clip I'll be applying lotion to the shapeless blob-like mass of quivering blubber that I call my body.  Applying lotion should be a simple enough task but for overfed sow like me it's a chore.  The thick layer of fat hanging from my limbs weighs me down and the stockpile of lard that has accumulated around my mid section restricts my mobility.  I've eaten myself into a state where my fingers effortlessly sink into the depths of my softness.  The exertion of talking while working the lotion into my cellulite ridden skin leaves me flushed.  It's obscene how out of shape I've become.

I've seen the way that you look at me.  There's more than just lust in your eyes, there's envy.  You want a body like mine; to be fully encased in a thick layer of lard.  To have eaten yourself to the point of being a shapeless blob-like mass of quivering blubber.  I understand your desires like no one else can.  I'll show you how to let go of all inhibitions and eat as if it's your last meal.  Submit to me and I will set free your inner pig.

Each calorie laden treat I push past my lips contributes to my body steadily grow more cumbersome. I've eaten myself into such a state of fatness that it impacts my everyday life. As I've become more sow than woman it's my fatness that now defines me. It is the deciding factor in every decision that I make. Simply put the world wasn't build for someone as freakishly fat as I am.

In this clip I'll talk about how weighing over 500lbs (227kg/36st) has affected my daily life. Such as, how I no longer fit in a single seat on public transportation.

It's almost been six months since you've seen your gorgeous girlfriend.  You can't wait to get your hands on her deliciously fat body.  As she opened the door to let you in you are shocked by what you see.  She must've put on at least 100 lbs while you were away!  She clearly is no longer the 3X/4X plumper you remember.  It now looks like she's easily pushing 5X/6X.  You try to pick your jaw up off of the floor before she notices your reaction and stammer a suitable greeting.  She comes in for a hug and you feel the plushness of her new supersized body.  She's become so fat that you can no longer get your arms around her.  You feel a tightness in your pants and shift awkwardly.  She tells you that she was just about to get in the shower.  As she turns to walk away from you, you notice that her walk has turned into a waddle. 

You exhale deeply and try to center yourself.  You now understand why she was spending so much money while you were away.  In your absence she must've spent her time gorging herself on take away and binge watching Netflix.  You go into the bedroom and pick out two of your favorite tops of hers.  You loved the way that these used to hug her curves.  What would they look like on her now?   Digging through the drawers you find what she used to call her "fat pants" and smile to yourself.  You lay the clothes out on the bed for her.  As you turn to sit in the lounge chair and wait for her to come out of the bathroom you notice her phone.  Curiosity gets the better of you.  Checking her search history you see that she's been on various feederism websites.  That explains that!

As she waddles into the room you notice that the bra and panties that she's wearing fit fairly well; they must be new.  Seeing her like this you're able to assess the damage that she's done to herself.  She's a lot wider than she used to be.  As she turns sideways you notice that her ass juts forth from her body a good foot.  Her belly hangs heavily down past her vagina.  Fuck, she must've been a real pig when you were away!  She's shyly asking you a question about the clothing that you laid out for her.  She looks a bit embarrassed.  You're going to enjoy this. 


Watching your supersized girlfriend struggle to fit into her old 3X/4X clothing has your cock hard as a rock.  The only thing that would make this night better would be seeing her eat her way out of them.  Your cock twitches as you think of what your supersized girlfriend would look like even fatter.  Finding out that your girlfriend is into weight gain is like a dream come true.  You pull her close and tell her that you want to see her eat until these seams burst.  She's reluctant at first but eventually agrees.  You can tell that she's just being coy and that she's as excited as you are to do this.

You go into the kitchen and retrieve a dozen glazed donuts and a large container of heavy cream.  You're going to show her what it means to truly indulge.  You can't help but smirk when you see her sitting on the bed.  She looks like a tightly packed sausage ready to burst from its casing.  You set the donuts down on the bed next to her.  Carefully you pour three cups of heavy cream into a container and set it down on the floor next to her.  You look at her sternly and tell her that you're not going to let her cum until she eats all of the donuts and drinks the cream.


You're shocked that your girlfriend was actually able to eat a dozen donuts and drink six cups of heavy cream without getting sick.  As you watch her eyes start to glaze over it's clear that she didn't make it out completely unscathed.  She looks at you as she moans and slowly rubs her painfully distended stomach.  Her voice is breathy as she tells you that she can't believe you made her eat a dozen donuts.  Your pants feel painfully tight.  You're so turned on by the fact that she's out of breath from glutting herself. You smirk to yourself as you have brilliant idea.  You're going to make this overfed stuffed sow masturbate for your viewing pleasure.  You can't wait to see how she maneuvers her new supersized body.  Can she even reach her pussy?

Watching your supersized girlfriend struggle to fit into her old 3X/4X clothing has your cock hard as a rock.  The only thing that would make this night better would be seeing her eat her way out of them.  Your cock twitches as you think of what your supersized girlfriend would look like even fatter.  Finding out that your girlfriend is into weight gain is like a dream come true.  You pull her close and tell her that you want to see her eat until these seams burst.  She's reluctant at first but eventually agrees.  You can tell that she's just being coy and that she's as excited as you are to do this.

You go into the kitchen and retrieve a dozen glazed donuts and a large container of heavy cream.  You're going to show her what it means to truly indulge.  You can't help but smirk when you see her sitting on the bed.  She looks like a tightly packed sausage ready to burst from its casing.  You set the donuts down on the bed next to her.  Carefully you pour three cups of heavy cream into a container and set it down on the floor next to her.  You look at her sternly and tell her that you're not going to let her cum until she eats all of the donuts and drinks the cream.

It's almost been six months since you've seen your gorgeous girlfriend.  You can't wait to get your hands on her deliciously fat body.  As she opened the door to let you in you are shocked by what you see.  She must've put on at least 100 lbs while you were away!  She clearly is no longer the 3X/4X plumper you remember.  It now looks like she's easily pushing 5X/6X.  You try to pick your jaw up off of the floor before she notices your reaction and stammer a suitable greeting.  She comes in for a hug and you feel the plushness of her new supersized body.  She's become so fat that you can no longer get your arms around her.  You feel a tightness in your pants and shift awkwardly.  She tells you that she was just about to get in the shower.  As she turns to walk away from you, you notice that her walk has turned into a waddle. 

