Too much (Part 2 to Denial)

My my…My my…

I think we have both gotten what we've wanted.

You denied your fate and continued to submit to my demands. Now you're permanently stuck here and struggling to even swallow your fatty slop.

You're fucking huge. I can't undo this.

You truly did take on too much and look what it's done to you. You're barely recognizable, you're so fat. My darkest fantasy has been fulfilled and you? Well, you're just filled.

You're still glugging down calories as I examine you. At this point I think it's reflex.

We've long passed the point of no return. You've eaten yourself into the most inhumanly sized blob of blubber that has ever existed. With your arms and legs permanently spread as far as they will go they now only serve as fat storage.

It's such a pity it has to end this way. I'd say you chose the life of a pig but a pig could never get this fucking fat without exploding.

Exploding.

Bursting.

Popping.

I've never considered my fantasy to darken past watching someone eat themselves to immobility yet here we are. You're hanging on by a very thin thread with your heart struggling to keep up with a mouth that will not cease to glut itself. You're doomed either way.

I've done the math. At your size, you must be nearing nine thousand pounds. Your heart has also steadily swelled with the stress and is probably the size of a small microwave. Your engorged intestines have enlarged to accommodate the sheer amount of slop forcing its way through your body. Your skin has reached the limits of elasticity. The rest of your organs are buried and will soon fail as you eat yourself to an extreme gluttony induced grave.

But I've gotten you this far, maybe I will show you mercy. I want to see the limit of the human body.

Since you're struggling to swallow now that your fat filled neck is engulfing your face, I'm going to adjust the tubing to force pump into you. No more work for you. Just lay there and swell up even more for me.

You've been such a great feedee so I'm going to let your last stuffing be the best.

Resting between your mountainous thighs is a large vibrator, I'll adjust it as you're nearing max capacity. I want to watch you cum as soon as you have reached your limits. It's the only way to go at this point.

Are you ready?

I've switched the machine to pump into you, stop sucking. Feel the warm cream make its way into you. Just let go. You've worked hard to get this big, let the machines take over. I want your entire body to be packed as tight as a drum.

That's it…be filled. You have no other choice. Squirming isn't going to do you any good it's only going to strain your fat laden heart.

I can hear you murmuring and moaning behind the tube…is it satisfying to be so full? Your entire body so heavily packed with fat that you're rendered completely helpless?

Good.

Just relax and know your fate, pig. Your belly can no longer hold so much in any more. Your skin is overstretched and so is your stomach. Remember your ultimate purpose has changed. I want you to pop.

Your grunts and sighs from the pressure mean we are on the right track and the gurgling from deep within reassure me of what's going to happen soon.

Pop for me.

I've used you for so long and now I want to watch you burst. It's not enough to watch you overeat now. I want more than to see you rub your belly from the pain of overeating. That was goal number one. You're grotesquely obese now and I need to see the climax of the consequences. The ultimate ending to extreme obesity. Your very own punishment.

Don't worry, I've added enough drugs to lessen the pain of your overdue finale.

Your belly is getting fully engorged…is the pressure becoming too much now? You can wriggle helplessly but you're stuck.

Remember being 500 pounds? Or when you reached 1000? Remember being able to lift your own arms? Now they're useless sacks of fat that have overtaken your pudgy little hands.

That feels good doesn't it…feel the vibrations underneath you…feel how much heavier you're getting on top of that…that's it…push yourself into it.

I can tell you're ready. Your entire belly is blowing up and spreading out. The thick cream is filling you up, time to start phase 2.

Remember how you had a waste tube? I've replaced it with another feeding hose. Once your lower half is completely filled everything will be capped off and you'll be left to pop as you're filled from your mouth again. Sure it's being stored as fat as it makes its way through you but it will catch up and the pressure will ultimately build.

Are you ready?

Feel the warmth take over. You can't move anymore. You've eaten too much now. Your body can't keep up.

Grow for me.

Pop for me.

The pressures building…

Cum for me…

That's it…

Just a little more…

Whining won't make it stop…

Take it all in…

Oh God…you're getting huge…

Almost there…

Your body can't hold everything in anymore…

Everything is too tight…

There's no more room…

Good…cum for me one last time…

You were such a good feedee 💋