Chapter 1 - The Roleplay

Hey girl, ready to roleplay? She excitedly nodded her head up and down, her cheeks and jowls jiggling to the motion. Her mouth was already wide open, drooling, waiting to be fed. She loved roleplaying; it was the one thing she looked forward to during the day. Every day, for hours on end she would act like a helpless house piggy, too fat to do anything for herself, only capable of thinking about food. She loved the simplicity of it all: Act like a helplessly fat pig, eat like a pig, think about more food, move as little as possible. It was easy for her and she understood it; not to mention it turned her on to no end. She lived in a state of constant sexual arousal during The Roleplay.
The Roleplay. It was something they mutually came up with as a means of getting their feederism kink out. Both were active people with active lives and had various obligations. The Roleplay was the break from all of that – it was a brief gust of energy and vitality to their relationship. It was also something temporary; something manageable in her mind. For a brief period of an evening meal she would act like a fattened, lazy, gluttonous pig that only care about eating and growing as fat as possible, and her boyfriend would feed her and treat her like the helplessly fat piggy that she was.
It started out as a short kinky roleplay over a nightly dinner; exhausted from the day, ready to jump into her pajamas and enjoy a filling meal. These short beginning roleplays were fun for her, she felt so cared for and loved when all she had to do was lay back and open her mouth. It was also fun acting like she was fatter than she really was and receiving the belly worship and attention she craved. She didn’t have to think about cooking, she didn’t have to think about work, she didn’t have to think. At the end of a long exhausting day, cooking or baking sometimes was hard and tedious. She enjoyed starting The Roleplay just to be lazy; and in her mind there was nothing lazier than a pig.

At this time she was just a chubby girl during these cute small stints; only her belly had noticeable pudge and a muffin-top that hung down below her waistband. To anyone who saw her she was just an average overweight girl that tucked her belly into her pants when she went out. The first several nights of their new roleplay she would lay back in her recliner with her shoes kicked off in her pajamas. Her arms resting at her sides and her feet propped up, mouth wide open. She would say “feed me please” and happily eat whatever spoon or forkful her boyfriend put into her mouth. Eventually as she grew fuller her mouth would no longer be wide open waiting but almost begrudgingly opening to the next bite and then the next bite of food until with a full mouth she mumbles “no more-ph, pigghy ish full.” Then blissfully she would lay there in her stuffed state while her feeder fondled and jiggled the pudge of her belly. This was how things typically happened those first several weeks of starting The Roleplay. Afterwards she was transported back to her regular life; she finished her emails and correspondence from the day, she managed the daily chores and snuggled with her boyfriend in bed before going to sleep and starting the grind of work the next week.

What once was an occasional typical roleplay over an evening meal on Friday nights gradually became a nightly occurrence every weekend. She grew more demanding to roleplay as a piggy when she got home Friday evenings. It was her break from work, the grind of being an adult and a most welcome change of pace. She started to grow wet at the thought of her evening weekend meals, being spoiled and pampered by her boyfriend while she acted like a good piggy that was only interested in eating, being lazy and, at least for a few hours, didn’t have to think about anything except food. The roleplay that usually only happened during the evening meal eventually elongated into a several hour-long period of roleplay into the night. He would demand that she act very gluttonous, like she was starving and would tell her that piggies should always have something in their mouths. She loved it; she loved being fed without a thought or worry as to the rest of the world during these short sessions. She loved not having to worry about the consequences of her unbridled gluttony during The Roleplay, because as she thought to herself – ‘its just a few hours…the extra food here and there is manageable; its not like I’m chronically overeating..’

She started to grow fat. They were now having The Roleplay most nights of the week. Months of forced feeding and indulgence were starting to show itself in her regular life. Her chubby belly was now fully hanging over her waistband and spilling over her sides. Her arms and legs were starting to thicken and she would fully feel her thighs rub together when she walked. Her beautiful face started to fill out with soft pink cheeks with a small double chin framing her face. She would look down at her fattening body and think to herself – ‘this is ok, its just The Roleplay, I can stop whenever I want to and get the weight off… its not like this is permanent.’ As she finished her work and started her way home, however, she would squeal in delight. It was what she looked forward to all day as she trudged through the grind of her job – The Roleplay. Driving home her mouth would invariably begin to salivate, her girl parts would tingle and get wet, she would start to find things harder to focus on, she couldn’t wait to get in character acting like a fat pig demanding food and being actively stuffed by her boyfriend or stuffing herself with fistfuls of food.