You exhale deeply and try to center yourself.  You now understand why she was spending so much money while you were away.  In your absence she must've spent her time gorging herself on take away and binge watching Netflix.  You go into the bedroom and pick out two of your favorite tops of hers.  You loved the way that these used to hug her curves.  What would they look like on her now?   Digging through the drawers you find what she used to call her "fat pants" and smile to yourself.  You lay the clothes out on the bed for her.  As you turn to sit in the lounge chair and wait for her to come out of the bathroom you notice her phone.  Curiosity gets the better of you.  Checking her search history you see that she's been on various feederism websites.  That explains that!

As she waddles into the room you notice that the bra and panties that she's wearing fit fairly well; they must be new.  Seeing her like this you're able to assess the damage that she's done to herself.  She's a lot wider than she used to be.  As she turns sideways you notice that her ass juts forth from her body a good foot.  Her belly hangs heavily down past her vagina.  Fuck, she must've been a real pig when you were away!  She's shyly asking you a question about the clothing that you laid out for her.  She looks a bit embarrassed.  You're going to enjoy this. 

In Bianca's dark twisted mind her actions were justified.  She wanted a pet but not any pet would do.  She didn't want a kitten or a puppy, she wanted a pig.  We're not talking about a cute teacup piglet, we're talking about the human variety.  A full on sow with big saggy udders hanging down and resting on her ponderous paunch.  Her womanhood obscured by a substantial roll of fat and insulated by massive thighs.  A young woman who'd already eaten herself into morbid obesity.  A perfect pet to further fatten, feed, and fuck.  As someone who came from wealth she simply bought what she wanted.

Bianca looked upon the heavily sedated woman lying limply on her couch and her breath hitched.  She was absolutely perfect!  Administrating the serum would be easy enough as she'd no doubt be thirsty when she awoke.  Bianca roused the woman with a serious of consecutive slaps.  The woman was clearly still in a dreamlike state.  Bianca handed the woman a bottle of water and in her eagerness to quench her thirst she choked.  Sitting up the woman coughed and dribbled.  Bianca grabbed her long hair and leaned in close to smell her.  The woman smelled a bit like a dank cellar.  The woman would have to be washed as the serum was taking hold.  Bianca heard the woman feebly pleaded for answers and Bianca shushed her dismissively. 

Several hours later Bianca roused the woman once more.  She asked her a series of questions to see if the serum had taken affect.  The woman was completely complacent.  The woman begged her for something to eat.  Soon Bianca cooed.  Bianca told the woman to lay in a specific position and wait.  Bianca watched the woman from the kitchen where she prepared the calorie laden dish she was going to serve her.  The woman squirmed rubbing her thighs together.  Bianca smiled.  She knew that the woman's pussy would be dripping wet by now.  Very soon she'd be feeding and fucking her new pet.

As her eyes slowly open she takes in her surroundings.  Her vision is blurry but she can tell that she's in a dimly lit hospital room.  She cradles her head in her hands; it feels heavy as if she's been doped.  As she rubs her eyes she notices that it is eerily silent.  She moves to sit up and winces as a sharp pain shoots up her leg.  Removing the thin blanket that was covering her she sees that her ankle has been expertly wrapped.  She tries to remember what happened to her but draws a blank.  She pushes the call nurse button but nothing happens.  She pauses as she realizes that all of the monitoring equipment is off.  It looks as if only the emergency lighting is on in the room. 

After spending what seemed like hours wandering the house she finds a descending staircase.  With great care she slowly makes her way down the staircase.  Some of the emergency lighting is flickering and other sections are completely out.  It looks to be some kind of basement.  Her stomach growls and lurches with hunger pangs.  When was the last time that she ate?  Perhaps there will be supplies down here.  What was that sound?  Almost like a moan in the distance.  She slowly continued walking down the long corridor.  A strange shuffling sound seemed to be getting louder.  Looking back she saw a massive woman in what seemed to be a nurses outfit covered in gore.  An overwhelming sense of dread washed over her.  She was in danger!  Her ankle hindered her ability to run and fear clouded her judgement.  Blindly she turned into a room only to see that there was no exit points.  There was no escape and this walking nightmare was almost upon her!

It's not easy being a waitress at my size.  By the end of my shift my poor legs feel like they're about to give out.  The only thing I'm looking forward to is going home and drinking my pain away.  When I opened the refrigerator and notice that my good for nothing roommate had taken my brand new bottle of Tequila I was furious!  My supersized body exhausted and in pain I yelled out to her.  I wasn't surprised when I didn't hear a response; no doubt she had fallen asleep on the couch. Although I was mentally prepared to see her like this it did nothing to quell the rage building inside of me.  I'd had enough!  I knew how I was going to reclaim my liquor.  I'd simply devour her whole.

With Bianca's assistance I've been able to let go and completely give in to my inner most desires.  My outward appearance now reflects the greedy gluttonous sow that has always lay within me.   As I lay in bed my body is weighed down by thick layer of lard that covers it.  The exertion it takes to move my limbs is staggering.  Yet all I can think about is filling the endlessly gnawing void within me.  My mind reeling in a loop of food, fat, and sex.

My heart sank as I noticed that Bianca's hands were empty as she entered the room.  I was starving.  She waved her hand in front of her face she told me that I smelled.  I didn't care.  I just wanted to eat.  What was the point of getting clean when I was just going to get dirty again?  Ultimately what my goddess wants my goddess gets. 

