Had an idea for a while about pig play and slob, just never could find the time or motivation to actually write it (Plus Fallout 4 was a huge distraction @w@)

Finally sat down and wrote something, tried experimenting with 2nd person. Tried to be as gender neutral as possible for both characters, so people could insert their own characters more easily 'v' Please tell me if anything doesn't seem right, wrote it all in one go and late at night;;

Enjoy~

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You wait patiently on the couch. It had been a week since you put out an ad for a new roommate, and someone had finally responded. Their name was Bailey, and they described themself as "outgoing, responsible, caretaker and loves to cook". Sounds like a pretty good roommate... save for that it's been 3 hours since they said they'd show up. After hours of twiddling your thumbs, there's finally a knock on the door. Bounding up from the couch, you swing open the door.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry I'm late!" they said, struggling with their bags. "Traffic was awful, and was having trouble packing everything up."

You tell them it's fine, and to come on in. They take their first few steps in, admiring the space around them. Getting to their room and putting their bags down, Bailey sighs. "Sorry for all this. After all the boxes are unloaded, could I make you dinner?"

Not wanting to turn down a kind gesture (or a free meal), you accept. They beam with excitement and race back outside, eager to get cooking.




*UUUUOOOOAAAAARP*~ Pushing the plate back, you relax in your seat. It's been a while since you ate that well. Bailey had cooked up a huge pot of spaghetti and meat sauce, and brung in a chocolate cake from the store. You felt incredibly full, near to bursting. Your pants button was undone, and your shirt riding up on your taut belly. "Take it you enjoyed supper then?" they joked, putting the dishes away in the sink. Noticing your discomfort, they come over to help you up and onto the couch. "...You may have overdone it on the cake though." Bailey lowers you down, making sure you're comfortable while trying to digest your food mountain of a supper. "How about a movie? Might help you relax." They plop down on the couch adjacent to you, flipping through the channels.




Over the course of the next month, you and Bailey really get to know each other. You find lots of things in common, like video games, hobbies, TV shows, but most importantly, food. They love to cook, and you love to eat. Always having more of a low paying job, you've never really been able to afford super fancy meals too often, maybe getting out to eat or ordering a pizza a few times a month. Though with Bailey, this all changed. Due to their expertise in the kitchen and their well-to-do job, you two have been able to feast every day. Pizza, pastas, sushi, all-you-can-eat buffets, it was stunning how much you two could order up. Though, it didn't come without its side effects. In the last 30 days, you've moved up 2 pant sizes. Your shirts are getting to be too small, just barely covering your stomach only while it's empty. Though speaking of belly, it's had its "growths" as well. There's more to grab now, you can pinch probably 2 inches or so of pure flab. Your tum and your pudgy lovehandles start to spill over top your waistband, making you look extra squeezable. Your chest has filled out a little bit, certainly starting to press against your shirt. Your lower body wasn't spared either. Your thundrous thighs are always touching, the only way you can get them to stop is by basically doing the splits (which is getting harder at your size). Your bubble butt juts out from behind, jiggling slightly whenever you walk. There have been far too many pant seam rip incidents for you to count. But despite all your extra weight, you don't mind. Normally before you'd be mindful of things like these, but since Bailey moved in, you've felt much more relaxed and less worried about your image. Even if your belly sticks out the bottom now, that won't stop you from wearing your favourite shirt out to lunch. While you were getting comfortable with yourself, so was Bailey. While together on the couch watching a movie or playing games, they'd sit a lot closer to you. If they got tired, they had no problem leaning up against your chubby side. Even that one time when you accidentally bumped into them with your butt and they made that comment about how big you were starting to get. You thought nothing of it those things though, just dismissing them as you and Bailey becoming better friends.




