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As my body continues to swell with fat I've started getting rolls in places one normally doesn't get rolls.  Bianca loves to tease me about my body parts losing their definition; particularly my elbows and knees.  My gluttony has caused my joints to be engulfed by heavy hanging sacks of pure fat.  She delights in pointing out how hopelessly super-super obese I've become.  We both know that I couldn't stop now even if I wanted to.  I've become too addicted to the feedee lifestyle.  If not being able to see one's elbows or knees isn't a sure sign that there's no turning back then I don't know what is.

As the weight keeps piling on the harder it becomes to accomplish every day tasks.  We've eaten ourselves into such a state that our fatness now impacts our everyday lives.  In this clip we'll talk about what we're unable to do at our size and if we've found a way to work around it. 

When one weighs hundreds of pounds more than the average person it can make every day life difficult.  The world just simply isn't made for overfed fattened sows such as us.  We've eaten ourselves into such a state of obesity that we're just too fat for most things.  In this clip we'll talk about all of the furniture that we've destroyed over the years.

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.