Through a combination of force of will, sheer strength, and momentum we were able to get me into a standing position.  When she suggested that I get down on the floor for her to bathe me, I stared at her unamused.  We'd never be able to get me back up!  She rang out the sponge and started the lengthy process of bathing my big blubbery body.  I felt the warm wetness of the sponge as it touched my body but I couldn't see over the wide shelf that my massive gut has become.  Carefully she helped me spread my legs to access my inner thighs.  When was the last time my thighs didn't touch?  I couldn't remember.  My feet and legs were already starting to ache from holding up so much weight.  Breathing heavily I closed my eyes and hoped that the process would just be over. 

She ran to fetch a towel and I wrapped it around the expanse that is my backside.  It just fit around my oversized ass.  I should be shocked and appalled by my own size but I'm not.  Bianca enabled me but I did this to myself.  I chose to eat with utter abandonment.  As I reflected upon this I felt myself starting to get moist.  Bianca helped me sit back down on the bed.  Part of me was shocked that it didn't collapse under my weight.  She smiled seductively and grabbed a handful of fat.  As soon as she mentioned feeding me the rest of her words were unintelligible; my mind was stuck back in the loop of food, fat, and sex.

I unzipped the gore splattered nurse's outfit and carefully pulled the short sleeves up my arms.  The material began to stretch taunt as it battled with the girth of my weighty upper arms.  With a bit of finesse I was able to get it to just fit.  I sucked in my ponderous gut and desperately pulled on the stretchy material trying to make the ends of the zipper meet.  I'd just finished wiggling my oversized body into my Halloween costume when Bianca walked in.

She was dressed in a the top of a similar nurse's outfit.  Only hers fit her like a glove; hugging her hourglass figure in all of the right places.  As she seductively sauntered over I saw her black lace panties peak out the bottom of the hem.  Her perfect perky breasts pushing out of her black lace bra.  She licked her plush lips as she looked at me.  She whispered that she had something special planned for me.  From the way she was dressed I had the feeling tonight's plans didn't include going to a Halloween party or handing out candy. 

She pushed me down on the reinforced bed.  The thick layer of fat that encases my body quivered on impact. She gave me a lopsided smile as she clasp her small but powerful hand over my mouth.  A muffled moan escaped my lips.  She wrapped her hand in my long hair and suddenly jerked my head towards her.  Our eyes met and her tongue darted out to tease my wanton lips.  She pulled her head back as I craned thick my neck for a kiss.  She placed her delicate fingers into my mouth and told me to suck on them.  I eagerly obliged.  Anything for my lithe goddess.  I was putty or more aptly lard in her hands.  I had a feeling this was going to be the best Halloween ever.

Throughout the year I've been fattening up my latest piggy.  Although there's still work to be done she's on track to yield a wonderful Christmas ham.  As I grab her pudgy cheeks I can tell that they're filling out nicely.  To ensure that my pigs grow as fat as possible I restrict their movement throughout the fattening process. Forcing them to eat till they feel like they might just pop.  Their bodies heavy with sagging fat.  Their lives are devoted to feeding and growing fatter for my pleasure.  As I dig my fingers into the fat on her midsection my mouth begins to salivate at the thought of perfectly marbled belly steaks.  I flip over my sow to inspect her calves, thighs, and rump.  As I slap her ass I can't help but exclaim what an exquisite rump roast it will make!

She stood out amongst a crowd of hundreds.  There was something about the way her gaze lingered longingly on the buffet table.  He knew that somewhere deep within that lithe body slept a ravenous sow.  Silently he vowed that he'd be the one to awaken it.

Taking her was almost too easy.  As she lay limp on the bed he imagined what she would in time become.  From her bone structure she seemed like the type that would end up fat all over; an exaggerated hourglass.  He felt himself starting to get aroused.  It was time to wake her and start her conditioning.

She tried to struggle but he easily pinned her down.  He calmly explained to her that he was going to condition her body to become aroused whenever she ate. That in time she'd grow to enjoy it.  He couldn't help but smirk to himself.  She'd be quite literally growing soon enough.  He lifted one of the mini eclairs to her lips and sternly told her to eat.  As expected she resisted.  He raised his voice a few decibels and told her if she didn't eat that he would slap her.  Reluctantly she took a bite.  Although she tried her best to hide it he could tell that she loved the taste.  He knew the deliciously sweet treats would help awaken the sleeping sow within her. 

Gently he applied lube to her pussy.  He wasn't a savage after all.  He rubbed the vibrator over her slick clit before inserting it inside her.  She tried to stifle a moan.  He watched as her previously flat stomach started to slowly distend.  No doubt she was starting to get painfully full.  He made sure that the remote controlled vibrator was firmly placed inside her before bringing the Hitachi to her clit.  She tried to fight it but she couldn't help but writhe in pleasure.  Her muscle violently contracted and the vibrator shot out of her tight pussy along with a stream of liquid.  He was pleased, by her reaction he'd chosen well.  He couldn't wait to see what a future of consistent feeding and conditioning held for her.

That's right, get right up in there.  I know you love watching me seductively sway my big blubbery behind.  Can you believe how fat my ass has gotten?  It juts out well over a foot from the back of my thighs!  Try using both hands on one of my butt cheeks.  Just as I thought, you still can't fully grasp one of these giant globes of lard.  Look how deeply my finger tips sink into my flesh.  It's amazing that I can still find pants to will fit over this monument to obesity.   

While I was cleaning the other day I found a memory card that I had lost.  Out of curiosity I popped it into my read.  To my elation I find the lost full weight squashing footage that I'd shot with Gentle Giant!  By the length of my hair I'd say that this was shot in the summer of 2016.  That would put me somewhere between 490 - 505 lbs. 

In this clip Gentle Giant will be squashed while laying on a flat bench.  That means that there's just a thin piece of foam padding between himself and cold hard steel.  This is some of the most intense squashing footage that I have ever shot.  All of my considerable weight is baring down solely upon him.   

If this video does well then I'll see about shooting some more full weight squashing with Gentle Giant next time we meet up. 