The Roleplay had evolved now. It wasn’t an evening occurrence any longer, it became a daily all day affair as soon as she was home from work. Her boyfriend would be ready to strip her down naked, tie her up, and stuff her like the fat pig she was….all in good roleplay. The Roleplay was easier now that she was starting to look thicker, softer, more like a piggy. She would cry out how hungry she was, how desperate she was for food and that she needed to be fed. Her mouth would remain wide open, tongue out and drooling waiting for her next bite of food. He would regularly coach her on how to act more like a pig and tell her how beautifully gluttonous she had become. He would stuff her fat face and slap her jiggling parts of her body. She would grow wet at the humiliation and teasing during the roleplay… “Alright piggy Ill feed you more, but if you eat all the seconds you’re going to become really obese,” or “does anyone even recognize you anymore - do you see how fat you’ve become piggy?” he would tell her with a glint in his eye and a smile – it was all just roleplay. Invariably her stomach would grow uncomfortably full and The Roleplay would come to an end. After months and months of The Roleplay…eventually she had the desire that she didn’t want it to end so soon, and she would make concessions to continue. Whereas in the past she would break character, help with the cleanup and each would then go about their day, now she insisted that she didn’t want to exercise so soon after eating…that it wasn’t good ‘for piggy to burn calories with such a full belly.’ Her boyfriend would then dutifully clean her up and tuck her in where she was fed, covering her fattening body with a blanket and continuing the force feeding and roleplay when she woke from her nap.
The days went on and more often than not, while they were home together there was The Roleplay. She struggled to fit into her small sedan to conduct her daily business. Her belly was so large it filled the gaps between her legs and hugged the steering wheel. Her hips were so wide they piled up against the center console and driver side door; when she forcibly closed her door there would be a muffled wet smack to her hips and a wave of jiggling would ensue. Her arms and legs were now noticeably thickened with upper arms that hung down like batwings with fat. To the casual observer it would also appear she was too tall for her small sedan but her fattened rear had grown so much it made her look a head taller than she really was while sitting. Her work life suffered; she couldn’t find the drive she used to have with her job, she found it harder to focus and as a result, her performance was failing. She was having doubts about her job. She was now so noticeably obese that everyone was constantly asking her if she was ok. With a chubby smile framed by a thickened double chin, she would tell them ‘everything was going great, what did they mean?’ She knew what they meant, but she wasn’t too convinced herself. She thought to herself, ‘yea I’ve grown pretty fat – but its just roleplay, I can stop whenever I want to, its just temporary fun.’ The moment she left the office and waddled into her home she was already getting into character for The Roleplay.

At home The Roleplay continued unabated with force feedings every 2 hours of the day. Despite her full belly and feeling of already being stuffed to capacity, she enjoyed roleplaying, acting like a pig – invariably she would say “feed me, piggy is hunngrryy” even when she didn’t feel hungry… just because that’s what piggies would say. He loved watching her act so gluttonous, he would sometimes intentionally slowly bring the food to her mouth just to see her begging. Seeing her mouth open, drooling, eyes desperate to be fed (or too lethargic to hold open when stuffed to capacity) was his favorite part of The Roleplay. Especially now that her face was framed with soft fat and her neck fat was pooling onto her engorged upper chest. He would slap her belly and hips to watch the waves ripple and tell her how fat she had become…in character, as part of the roleplay. While at home she would intentionally put off doing any laundry or chores now with the excuse that it was her roleplay time. She was supposed to be a fat piggy, and she would remind him that good piggies were supposed to be lazy and just eat. She would be stuffed all evening into the night; despite feeling overwhelmingly full at times she would still be fully immersed in character. Acting like a single-minded pig was fun. The Roleplay continued day in and day out, the only break coming at the alarm in the morning when both would waken like nothing the previous evening happened. They got dressed, spoke about matters about the utilities, house, and bills and went to work calling each other by their individual names.

The Roleplay evolved again. She now referred to herself as “piggy” most of the time while at home and was constantly in character. One morning being stuffed with heavy cream and weight gain shake the night prior she had a peculiar thought. Today she decided she didn’t want to break character or stop the roleplay, she wanted to continue. Her boyfriend got up for work, showered, poured his coffee and was heading out the door when he noticed that she hadn’t left the bed. He walked back into the room…his first thought at seeing her was how shockingly obese she looked, the second thought formed into words to which he asked – ‘girl, aren’t you going to work today?’ With a fat plop of her arms onto her sides from making a very exaggerated gesture at attempting to sit up she replied…’piggy needs food, piggy shouldn’t be moving.’ She then proceeded to make two more overly pathetic motions acting like she couldn’t get up for work before looking at her boyfriend with longing eyes. He chuckled and walked into the kitchen only to return with the food cart from the night before. He immediately gets back into character himself and admonishes her…’alright piggy, but you better have all of this eaten by the time I get home’ he winks, and then heads out the door. After the door closes, she sighs a sigh of relief. She mindlessly reaches over to the cart and begins eating the muffins, bagels and crackers. As she lay there stuffing her face she gets deeper into character as a piggy again. She lays there thinking about all the food she can eat instead of going to work and grows wet at the thought. Just before she starts to dive into the mindlessness of consuming large quantities of food, she is assailed with another thought…’this is just roleplay.. I’m only roleplaying, this isn’t really me, I can stop eating whenever I want to.’ She consents inwardly to the thought and for the remainder of the day thinks of nothing but food.

She never went back to work and was let go. When she received the news that she was fired after multiple ‘no call no shows’ she almost remained in character telling her boss that piggy understood. She found herself immensely turned on from the lip smacking of eating a fully loaded baked potato when she received the news over the phone. But she was confused. The lines were blurring, and she knew that she should be upset about losing her job, but she couldn’t work herself up to be upset. Her mind immediately drifted back to The Roleplay. The following days became notably changed now that she didn’t have the obligation of reporting to the office. A part of her knew that she had grown extremely fat, that it was concerning to her and she should stop, and another part of her only thought about food, acting gluttonous, and getting off to the thought of becoming a helplessly fat obese pig. The latter, of course, was the prevailing thought; for she had trained herself too well, and too often over the years of engaging in The Roleplay. Every day, the entire day there was The Roleplay. Her boyfriend was ecstatic; and to his credit he would attempt to carry on regular conversations with her outside of roleplaying but she rather wanted to stay in character. He loved seeing her like this, never leaving character, constantly hungry and begging for food, referring to herself as a piggy and acting like she couldn’t get up, move or do the minimalist amount of work. Now of course, she wasn’t nearly so fat that this was the case at this point, but in her mind, she was a helplessly fat, obese and gluttonous pig that should be spending every moment thinking about nothing but food.

That was over a year ago.