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You writhe in your bonds, but they don't loosen. Soon, a figure enters a room. You vaguely recognize them as one of the guests at the party; a quiet person who observed everyone instead of engaging in conversation. Now, as you look at them, you wonder how you could ever think this person was human; they are clearly a fairy or some other malicious spirit.

"You must be wondering why you're here," the person says. "I have chosen you among the crowd. You were so enamoured with all the food and drink. You are showing great potential."

You want to answer, to protest, to ask questions. You can't; your mouth is blocked.

The person smiles cruelly. "Welcome to your new life, my dear. I'm sorry it had to be done like this, but if you cooperate nicely, soon your life will become rather enjoyable."

They push a button on some machinery that is connected to your nuzzle with a long plastic tube. A warm liquid starts flowing into your mouth, incredibly heavy and sweet. You are forced to swallow, and it lands wetly in your stomach. You aren't sure how long the whole process lasts, but by the end of it, your stomach is distended and painful. You can't even rub it to soothe it; your hands are bound.

You are left in the room to digest your heavy meal. Whenever you feel like the tension in your stomach is easing up a little, the liquid starts flowing again. You lose the track of time.

***

It must have been at least two weeks; at least, that's what you tried to establish by counting the times when you fell into an uneasy, overfull slumber. Constantly tied to the chair, with the otherworldly person only occasionally coming to the room to clean you off or change the bottles with the sweet liquid, you find yourself constantly sleepy, barely able to think about anything besides how full your belly is.

But today, something is different.

The person arrives at the room and undoes the straps on your arms and legs. For the first time since you found yourself here, you are able to look down at yourself, and the image of your soft belly spilling slightly onto your thighs startles you. Slowly, your captor helps you up to your feet. Standing up is a bit more difficult than you remember. You are naked, and they now lead you to a different room which is completely empty save for a scale on the floor and a mirror on the wall.

"You are becoming quite a sight," your captor says. "Soon, you will be ready for the next stage."

You look at yourself in the mirror. Your face is fuller, and your chin has softened. Your chest has become plump and is starting to sag a little. Your belly is red and distended, rounded out. You touch it and feel its softness. You tentatively step on the scale.

220 pounds.

Your breath quickens. You gained 50 pounds in 2 weeks. You want to run away from here, come back to your old life. Desperately, you search for any windows in the room, but you see nothing. Still, you run to the door, trying to get past your captor and reach freedom.

It startles you how much your body starts jiggling when you run. Your back, your thighs, your arms, the rolls under your armpits. You are pudgy all over, and you are also slow. Your captor catches you instantly, and they are displeased.

"Do you really think you could escape me?" they say. "Well, now you just sealed your fate."

They lead you to the room with a chair again. They strap you down. The liquid flows. This time, a lot more of it. You almost gag. Afterwards, you fall into a fitful sleep.

***

You don't know how much time passed, but you can feel the heaviness of your belly hanging off your waist. Your captor is back to untie you and lead you to the room with the mirror. Apparently, you are ready for something. You don't know what.

Standing up is hard. Your belly hangs low, tugging on your spine. Your chest sags on top of your globular belly. You shuffle one of your legs forward, finding it difficult to walk with the apron belly hitting the top of your thighs. Your thighs rub. Your back jiggles, and so does the fat hanging off your arms. You swallow uneasily, feeling slightly suffocated by the fat surrounding your neck.

By the time you reach the mirror, you are panting. There is no way you will be able to escape now; walking 10 steps leaves you exhausted. You look at your reflection in disbelief. Your face is entirely round, framed by a thick double chin, and your cheeks are squeezing your mouth and eyes. You barely recognize yourself. Your belly cascades down in a multitude of rolls. You touch it with your sausage-like fingers, and it gurgles. You realize you're hungry. Ravenous, in fact.

You blush. You step on the scale and you can't see the number.

"320 pounds," your captor says. "I didn't intend to make you quite as big just yet, but you gave me no choice."

You don't dare to ask what comes next. But your captor soon explains:

You are now ready to be shown around in the land of the fairies as a fat human pet. You will be clad in beautiful clothes and allowed to feasts. You will no longer be strapped down and force fed. You won't escape anyway; you are too fat for that.

"So, what do you say?" your captor asks.

You sigh. What choice do you really have, anyway?

Your stomach gurgles again, responding for you.

I don’t want to chose, I want you to take control and make sure I don’t stop eating until you decide i’m done.

leave me snacks everywhere so I'm always grazing

make me docile with a cosy, easy lifestyle

encourage and enable my gaining

buy me cow print things "because it's cute"

edge me whilst you play with my boobs

get me used to being on all fours whilst you feed or fuck me

use a milking pump on me to induce lactation

teach me to moo instead of moan

I'll put a collar around your neck, with a cute little bell so I always know where you are. I'll let you live a very sedentary life with me. You won't have to worry about work or bills or any of that. You can just laze around and do whatever you want all day, and I'll make lots of yummy food for you.

- Your therapist slowly conditioning you to believe stuffing is the right thing to do at any moment, for any occasion or none at all. If your sad you should drown it in ice cream. you’re celebrating? go out to eat a huge meal. you’re in bed? that’s the perfect time for cake. you’re sat down? absolutely reach for the chips. Until any time you feel anything you are shovelling treats like there’s no tomorrow.