I absolutely love filming content with Kenna.  She's as funny as she is gorgeous.  In this clip I'll slam my massive ass into her cute little bubble butt.  It's only a little bit of exertion yet it leaves us breathing heavy.  I'd say it was shocking how out of shape we both are, but that would be a lie.  It's expected when you're a couple of greedy glutinous sows like us.  We'll explore the fat covered expanse that we call our asses; grabbing, squeezing, slapping, and talking about the difference between them.  We also grind our oversize bodies against the wall and then shake blubbery backsides your viewing pleasure.  If that wasn't enough at the end I heft the immense pile of lard that is my gut onto her perky butt.  She tries to follow suit but I'm so tall I have to bend down as she gets on her tippy toes.

Recently I had the pleasure of squashing Gentle Giant alongside the gorgeous SSBBW Kenna. Based on our last weigh-ins our combined weight was starling 880 lbs!  Gentle Giant was able to take the excessive amount of weight a few minutes at a time.  I'm a cruel mistress and I decided that Kenna would remain on him at all times while I stood to let him catch his breath.  As we sat upon our human seat we talked about weight, gaining, and our daily lives.

I love being funnel fed.  As a feedee there's something extremely satisfying about being able to suck down thousands of calories in a matter of minutes.  It truly makes me feel like the greedy sow that I am.  I've been salivating at the thought of being funnel fed again.  To feel the pleasurable pain of my poor stomaching being stretch to its limit.  This time I wanted to push that limit.  The average blender holds 48 fluid ounces (1.4 liters).  I knew that I had to be able to drink more than that.  I challenged myself to drink 66 fluid ounces (1.9 liters). 

I've become obsessed with how fat my belly is getting.  I simply can't keep my hands off of it.  I find myself squeezing handfuls of soft supple fat throughout the day.  It's just too squishy to resist.  As I jiggle it, I find myself getting wet.  I can't help myself, I'm just so turned on by my big blubbery body.  Watch as I squeeze, jiggle, and lift this ball of lard for your viewing pleasure.

You're going to do exactly what I say.  You're going to put yourself in his place.  You're going to imagine all of this weight crushing down upon you.  Do you understand what a privilege that is?  Only the most obedient and loyal of my subs ever get the opportunity to be dominated by all of this weight; to feel my big blubbery body upon theirs.  Your breathing becoming shallow by all the added weight on your chest.  My hand wrapped in your hair as I ask if you're enjoying the feeling of being compressed.  I am your glutinous goddess and you will obey every word that I say and worship every inch of my massive body.

There I was, sitting in my room minding my own business when my feeder burst through the door and started jiggling my big blubbery belly!  I suppose I can't be too angry with him.  I mean, would you be able to resist grabbing a handful of all of this soft supple fat? Kneading it between your fingers like you would dough.  Hefting it upward to let it come crashing down into my thighs with a resounding slap. Watching as a every inch of me jiggles as you grab a handful and give it a shake.  As our eyes meet we both know that you were the one that helped turn me into such a quivering pile of lard.

My eyes were instantly draw away from Bianca's lithe body and to the large platter that she held.  I saw piled upon it all of my favorite foods; there was six pieces of toast with cream cheese and blueberry jam, scrambled eggs smothered in cheddar cheese, and what looked to be a whole pound of thick cut bacon!  Almost simultaneously my mouth started to salivate and my pussy started to get moist. Despite the proximity of Bianca's nearly naked body all I could think about was gorging myself.  An all consuming need had me in its grip.  I needed to glut myself to the point where my stomach was stretched in agony. The sultry seductress at my side was ready to enable my addiction.  She brought the first bite to my lips.  The taste of the food made me moan in pleasure.  Bianca handed me the fork and instructed me to eat.  She wanted to watch as the last remnants of my willpower melted away leaving only a insatiable sow in its wake; a hungry pig ready to greedily devour every last morsel on the plate.

As a female feeder Bianca loves her husband's recent weight gain.  Although that meager amount of fat on his midsection simply isn't enough.  She wants to see him grow until his belly sags heavily over his lap.  Until his gluttony brings him to the point that his hips are so embarrassingly wide that he can't sit down in most chairs.  She longs to see him struggle with the most basic tasks; to see him panting like a dog in the summer from the exertion of getting up off of the couch.  Finally his body is so packed with fat all he can do is sit there covered in sweat begging her to reach under his ponderous gut and dig through the soft fat to find his hard cock.  To get to that point she knows that she'll need assistance.  Who better than a fatty to help make someone fatter? 

At such a substantial weight it's not surprising that a majority of Xutjja's clothes are so tight that they look like they're painted on. Although her clothing leaves little to the imagination Seth still thinks that it's quite boring.  Xutjja has a tendency to favor monochrome colors and it shows in her wardrobe.  Most of her clothes are variants of gray or black.  Seth feels that most of the time she looks like she's headed to a yoga class instead of to their bedroom.

Determined to make her see the error of her ways Seth has purchased something for her to wear that is outside of her comfort zone.  Something that would look sexy on her and also fulfill one of his personal fantasies.  He'd always wanted to see his blubbery beauty in a school girl outfit.  His cock was getting hard just thinking about how it would look on her.  He pictured her ponderous belly hanging out the bottom of the skirt as her love handles overflowed the waist band.  His cock twitched as he wonder if the bottom of her ass cheeks also hang out of the bottom of the skirt?

Seth came home to see his corpulent queen sitting on their bed.  Maybe it was his imagination but he swore she looked even fatter than she did a few days ago.  Her gluttony never failed to astound him.  As expected she was dressed in a skin tight gray outfit.  Seth would never admit it but the way her pants outlined her lower belly was enough to make his breath hitch. He could feel his cock starting to get hard again.  He steadied himself and began trying to convince her to try on the outfit he'd bought for her.

When I'm sitting only mere inches stand between my belly touching my knees.  The thick fat on my midsection juts out over a foot in front of me. Try as he might my feeder simply can't get his arms all the way around my ever expanding waistline.  Although my fat is soft and supple he's unable to squish enough of it inward to make his finger tips meet.  He has to slide his arms up under my breasts to be able to clasp his hands together.

