Kidnapped (bondage feeders)
It must’ve been about 2am when the door to my apartment came crashing down, and in came 5 men all with their faces covered. They pulled me from bed and shoved a balaclava on me so I couldn’t see what was happening. I was locked in the back of a van, and we drove for about 6 hours.
When they removed my balaclava, my hands were chained to the ceiling. I was in a large prison like room, there were 10 guards still with their faces covered, holding me at gunpoint. I was shitting myself, I so scared thinking I would be slaughtered, then from a conveyor belt in the corner, burgers, fries, hot dogs, pizza slices, all started coming through. At last, one of the guards spoke, as he came closer holding a slice of pizza, “eat and everything will be okay.”
Every minute the guards would force feed me burgers, fries, doughnuts, cake, hot dogs, fried chicken, everything which came through the conveyor belt. They wouldn’t let me stop eating, constantly I would be stuffed with lard, fatty foods. Even when I’d had enough, when my stomach was so full it literally would burst, they would just force feed me more and more food, each day, until I threw up - then they just started again. It was torture, torture by some sadistic man.
Very soon, with me being fed upwards of 20,000 calories a day, my body blew up. After just a day, my belly stretched past my feet, my thighs rubbed each other with fat, and my ass was already twice the size of my belly. After a week, the t-shirt I had been wearing barely reached my belly button and my jeans had four rips all the way down my inner and outer thighs. I couldn’t see my feet, and my body ached from all the weight it now carried. After two weeks, fat had engulfed my chin and my face, my thighs had blown up like balloons with fat and my belly stuck out 2feet in front of me. After a month, I craved food, I longed for the conveyor belt to start in the mornings, and I begged for it to not stop come 21:00. I loved the 10 henchmen constantly pushing fat-filled foods down my mouth. I had succumbed to being this disgustingly obese pile of fat. I was indistinguishable from the slender man who came in here. The fat on my arms pushed against my face from both sides as my hands were shackled to the ceiling, I could feel the rolls of fat sagging off my abdomen, my belly stuck out 3feet and obscured any view I might’ve had of my legs, yet I could feel how swollen with fat they were, my ass was so fucking fat and tender, the 10 guards often took intervals to play with it and squash their faces in it.
After 5 weeks, they loosened the shackles on my hands, and instructed me to walk forward to the scales were Id be weighed. It’d been 5 weeks since they’d kidnapped me, and I hadn’t walked since. Panting and exhausted from just standing up, I moved one heavy, squishy leg forward, then slowly came the other. The guards all laughed at my pathetic attempt at waddling, before three helped my up onto the scales.
The scale read. I looked in horror, before realising that that number referred to my body, my own body. Then I looked in even more horror. The guards had deliberately left a door open in the top right hand corner of the cell, I tried to run to it, I tried. It took about four steps before my huge elephant like body got caught off balance and cascaded to the floor.
Within an hour, I was back chained to the ceiling, the guards continued to force feed me, pouring fat filled, Lardy foods down my mouth. After another week, my body had morphed even more into a huge sack of fat. My arms grew weary from being held up and soon they’d had to use sticks to prop them up, my belly exploded out of the 7xl T-shirt I’d been given, and my ass was a sphere of fat, so plump and huge. I only got bigger and bigger, till I 💥
