I just want to grow… (Patreon)

I want to spend all of my spare time eating.

Swelling.

Guzzling.

I want to graze like a cow for hours on end.

My mouth is never empty, my stomach never growling from hunger.

I want a stocked fridge and bar to keep me tripsy and craving more.

I need to feel the weight of my daily binge sitting inside me, churning...stirring...

My urges will take over...I know they will.

I will make a pig of myself.

A tubby little sow.

My audience will love me for it too.

Paying to keep their piggies belly taut and full. I need to be adored, rubbed, and pleased while I eat.

It's a sinful cycle I am willing to follow.

The more I eat, the more I want.

The heavier I swell, the less I move. More food in, less moving.

Hello sweet indulgent kiss of obesity.

My urge to suck down delicious slop will grow with my bloated belly.

I'll take up so much space with my new found form.

My ass will break couches and demolish chairs.

My tits will blow out bras and my belly will pop seams and buttons.

My large globular thighs will bust through even the stretchiest leggings.

My tiny feet swallowed up by thick flab.

I'll be so packed with fat I won't be able to roll myself over to reach for my next snack..

I will be the biggest piggy anyone has ever seen.

They will marvel at how fat I am and ogle at my poor overstretched, overworked belly.

They'll count the many rolls overlapping each other on my sides.

How did I get so big?

They will ask.

 "I needed to grow." I will say.