I can feel his touch but when I look down all I can see is his thumbs.  My view obscured by the mountain of fat that is my stomach. I assist him in positioning his hands to lift up all this lard.  I can feel his erection press into me as he comments on how heavy it feels.  I know he's proud of himself.  After all he did this to me.  All those nights continually pushing my limits; pressing food to lips when I was already too full to move.

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As you open your eyes you're unable to focus.  Your body feels as if it's weighted down by some unknown force.  You're having a hard time keeping your head up.  Someone is speaking to you but the sound is distorted as if you were listening while underwater.  Slowly your vision clears and you see a woman standing before you.  She's dressed simply in a black bra and panties.  What stands out about her is her size, she is simply massive.  You attempt to speak but words fail you.  Your throat is raw.  She hands you a glass full of milky white liquid.  Provoked by thirst you take a big gulp without hesitation.  You're pleasantly surprised by the taste of the liquid; it's rich, creamy, and lightly sweet. 

Although she is speaking to you, you don't quite understand what she is saying.  You feel an intense hunger gnawing at your gut.  The smell of freshly baked cookies wafts up.  Your stomach growls and mouth begins to salivate.  As she presses the cookie to your lips you feel compelled to take a big bite.  The cookies have a surprisingly soft texture with a rich buttery taste that's perfectly complimented by the chunks of decadent chocolate.  You find yourself longing for more.  As if reading your mind you find another cookie pressed against your lips.  Eagerly taking a bite you nearly take a chunk out of one of her perfectly manicured fingers. As you finish the cookie you find that you're once again thirsty.  As if she's once again reading your mind she encourages you to finish your drink.

Your eyelids feel as heavy as the rest of your body.  Try as you may you can't seem to keep them open.  Despite your best effort your nod off.  You awake to the sound of her snapping her fingers.  As your vision clears the look on her face tells you that she wants your full attention.  You try to speak but she cuts you off.  She tells you that the liquid you've been drinking is her very own breast milk.  You should feel repulsed but strangely all you want is more.  Some of those cookies wouldn't hurt either.  How can you already be hungry again?  You feel strange as if you're stuck in a dream.  You try to ask a question but become focused on her bosom.  She's slowly unhooking her bra.  To your embarrassment you feel yourself begin to drool.  Your eyes are glued to her chest.  As her big breasts fall free from their confines you feel your pants become uncomfortably tight.  The way that she's playing with her breasts is mesmerizing. 

She genitally touches your shoulder.  You must've nodded off again.  The tone of her voice indicates that what she's saying is serious.  You try to focus.  Could what she's saying be true?  Are you going to be completely under her control now?  You admit to yourself that you're finding her more and more alluring.  It's as if you want to do anything that she tells you to.  She tells you that you're now her pet pig and that you're going to gain copious amounts of weight for her.  Your cock twitches upon hearing this.  You can't believe you're getting so turned on.  This is completely insane yet you find yourself ready and willing to eat anything that she puts in front of you.

As someone who suffers from anxiety I was apprehensive about trying funnel feeding.  As my lust to indulge in all forms of uninhibited gluttony grew I finally gave in to my desires.  I'm so glad that I did; I absolutely loved it!  It made me feel like such a shamelessly greedy sow.  There's no going back to simply being fat once you've wrapped your lips around a funnel and sucked down thousands of calories in a matter of minutes. At that point you're officially a pig feedee.  The feeling was almost indescribable.   The moment the sweet cool liquid hit my tongue my panties were soaked through.  Never before have I felt so full so quickly.  Yet part of me wished that Bianca had made more.   

As Khlea matured into an adult her attraction with fat only intensified. She would spend hours on the internet reading feederism erotica and staring at pictures of super morbidly obese women.  The compulsion to fatten up another woman was turning into an obsession.  From that obsession an idea was born.  What if she simply took what she most desired?

After months of planning, tonight was the night.  Khlea waited patiently at the bar as she slowly sipped on a margarita and discreetly watched the dimly lit room.  The music was so loud that she watched as a group of women had to scream at the bartender to give him their order.  This club was perfect.  As she turned her head she saw perfection incarnate walk through the door.  The woman was wearing a lace dress that left little to the imagination.  In Khlea's mind she was merely plump but to anyone else she was quite fat.  Khlea smiled to herself as she thought about what this woman would look like with another two hundred pounds or so on her.

As I lay there bloated and breathless from a day of binge eating, Bianca came and sat down beside me.  She gave me a sly smile.  I groaned as I tried to shift my bulk to face her.  I was too full to easily move.  Easily being a relative term, at this weight nothing was easy anymore.  She told me that she had an idea.  Through shallow breaths I managed an exaggerated no sound.  She laughed and told me not to worry, that she wasn't going to feed me anymore... yet.  I knew that the only thing that Bianca adore more than a fat sloppy pig like me was watching her husband fuck one.  My pussy began to get moist at that thought. 

She told me that she wanted to see her husband get as messy as I normally do.  That we'd be her pair of messy pigs.  This time she wanted a more hands on role in our debauchery.  She wanted to not only watch while in bed with us but to be the one that covers me in chocolate sauce and whipped cream.  She wanted to be able to look into Seth's eyes and he greedily lapped up the sickly sweet sauce from the massive expanse that is my midsection. To pour whipped cream directly into his mouth as he thrust his cock over and over into my dripping wet pussy.  She noticed that I was almost drooling with anticipation and laughed at me.


We looked like a pair of pigs that had been rolling around in the mud as we stepped into the shower.  Our bodies smeared with chocolate sauce and the remnants of the whipped cream.  He gave me a lazy smile as I began washing his chest.  The fat from my biceps hung down heavily making my motions sluggish.  As it should given my upper arms were easily triple the size of his.  He was standing about a foot away from me but the fat around my midsection jutted forth only inches from pressing into him.  As I continued washing him the thick layer of soft fat that engulfs my body jiggled with my slightest movement. I slowly worked my way down his body.  As I reached his cock I washed my juices from it and then gently massaged his spent balls. With his body clean I shampooed his hair.  I dragged my perfectly manicured fingernails along his scalp and his breath hitched.

