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now that they’ve made some room, they look like they could use a snack.

you gently jostle them awake, holding a treat near their mouth. “hi, baby. here - just one more bite,” you murmur, knowing they’re too sleepy to protest. you press it past their lips, stroking their cheek as they chew, and the moment they swallow you coax them back to sleep.

it’s even easier than you thought.

so you start the cycle over: worshipping their body, mouthing at their chest, grinding against their thighs and tummy, diving between their legs, reaping the rewards of their indulgence for them…careful not to send them over the edge. not yet. if they start to wake up from an overeager bounce of their belly or too sharp a nip at their rolls? well, that just means it’s time for another treat~

a dizzyingly delicious cycle, so easy to get lost in. feeding them up even fuller than they started — and they’re just too deep in dreamland to keep track of how many “one more bite”s they’ve had. by the time they wake up for real, they’re packed to the brim, so full they can’t even roll over…and they barely know why. even more, they’re so riled up from however long you spent gorging yourself on them, it’s all they can do to beg you for help. so stuffed they can’t move, so turned on they can’t focus, and completely at your mercy.

Packing you full of greasy fried food leaves you lazy and pliable. Hand feeding you doughnuts and ice-cream makes you cuddly and affectionate. Pouring a weight gain shake down your throat turns you into a desperate, pathetic mess.

One of my absolute favourite has to be secretly slipping extra calories into someone's food, especially if they're trying to diet.

Swapping their protein shakes for indulgent chocolate milkshakes, their diet sodas for regular. Stirring weight gain powder into the batch of 'healthy flapjacks' I'm baking.

Encouraging them to have a few cheat days every week, and to eat way more than they usually would to 'get it out of their system'. Serving huge portions at dinner time, and telling them to eat up so they don't get hungry and snack later (but make sure they're surrounded by tasty snacks at all times, just in case.)

Couple that with always rewarding and praising them for eating well, and fucking them senseless when their belly is tightly packed, until they crave stuffing themselves with a visceral need they don't really understand.

Then one day, dropping the act. Putting them in front of the mirror and grabbing a fat handful of flab to jiggle. Making them confront how far they let things get without putting up the slightest bit of resistance. Helping them realise there's no point trying anymore, that they're always going to be my desperate, greedy piglet. Then prdering them to their knees and hand feeding them until they pant with the heavy weight of their gut.

You might slip back into your old vegetable munching, fruit nibbling ways for a bit, but then... When you're desperate to cum... You'll always beg me to whisper in your ear about all the things that would change if you got fatter. How you'd outgrow the gym. How you'd start wheezing up a flight of stairs. How you'd need help off the couch. On and on, until cum, having a mind blowing orgasm to the roleplay where I taunt you for being a fat, virgin, loser.

Then... just like that... you find yourself desperate to get high every night, and to eat until you feel your gut weighing you down on the couch so the roleplay feels more real. You beg, you stuff, you cum. You say it's for me, but we both know the truth, it's for *us* baby.

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It looks like this — my hand wrapped around your full stomach, the seatbelt holding you exactly where I want you… not with pain, but with playful restraint. A reminder that you’re mine to feed, mine to fill, mine to guide.

Fighting is futile — you’ll surrender to your own devious desire in the end.

And I’ll be right there encouraging it… enticing it… indulging it.

Watching you grow.

Shaping you.

Transforming you.

Your friends and family would whisper their doubts about me, saying that you’ve gained so much weight since you met me as they watch me from across the room handing you yet another plate of food.

Your coworkers would stare at you in disbelief and gossip as they watch you walk in even fatter than last week, with your clothes fitting you less and less appropriately as you take out another donut to eat from the bag I sent you off with.

The staff at your favorite fast food places would start to recognize you and listen in shock as I add even more food onto your order than last time, running off to snicker to their coworkers about how that one customer looks even fatter every time they see you in the drive through.

I want to watch you struggle one day to pull your jeans over your fattening ass and thighs and then try again and again in vain to button them, and then look up at me with a face that says, “look what you did to me 🥺” And I wouldn’t be able to keep a smile from spreading across my face. You don’t know just how much I love that I’ve done this to you.