Lil Moth Man

As I grabbed some food from the nearby table and brought it to his lips, he looked down at me with a sly grin. “Are you trying to fatten me up, baby?” he teased, his voice laced with desire.

I couldn’t help but feel a rush of heat flood my body as I stammered out a response. “N-no, of course not. I just thought you might be hungry.”

He took a big bite of the food, then leaned in close to me. “You know, I think you secretly love it when I tease you about your little feeding fetish,” he whispered into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “You like it when I make fun of you for getting all hot and bothered while you’re stuffing me full of food.”

I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment and desire as I lowered my gaze, my mind reeling from the intensity of his words.

He was right, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh at the thought of his teasing words. The way he made me feel so vulnerable and obedient was incredibly arousing, and how he could turn something as simple as feeding into a sensual and exciting experience.

He placed a gentle finger under my chin and lifted my face up to meet his gaze. “But you know what, darling?” he purred, his voice dripping with seduction. “I think you need to show me just how much you love feeding me. I want you to feed me until I’m so stuffed I can hardly move. Can you do that for me, baby?”

My lips parted in a soft gasp as I felt a wave of lust wash over me. “Please” I breathed out, my voice heavy with need . “Can I feed you more? Let me take care of you, I want to make you feel good“ 

My cheeks flushed as I spoke, feeling embarrassed yet aroused by my own words.

Bigger. That's all I want, is to be bigger. To be able to consume more and more calories with each passing day, to shove even more food into my chubby little face until I can't take it anymore...and then some. I want my belly hanging down past my thighs; it already hits the floor when I'm on my hands and knees, so it shouldn't be too long now, should it?

I bet you've never met such a greedy girl before, have you? I bet it shocks you as to how much I eat every day, how quickly I've fattened up in such a short amount of time, how much more I still want - no, need. I'll forever need more, I'll always want to grow bigger, not just for you, but for my own fantasies living in my head.

Just imagine it! My arms the perfect jumbo pillows to rest your head, my tits propped on top of a heaving ball of lard I used to call a flat stomach, my thighs so fat-filled that I can't touch myself anymore and the cutest little face on top of it all, almost unrecognisable from how massive you've made me. My chubby little feet won't have touched the floor in months! I mean, you wouldn't expect me to waddle over to the fridge and get my own snacks, would you? You wouldn't be so cruel...right? I hope you'll be waiting on this giant blob girl hand and foot, massaging every single roll in sight and playing with my pussy every time I eat just to make stuffing my gut even more pleasureable.

Though, I suppose it could be fun, watching me heave myself off of the sofa. I can see it now, bright red in the face before I've stood up - I'll take the tiniest little steps, rolls upon rolls slapping against each other and jiggling with every breath, let alone movement. Look at me, such a helpless, brainwashed, wheezing pig that all I can mutter between breaths is one word.

More.

More.

More.

I'm begging you, please.

Oh. You passed out.

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