TheFluffySideofLife

(Warning- was feeling a little masochistic when I wrote this, hehe. May not be for everyone. Strong themes include forced feeding, Master/sub, bdsm. Enjoy!)

Taking a deep breath, she lifted the final spoonful. With a slow and heavy arm she raised the morsel to her lips. Slowly her mouth opened. Exhausted by her previous efforts, she paused briefly. Her stomach felt stretched beyond anything she’d ever experienced before. Her whole body felt heavy under the strain. Never before had she eaten so much. She had stuffed herself so full that she could feel it everywhere. Hell, she somehow could even feel it in the back of her neck. And she knew exactly who to blame for her current predicament.

“Come on, baby,” he cooed beside her. “Just one more mouthful. You can do it.” It had been his idea to go to his place for date night. It had been his idea to order Chinese. And it had been his idea to get the ‘Imperial Feast’. Only what he hadn’t told her was that she’d be eating it all on her own!

A slight groan escaped her as she turned over and greeted the new day. She couldn’t help it. Her body felt heavy and slightly limp, as if she’d exhausted herself with exercise. But she hadn’t had she?

As the memories of the previous night started to pop into her mind one at a time, a smile started to form on her face, and her hand instinctively moved to her belly. Yep, the remnants of the previous night were still there, proudly protruding.

It had started innocently enough. Being away on vacation has its effects. The healthy food and daily exercise takes a back seat to food that tastes ‘oh so good’ and exercise that isn’t nearly as taxing. They’d spent the day walking the beaches, and visiting the various attractions deemed acceptable for every tourist. They’d had lunch at a beautiful cafe right by the water’s edge, as then napped in the glow of the afternoon light from their holiday apartment. As night approached the only reasonable thing to do was to order in. And that’s when it began.

“You know,” he started with a cheeky grin on his face, “there are so many good places to choose from on this delivery app that I don’t think I can choose just one.”

“Oh really?” she asked, catching the glint in his eye.

“Oh yeah,” he replied approaching her. “There’s pizza and burgers. Chinese and Thai. Mexican and Greek. Pasta. Seafood. Dessert. I don’t think I can choose. What do you think tummy?” he asked as he knelt before her, running a hand over her chubby belly. She couldn’t help but giggle. He gasped in mock surprise as if her stomach had just replied to his question. “You want it all?” he spoke to her belly before standing up to talk to her again.

The idea of another stuffing was too good to resist. As his hand moved across her belly, she remembered how big and distended it had become from the last stuffing she’d had. An involuntary moan escaped her lips as she remembered how good it felt to feel full to capacity, to feel his firm hand expertly bringing her comfort as he rubbed her belly, to feel her added heft move and sway beneath her from all the food she’d eaten.

A wicked and knowing grin started to spread as he realised his plan had worked. She was about to give him exactly what he desired, again. But this time, he wanted more. Oh so much more. “You know,” he said innocently, “I know what you like. Why don’t I just order for you?”

After that the food started coming, and it didn’t stop til the early hours of the morning. She ate her fill and then ate again, snacking in between each course. With his constant encouragement and gentle teasing, she pushed her capacity well beyond her normal limit and successfully achieved her first all-night binge. Her stomach looked like a beach ball by the end of it, and as she rolled uncomfortably into bed he made sure they were both sexually sated before she fell asleep in his arms.

Hearing her wake, his hand made its way over to her stomach. He saw the smile on her face and he knew exactly what she was thinking. “I bet you can’t do it all again tonight?” he whispered in her ear before kissing her cheek.

“The hell I can’t!” she replied.

She gently awoke to the not so distant buzzing of the blender. For most people, the sound of a blender in the morning meant a green or grey sludge with a gut-wrenching after taste with a promise that it’s ‘good for you’. But this little piggy knew differently, and it brought a smile to her face. Stretching slightly, she rolled to her side, and with a groan she heaved her heft out of bed. She giggled slightly as her massive belly bounced gently, simply from the act of getting out of bed. Before she had met him, she had always been disgusted at the concept of carrying such weight on a daily basis. But now, as she passed by the mirror, she couldn’t help but stop and lift up her pajama top, and lovingly run her hands over the softened expanse that was her belly. The belly that he had given her.

Walking into the kitchen she found him finishing the familiar shake. Humming along to a song in his head, he turned and greeted her with a smile, before promptly pulling the jug from the blender base. As he walked toward her, jug in hand, she started getting excited. It wasn’t everyday that he made her a shake in the morning. She was just about to ask him what was going on, when he quickly lifted the jug straight to her lips. Without a word and not even bothering to get a glass, he started pouring the thick concoction straight into her mouth! Fast!

Reflexively, her hands shot up to either side of the jug, terrified that at the angle he had it that it would spill everywhere. She leaned her head back and quickly chugged the super sweet gainer shake at speed, focusing all of her energy on not letting a single drop spill.

What she hadn’t noticed was that his hands had left the jug long ago. She was so focused on the jug and the shake that she didn’t even realise that the force with which she was trying to keep pace wasn’t even there anymore! She had, unknowingly, become the master of her own undoing.

With a slight smirk he moved to her side, admiring his creation. It had taken a lot of hard work to get her to the point where his encouragement was all she needed to indulge in her hedonistic gluttony. Suggestions for seconds had turned into wordlessly watching her finish the entire family meal. An offer for icecream now meant that she’d finish off the entire tub. And it didn’t matter what time of day it was, he could find her mindlessly either munching on snacks or looking for them, morning, noon and night. He had awakened her feedist desires, and had watched her blossom into the perfect feedee he had always wanted. His own little fatty.

His hands moved gently to her side and to her belly, feeling her newly formed width. “Yes, my little piggy,” he murmured appreciatively in her ear. “Eat your morning slop.” He could hear her moan, and he chuckled gently as he watched the sweet sludge roll down her throat. He knew that she was loving this as much as he was. Together, they had loved watching her grow. How every new day seemed to bring a fresh layer of flesh and fat. They loved testing her stomach’s capacity, both in one sitting and over a period of time. But most of all, they loved how hot their love life had become. He loved feeling her ever-increasing softness, and she loved all the new attention she was receiving. And neither of them wanted to stop anytime soon.

As she finished her shake, she could feel her surroundings slowly come back into focus. She blushed as she realised her mind had escaped into yet another hedonistic haze. It was only now that she could feel her feeder standing beside her and not in front of her. It hadn’t been him that had set the incredibly fast pace, it was her! She could now feel his hand gently rubbing her massive belly, and with slight embarrassment realised it had been there for more than just a few moments. It was as if she were waking up from a momentary blackout. And the realisation alone made her blush even harder.

She lifted the jug from her lips as the final few drops landed on her tongue. “I’m so proud of you, darling,” he murmured in her ear, before collecting the jug back from her and setting it on the nearby counter. “Are you full?” he asked, seemingly innocently.

“Oh, yes,” she replied sweetly, a protective hand on her belly as she felt the inevitable motions begin to bubble under the surface.

“Good,” he said, leaning over to gently kiss her on the cheek. “Now go get dressed or we’ll be late.” A confused look crossed her features. “Oh, you don’t remember, do you?” A dark smirk formed on his lips. “We’re having brunch with Joe and Charlotte.”