It was my turn to get clean.  He carefully washed my torso making sure to get between each thick roll of fat.  As he headed south I lifted my ponderous gut to give him access to my chocolate coated nether regions.  The fat on my thighs were making it hard for him to properly clean me.  I steaded myself against the wall of the shower and slowly hefted one leg up onto the side of the tub.  He got down on his knees and proceeded to wash the cum off of my plump pussy.  I carefully turned around and he made sure the rest of my blubbery body was squeaky clean.  He craned my neck back slightly and began to shampoo my long hair.


Bianca let out an exasperated sigh.  She loved her boyfriend but she was dissatisfied with his behavior.  His world revolved around his cock.  When they spent time together all he wanted to do was fuck.  Sounds great, right?  Not so much.  You see, Seth was rather self centered.  All her cared about was getting off.  He didn't give a second thought to her pleasure.  Hell, he'd fuck her thigh if she'd let him!  That was about to change.

Unbeknownst to Seth, Bianca had slipped something into his water bottle. Something that would change his life forever.  By the time that they woke up he would have transformed into Bianca's perfect lover...

Bianca turned towards her lover and said that she was horny.  She watched as Seth flashed her his most charming smile and asked her if she was finally going to let him stick his cock in her.  She began to giggle.  She listened as Seth voiced his confusion about the change in his voice and the way his body felt. She began to pull down the covers to show her lover his new body.  Seth was aghast, he was now a she!  Bianca assured her that she was going to show her what kinds of pleasure this new body was capable of feeling.

I've seen the way that you look at me.  I can tell that you're not only attracted to me, you want to be me.  You want a body like me. You're envious of the thick layer of fat that covers my body from head to toe.  You want to have a big blubbery belly of your own.  You want to take up space like I do.  To see yourself spread out to engulf multiple seats when you sit down.  You yearn for that, don't you?  You want to be a big greedy piggy just like me. 

I've seen the way that you look at food.  It's almost sexual.  You lust for it the way that you lust after my big fat body.  You want to let go of all of your inhibitions and just eat, and eat, and eat.  I'm here to tell you that, it's ok.  I want to that for you too.  I want to see you let go completely.  Embrace your inner pig and eat for me!

Snacks in hand I was about to sit down and get my game on when I heard my roommate Constance call out my name.  Suddenly she burst into my room and began snooping around my desk.  With a high pitched whine she exclaimed that I'd stolen her chocolates.  The chocolates that she'd carelessly left in the common area of the kitchen mind you.  Unimpressed by her claims I take a swig of my soda and then let out a loud belch.  Always the drama queen Constance let out shrill noise of disgust and then flailed about fanning her face.  As she plopped down on my bed she exclaimed that I'm such a fat slob!  I smirk and think to myself that she really has no idea.  As I greedily shovel potato chips into my mouth she goes on and on about the chocolates and her period.  Eventually I've had enough and I pointedly tell her that I am in fact doing her a favor.  After all she's always complaining about how hard it is to maintain her lithe figure.  She continues to prattle on about her womanly woes as I stuff my fat face.  Fed up she reaches out and asks me what the fuck am I wearing?  Perplexed by her question I ask her what she means.  She tells me it's suppose to be a cute belly shirt but for people that actually have a flat belly.  Reaching out she grabs a handful of the thick fat around my waist and says with disgust, not this.  I roll my eyes as I take another swig of my soda and follow it with another belch.  I pull down my shirt and tell her it fits just fine.  She points out the big swatch of flesh still showing and begins grabbing and pushing my fat.  I tell her that she's just jealous.  She balks at my words and stands to show me her slim figure.  Getting annoyed by her presence I grab one of her chocolates and begin eating it right in front of her face!

Sometimes I feel as if I'm more sow than woman.  Whenever I have the chance I stuff myself till the point where I'm unable to do anything more than lay on my bed moaning and grunting like the pig that I am. What was left of my self control has slipped away.  I've become helplessly addicted to the feedee lifestyle.  I couldn't stop now if I wanted to. I'm stuck in a never ending cycle of hedonistic indulgence.

As I've moved passed the 500 lb threshold I've found that the same things don't turn me on anymore.  It used to be that I'd fantasy about a feeder's touch.  A scenario like my feeder playing with my blubbery belly as he stuffs me full of cupcakes.  That simply doesn't do it anymore.  In this clip I'll talk about exactly what makes my greedy pussy dripping wet.  Until I give into my desire and make myself cum over and over.

Why would I just let you play with my immensely wide perfect ass?  What have you done to deserve such a honor?  You have nothing to say for yourself?  That's what I thought.  If you want to play with my perfect blubbery behind then you're going to have to show me your dedication.  Your greedy goddess is going to sit upon you like a throne and enjoy deliciously fattening snack.  I don't want to hear a peep out of you.  You will only speak if spoken to.  Now lay down and assume the position!

Now remember to stay perfectly still while I stuff my face; cake and cream for your ever growing goddess.  Show your goddess how much you appreciate her.  Worship at the altar of me.  I want your hands on this massive belly.  Can you feel it growing larger beneath your fingers?  Your ever expanding goddess.  Lift my belly with your feeble hands.  Heavy isn't it?  It's only going to get heavier!  One piece after another vanishes before my lips.  What's this?  I've run out of cream.  I can't finish my last piece of cake without cream to wash it down.  I suppose you've endured enough to have your reward.

Don't fuss.  This is what you wanted!  The feeling of my weight bearing down upon you.  My massive ass covering your pathetic face.  I can hear you struggling under all of my weight.  What you're trying to lift my ass so, you can breath better?  Good luck with that!  I belch loudly as the cake settles in my stomach.  Your goddess is feeling sluggish and lazy from her fattening feast.  I hope you don't expect me to get back up.  This is what you wanted after all.