Two weeks later, you and Bailey talked over your job. Given their financial income and how much you two normally spend in a month, you found out that it wasn't even necessary to still be working. So, you quit your job. Not having anything to occupy your day, you quickly started a daily trend of "sit on the couch and eat food + play games all day". Chip bags, pizza pockets, cupcakes, whatever was quick and tasty. Obviously, this had an even bigger impact on your figure. You had to buy all new shirts, your belly finally succumbing to gravity and drooping fully over your waistline. Your butt took up an entire chair at the table, and sometimes had to get help to get your hips unstuck. It was quite the feat, managing to gain close to 75 pounds in the 6 weeks you'd known Bailey. But of course, you didn't mind. In fact, you were even starting to like it. The heaviness, the softness, the warmth, being able to grab your belly to rub and jiggle it whenever you wanted. It was bliss. The feeling of laziness and gluttony was so intoxicating, you barely even wanted to get up to clean your cheeks if you got icing/grease/something on them or your shirt. You would count the minutes between meals, eager to switch from snacking to gorging on a heavy meal. You'd watch the clock intently when it was around time for Bailey to get home, when they'd fix up a buffet of fattening foods to overstuff yourself on. Bailey was getting even more comfortable with your size, almost encouraging it. They'd pat and rub your belly, teasing you about how much you ate and feeding you when you can't reach the plate over your engorged gut. You couldn't tell what was going on with them, but you certainly weren't about to question it.




You couldn't help it. Normally during the day you could keep it cool, but at night the urge was too much. You were becoming hopelessly addicted to your size, your greed and lust for food overpowering your other desires. You'd raid the fridge at night, searching for something to sate your desperate hunger. After your belly was full and uncomfortably comfortable, you'd open up your computer and visit sites. Read stories about others giving in to greed, or watch videos of other fatties feed themselves or be fed. The feeling was euphoric, the pressure between your legs building up to immesureable pleasure. Unfortunately it'd have to stay unsatisfied, lest you make too much noise and wake up Bailey. That is, until you hear your bedroom door creak open. ...Too late. You frantically close all the tabs and windows on your computer, taking your hand out from between your legs.

"What are you doing up so late, fatass?~" they implored. You stammered, flustered and trying to come up with an excuse.

"Don't worry, you don't have to say anything. I already know~ So obssessed with gaining and growing big, that you need to fantasize online about it."

You sat there, blushing wildly and looking away sheepily. Bailey started creeping towards you with something behind their back, a tone of seduction to their voice. "Going to feed you like the gluttonous pig you are. <3" Bailey pulled out a tube and a jug of chocolate milk, sticking it into your mouth and pouring.



After 2 months, you're no longer you. In your place lies a huge, obese 600lb piggy. Your belly is positively massive, way too big for clothes (if you wore any still). Your chest rests on your gut, perfect to play with. Your fat ass barely fits onto the couch now, and certainly couldn't be held up by a chair. You were a slave to your own hunger, not caring about anything besides when your next meal would be. You never really needed to leave the apartment, though sometimes Bailey would make you. They'd give you a pair of shorts that was much too small and a too small shirt that would barely fit over your chest. They'd take you by a leash and parade you around to every fast food place, ordering everything off the menu for you. They'd feed you and call you "piggy" or "cow", making sure everyone knew just how enormous and hungry you were. Nevermind the food stains you were getting on your shirt and your cheeks, plus the stares from everyone else in the restaurant. You were a glutton, and nothing was going to stop you from fulfilling your neverending desire for more. Back at home, there wasn't much difference. You weren't allowed to use utensils (though you didn't want to anyways. Why waste time with a fork and knife when you can just use your maw?), which meant your cheeks were always covered in grease. The heat was cranked up, sapping the energy out of you and leaving you as a panting, sweaty, lethargic mess. Bailey would put a pig nose and tail on you and stick a hose in your mouth, making sure you get your fill all while embarrassing you even more. Common ones were "piggy" and "fatass", though occasionally "lardass" and "slob" were thrown in. You on the other hand, didn't have much time for words. Most of what came out of your mouth were squeals, from Bailey teasing you mercilessly about your piggishness. You were living a dream, as an overweight, slobby fatass, and you never wanted it to end. You wanted to skyrocket in weight, up through 700 and 800 until you could barely walk anymore. All you could feel now was hunger and lust, usually the two coinciding with each other. Bailey was your master now, and you were their prize hog. The moment you tasted their cooking for the first time, you were fated to become one. Too bad you weren't more watchful though, otherwise you would've spotted their bottles of potion marked "Entrance" and "Weight Gain" amongst their possessions when they first moved in. But, it's a bit too late for that now, isn't it? Now eat up piggy, we need you nice and big~