Post from Feeder Xutjja · May 16, 2025
I stood over you holding a dripping slice of pizza in one hand and a spoonful of mac and cheese in the other, both aimed right at your greedy little mouth. Your fingers were buried between my thighs, deep inside my fat pussy. I slapped your doughy side sharply.
“Focus, pig.”
Your lips parted immediately, tongue out, practically whimpering for the next bite. I shoved the pizza in first, pressing past your fatted lips, watching the cheese and grease smear across your chins.
“God, look at you,” I said, voice low and cruel. “You’re not even my boyfriend anymore. You’re just a fatted hog I keep around to stuff and use.”
You moaned as you chewed, your free hand resting on your gut—no, clutching it, like you could somehow contain all the softness we’ve packed on you. Your belly gurgled audibly under the pressure of another binge, your stretch marks glowing under the overhead light, skin shiny from sweat.
I slid the spoon into your mouth next—slow, deliberate, and sensual—as you swallowed it down like a good food-whore.
“Too fat to fuck me like a real man anymore,” I smirked. “You couldn’t fuck me if you tried. That overfed, out-of-shape body of yours isn’t good for anything but chewing and swallowing.”
You whimpered again.
“Keep your fingers moving,” I ordered, rocking slowly as I smeared garlic butter across your lips with the crust. “If you’re not going to fuck me, the least you can do is finger me.”
Your fingers tried to speed up, but I could feel how tired you were—your movements sloppy, uncoordinated, your whole body too bloated and slow. I laughed, deep and mocking.
“Pathetic. You’re so fucking fat you can barely lift your arms, let alone finger me properly. And still, you just keep eating.”
I grabbed a thick handful of your belly and shook it hard, making your entire body jiggle.
“This is what you are now. My soft, pathetic, greedy little pet piglet. You live to be overfilled and overfed.”
Your mouth opened again, drool glistening on your lips. I shoved in another bite before you could beg.
“I don’t even have to ask anymore. You’re too far gone for that. Just a big, blobby, flabby man-pig who knows his only job is to keep growing.”
You whined around the food, fingers twitching between my legs as your own belly pressed harder against mine. You were sweating, breathing loud and heavy through your nose, your eyes glassy with need and humiliation.
“Say it,” I growled, gripping your hair and tilting your face up to mine. “Say what you are.”
“I’m—your fat—greedy pig,” you gasped, breath catching. “Your—your useless, overfed cockless pig.”
“Damn right you are.”
I ground harder against your hand, shoving another spoonful of mac and cheese into your mouth, moaning low as you struggled to keep up.
“You’re gonna keep growing, you hear me? I’m going to keep feeding you until I can’t even reach your cock through all that blubber. Until you’re nothing but a soft, shapeless human lard storage tank for me to mock and ruin.”
You moaned beneath me as your hand went limp, your belly bloated to the point of aching.
“Aww, is my hopelessly obese piggy too fat to even finger me?” I whispered, leaning down to lick the grease from your cheek. “Then I’ll sit on your face instead. You’ll eat like a good pig. I’m cumming one way or another.”