In this clip Seth will fuck the thick rolls of fat on my back and then switch positions and slide his dick between my massive thigh, blubbery belly, and plump fupa.  As he fucks my fat I tell him that I want to get fatter for him and become his perfect pig slut.  The clip ends by showing his big load of cum in between my fat rolls and dripping down onto my pussy.

You open the video that your girlfriend sent you.  You're shocked to see that she's dancing; never before have you seen her move her immense body in such away.  You're captivated by the way the thick layer of fat that engulfs her body rolls as she gyrates.  As she sways she reaches back to the nap of her neck.  The overabundance of fat on her upper arms hangs down heavily; it's easily the size of a "normal" woman's waist.  She pulls the ribbon away from her neck her large ponderous breasts spill forth.  With a playful smile she turns around and starts slowly removing her lace panties.  The way her ass jiggles as she turns back around makes your cock twitch.  She hefts her breasts up and lets them fall back down on her blubbery belly as the screen dips to black. 

As the video fades in you see your girlfriend bent over the bed smiling back at you.  Her large posterior prominently displayed.  She begins to lazily shake it back and forth.  You wonder if it's grown larger than it was the last time you saw her.  The way her whole body seems to jiggle as she moves is almost mesmerizing.  Her pace quickens and you hear her overhanging gut slap against the front of her thighs. You smile to yourself as you realize she's one of the fattest women you've ever seen and she's all yours. She smacks her hand against her broad backside and digs her fingers in deeply. 

She plops down on the bed.  The sound that comes from the bed makes you wonder how long before you'll have to replace this bed frame as well.  That's what almost a bed frame a year?  The sound of her voice snaps you out of your reverie.  She's talking about how soft and supple her fat is while shaking the thick roll of fat on her lower belly.  As she lifts her weighty paunch her bulging fupa obscures her womanhood. She grabs the substantial amount of fat on her middle squishes it into a ball.  It must stick out from her at least a foot!  What a pig, that's a whole foot of pure lard jutting off of her!  You think that she has no more self control as she says it herself.  She tells you that she wants you to fuck her greedy pussy.  You know where this is headed and your cock is rock hard and ready.

I finally found the memory card that I lost when Bonnie was here.  I'm pleased to be able to release this amazing point of view footage that I filmed with a fan.  With my blob-like body splayed out before him he begins lifting my ponderous gut upward and letting it fall back down into a cascade of jiggles. His hands sinking deeply into the thick layer of lard that encases my body. I instruct him to grab me roughly and show me what a fatty I really am! I love the feeling of having my fat grabbed. His large hand lost in the sea of fat. You can tell that I'm easily three time his size. Flipping me over to inspect my back rolls, he shows off how thick they're getting. My wide flabby ass jiggling at the slightest touches. Lastly he flips me on my side. This angle allows you to see the obscene amount of flesh jutting out from my middle; it has to be more than a foot of pure fat.

I admit, I wish that I could say that I was shocked by my own gluttony but I'm not.  The way that I have been eating I knew that this day would come.  Try as I might I simply cannot reach past the mount of lard that has become my midsection.  I have eaten myself into a state where I'm too fat to reach my own vagina.  Most women would be horrified but I'm not most women.  As I live in a perpetual state of arousal I didn't think it possible to be more turned on.  Yet reaching this pinnacle of obesity has done so.

When Seth gets here I'm already dripping wet and aching for release.  I beg him to finger my plump pussy for me.  He tells me to try to reach. I push myself and reach as far as I can.  I'm just able to touch my clit.  He roughly grabs the thick roll of fat on my lower belly and gives it a shake; waves ripple throughout my blubbery body. He teases me about how helplessly obese I've become.  I should be ashamed but his words just makes me wetter.  He tells me to rub my clit.  I awkwardly reach forward trying to displace as much of my soft supple fat as possible.  With effort I'm just able to reach.  I moan thinking that soon I won't be able to reach my clit either.  I can't stop now if I wanted to I'm hopelessly addicted to the feedee lifestyle.  As his fingers enter me I know that he wouldn't want me to stop either.

I was sitting on the couch making a total pig of myself when Seth called.  He told me that he had a special birthday surprise for me.  I felt my pussy start to moisten with anticipation.  I thought to myself he's going to shove my face into a birthday cake and thoroughly fuck my soaking wet pussy!  My fantasy was abruptly interrupted as the doorbell range.  I rocked back and forth to gain the momentum needed to heave my weighty body off the couch.  Slowly I waddled over to the front door.  What I saw left me stunned and speechless; on Seth's arm was another woman!

Seth grabbed me by my saggy gut and forcibly moved me out of the doorway.  He proceeded to tell me that the woman was his wife and introduced her as Bianca.  He roughly slapped my blubbery behind and said, "Look at that jiggle!".  His wife giggled.  My checks turned red with embarrassment as my panties started to get damp.  He told me that his wife too had a soft spot for sloppy obese pigs such as myself.  She smiled slyly at me and told me that she'd brought a gift.  In that moment I noticed the white bag in her hand.  I inhaled deeply and began to salivate.  She'd brought my favorite donuts!

Within minutes we were in the bedroom.  As I was stripping off my clothes I noticed that I had both of their attentions.  They were watching how every movement I make causes the thick layer of fat that covers my body to jiggle wildly.  I felt so exposed.  My pussy was drenched. 

My substansial bulk took up a majority of the bed making me keenly aware of the size differences between us.  I moaned as Seth slid his massive cock inside me.  My whole body jiggled with his every thrust.  The glass bowl of deliciously fattening donut holes wobbled upon my pendulous gut.  He ordered Bianca to play with her tits and mine...

It was time to once again challenge myself to eat more than I ever have before. To push my body to its very limit.  While 6,300 calories is certainly impressive I knew that this greedy gluttonous sow could do much better!  On the table before me sat large orders of toasted ravioli and mozzarella stick, an extra large BBQ chicken pizza, a 2 litre bottle of Pepsi, and a cinnamon swirl dessert pizza.