- A new doctor changing your prescriptions to ones that list weight gain and hunger as a side effect, adding ones that slow metabolism and cause drowsiness and fatigue. Then stating you need to lose weight so providing you with a diet plan so unsubstantial and pathetic that they know you’ll falter and the hunger will control you. Too dazed to even realise your predicament until your next checkup.

- You are a skinny, pretty, sorority girl but still make good grades, except for one class. This professor seems like they hate you for no reason, failing on every test or assignment even if it was good. You need an A in this class or you can’t move up a year, the professor pulls you into their office and explains the only way you could possibly get an A would be to become the fat, stupid piggy you clearly are inside. To humble yourself, fully.

- You meet someone, they’re much older and pretty financially well off. You are the most broke you’ve ever been and really struggling to land a job. They offer to help you out, on one condition. They will give you £100 for every pound gained.

- Tinder date takes secret photos/videos of your intense humiliation session and threatens to send them to everyone you know if you don’t do as they say. They want a fat bimbofied play piggy and you have no way to say no or explain your changes to others around you.

You've barely eaten any of it! Oh sweetie, do you not like it? I'm sorry, I was trying so hard to make the most perfect cake for you, I know how much you like sweet treats!

It's okay, I can see you forcing yourself to have another bite but I guess if you don't like it you don't have to eat any more... I'll just have to do better for you in the future. I tried my best to come up with a combination of your favourite flavours that would work together but I guess it didn't go as well as I'd hoped.

You don't have to get another piece just because you feel bad.... I was just trying to do something special for you... I know you're eating it just to make me feel better

I promise I'll make you something really delicious next time, no it's okay, I know you're bot really enjoying this. It's clear you're only eating it because you feel bad for me

Taking care of me, making sure I always have food or drinks in front of me

Showing me and everyone else how much they care about me with how fat I've become

I'm so oblivious to the weight gain but I feel loved and cared for and that's all that matters

Everyone can see how much they love me

date nights at restaurants become a weekly habit, eating a solid three course meal that leads me to nurse a bloated, bulging stomach each time we return home - every time vowing to never lay eyes on the dessert menu again

but somewhere along the line it becomes easier, almost thoughtless, to finish an entire meal with an uncomfortable fullness. stealing bites of your meals out of food envy becomes almost second nature. in fact, you haven't finished your cheesecake, let me have a bite! and could we get ice cream on the way home? my chocolate cake was a little rich, I need something cold and smooth to cut through the sweetness

and through all of this, the weight creeps up slowly. after all, a once or twice a week blow out isn't enough to make me fat, surely? I eat normally enough during the week to allow for a bit of date night fun

until one day before our ritual date night, i ask for your help to do a zipper up on my favourite black dress. of course it still zips, though i notice with each step i take it feels as though the seams are straining, groaning. sitting down at the table, the bodycon dress that once fit perfectly now rides up on my thighs - i'm afraid to stand up too quickly in case i give the restaurant a free show.

"don't worry about it, my love" you say to me. "you look fine. have a glass of wine".

I reach towards your side of the table for the ice bucket holding our bottle of cabernet sauvignon. leaning forward, i feel my belly begin to pool in my lap - a sensation i've never noticed before - has that always happened? my arms also feel constricted by the seams, as though they too have suddenly become aware of their girth

the zipper groans before i can even get a hold of the bottle, warning me of what's to come. as i grasp the bottle, there's a tear - and suddenly it feels as though my clothes feel much better. I know what has just happened, and am now mortified by the sound of my clothes making more room for myself before dinner has even begun.

you walk around to the back of my chair and witness what was left of the zipper, now completely torn on one side of the dress.

"your dress has ripped, but don't worry, we can cover you up with my coat on the way out".

I go to get up from my seat. "wait, what are you doing!?" you say. "I didn't mean now! everyone will see you, and our food isn't even here yet!"

I look at you, puzzled by what you expect me to do - especially since you'd just offered me your coat.

Rise and shine. Did you sleep okay?

Oh I hope that rope isn’t too tight around your wrists. They’ve gotten thicker along with the rest of you haven’t they.

Oh don’t get all pouty, look me in the eyes.

Good piggy. Let’s get your tube and funnel all set for your first meal of the day.

Huh… what do you mean you wanna go outside again? I thought this is what you agreed on.

I… suppose you could. You could try anyway.

You don’t even realize what I’ve done to you? You don’t have an apartment anymore. You have one pair of clothes on you and frankly, it’s about to rip right off your obese body.

If I took that rope off, you’d wheeze and waddle, trying to get to the door. You couldn’t help squirming with excitement, feeling every part of your own body jiggle. Such a dumb piggy you’d probably get distracted halfway to the door.

You don’t believe me?

I took off the rope about 5 minutes ago. Yet you’re still sucking on your tube~

You’re adorable piggy…

Satisfied now? You’re accepting that this is everything you’ll ever know now. You’re my forever growing blob to care for aren’t you?

Good~ I’d want nothing less for you

Now Eat for me