I set upon the food like a mindless eating machine; bite, chew, swallow, repeat. Quickly I made my way through the toasted ravioli and moved onto the mozzarella sticks.  As I neared the end of the mozzarella sticks I started to feel full.  All of the cheese from the appetizers was sitting in my stomach like a rock. I began massaging my bloated gut in hopes of relieving the pressure.  Gases trapped under the mountain of cheese I'd consumed erupted forth.  Pushing forward I moved onto the extra large pizza.  To my surprise the saltiness of the bacon and sweetness of the barbeque reinvigorated my appetite. Bite after bite I greedily shoveled it in. Towards the end of the pizza I felt my senses starting to dull.  It was clear that a food coma was starting to set in.  I sluggishly massaged my bloated belly.  What a pig I must look like sitting here naked with BBQ sauce smeared on my face and my pendulous belly hanging between my legs.  That realization in combination with my painfully stuffed stomach made my pussy dripping wet.  When I get horny I get hungry!  I tore into the dessert pizza.  Sickly sweet bite after bite packed down into my already overfull stomach.  By the end of it I was so full I could barely think! 

It takes a certain kind of woman to be turned on by her own body ballooning before her eyes.  What can I say?  I'm that kind of woman.  The feeling of being enveloped by lard keeps me in a state of perpetual arousal.  There's nothing that makes my pussy wetter than eating while I'm being fucked.  In fact, I've got to the point where it's hard for me to cum unless I'm painfully stuffed or having food stuffed into greedy mouth.  It's no longer a question if I want a donuts more than I want a long thick cock inside me.  I need them both!  I'm hopelessly addicted to the sensory overload.

In this clip Seth will fuck me on the loveseat as I shovel delectably fattening dense cake donuts into my wanting mouth.   The two tall cups of heavy cream assure that I won't burn any calories during our romp.  If anything I should find myself a little bit fatter by tomorrow. That's just the way that I like it! Treat me like the fat sow that I truly am.  Feed me, fatten me, and fuck me!

I want you to imagine that you're in his place.  Those are your hands touching the soft supple mountain of lard that's collected around my waist.  That's it, lift it up.  It's heavy, isn't it?  Drop it down and watch how it causes a wave to ripple throughout my blubbery body. Watch how easily your fingers sink in deeply.  Yes, I really am that fat!  Don't be shy, grab a big handful of fat and see for yourself.  That's right, you're the one who's in control.  This is your belly after all, it was you who helped me grow it.

I am getting so fat that the word fat doesn't even adequately describe me anymore.  Technically speaking I'm super morbidly obese.  I feel like even that classification doesn't do this immense body justice .  Super morbidly obese people are generally people with a BMI in the range of 50 to 60.  I'm way past that!   I'm simply massive; you can grab a handful of fat pretty much anywhere on my body.

In this clip I'll show off my enormous body from my pudgy feet to my noticeable double chin.  I'll talk about how my fat is soft and supple.  Showing you how easily my fingers sink deeply into it.  I can't keep my hands off of myself.  I'm in love with my supersized body.  The way even the slightest movement sends ripples throughout my fat like a rock skipping over a pond.  If that wasn't enough I'll also talk about my current gaining goals.  How I'd like to see my body transform with the next 50, 75, or 100 lbs that I gain.

I'm perpetually turned on by my own obesity and without a dedicated feeder in my life I'm always looking for new ways to keep my fat pussy well fucked. I love sex toys; especially toys that do a majority of the work for me. When I learned about fucking machine I had to have one. What could be more perfect for a lazy fatty like me?

In this clip I'll use my new fuck machine for the first time. The machine relentlessly penetrates me at a breakneck pace. I moan in pleasure; the sensation is almost too much to bear! Instinctively I buck my hips against the dildo. The motion causes my soft supple fat to jiggle uncontrollably. I grab a handful thick fat from my core as a wave of orgasms begins to build. Buried under a fat hood my clit begs for stimulus! I can barely reach it over the rolling sea of lard that is my midsection. I rub my clit at a frantic pace trying to cum before the exertion of doing so exhausts me.

There's nothing that I love more than throwing my weight around.  I make sure that my submissives know exactly who's in charge. There's no better way to do that then to push a sub's limits.  In this clip I'll seat myself upon Gentle Giant and then inform him that I'm not getting up until I eat this whole plate of brownies.  After I effortlessly consume hundreds of calories I reward Gentle Giant by letting him rub my perfect ponderous paunch. Watch as his hands easily sink deeply into my soft supple flesh; expertly working my fat like a chef would dough.

I love when a submissive knows his place.  Gentle Giant knows that his place is having his face used as a seat for my perfect plump pussy and substantial ass. As he lays helplessly buried under a mountain of flesh I play with my blubbery body for your viewing pleasure. Watch as my fingers easily sink deeply into my thick rolls fat showing you how soft and supple it is.  That's simply not enough, I want to really show you how flabby I am.  To do so I begin to bounce to Gentle Giant's dismay causing every inch of my body to jiggle like a cup of gelatin.

I'd sure made a pig of myself tonight; I'd gorged myself till I was flushed and barely able to breath.  The dining room chair creaked as I leaned back in an attempt to relieve the pressure in my painfully overstuffed stomach.  My nightly indulgence had caused my now bulging belly to be pressed tightly against the dining room table.  I saw Seth smirk obviously bemused by my predicament.  The chair loudly protested as I sluggishly pushed myself away from the table.  Seth reached down and grabbed ahold of my lower belly and then pulled it towards him.  I had no choice but to awkwardly hoist my bulk upward using the back of the chair and edge of the table.

He pulled me into the living room next to the loveseat.  He made a guttural sound as he bit my neck and grabbed the slab of fat that made up my massive ass.  I braced myself against the back of the loveseat and got onto my knees.  My distended gut simultaneously touching the both the back of the couch and the seat.  I felt him rub this tip of his cock against my dripping wet pussy...

In this clip Seth will fuck me on the loveseat doggystyle until he cums inside of me and then he'll finish off my creamy pussy using silicone Hitachi-style vibrator.