So how to step up my game, with such an eager and wonderful feedee to fatten, knowing well what she's worth. Maybe I can go the gentle way first. Just with your current size, as you're eating another greasy meal to get closer to your sow form. I'll gently, with the tip of my fingers, trace circles around your belly, getting fuller with each bite.

"Come on princess, eat up, you know you want a body of a regal size..."

I'll get you food, all the stuff you like, continuously. Sure you'll be happy as you deteriorate yourself from my care. Fatter, dumber, lazier, hornier. Doted on so much than all the normal stuff to be expected, work, independance, not lazing around all day, be really able to think about stuff, all of that will just melt and wilt, as your body grows and your new happier life blooms. Just as the gentle flower expands her magnificent petals for the world to see, as you'll expand your body with lard... For yes, the world WILL see just how much of a fattening lazy girl you are. It's the pride of the owner to show off her pet... Because no matter how much you'll wanna stay home, the allure of an all you can eat buffet will beat it... For the time that your laziness haven't taken over fully at least.

But out in the world, stuffing yourself at a table, it would be such a good place to have more fun. And by that I of course mean look at you when you overeat, gorge recklessly as your primal urges take over not being seen as a shameless glutton by everybody. After all, isn't it fine to showcase how much you're becoming a big fat sow? That's the reason you're showing yourself online isn't it... That's just a step forward, a thing you'll waddle at some point.

As you eat, I'll play with your burgeonning belly, either from a rapidly "shrinking dress" stuck around your growing frame, or slipping a finger through the openings in a tightening shirt, poking decadent blubber as I feel just how my cattle queen as increased in value with her latest layer of lard.

"Good girl, making a pig out of herself in front of people huh? Are you proud of being that much of a glutton? Is there no limit to what you'll do for the exilarating thrill of bliss? Sorry, I shouldn't use such difficult words while your brain is hard at work guiding your hands to fatten you more."

I'll take some food myself, fill up plates... Not that I'd eat much, I don't wanna ruin a body made you boss and dominate you. But you'll finish all of those for me won't you? Showing me just how I have you in the palm of my hand, satisfied with picking up every morsel of food I'd leave off.

I'll pamper you plump: pretty porky princess in a couple months, with even more pounds coming. A fat pig, made as lardy and docile as a cow. Waited on hand and foot all day, like an overspoiled princess, the constant abundance of food to please your hedonistic urges, as well as some well placed massages, reaching under the growing crease of your belly. Your mouth can be pleased with an endless stream of food, but I know there is another set of lips begging for such attention. Especially when you'll have to big of a gut to properly reach them... Guess that would put you absolutely at my mercy.

You'll be a growing lardball of pleasure, treated like you're a harem's favorite. Nothing to be responsible for, nothing to think, just getting to eat and be pleasured... Except maybe having to ask for being fed or pleasure yourself when you're getting too lazy to do it on your own.

Then I'll also make you feel dominated and overpowered, as much as spoiled and pampered. With your big belly constantly stuffed to the brim, I'll poke and prod, press my palm on it, really make you moan. I can't help but want to make you feel weak before me, all the stuff you eat and I provide reducing you to a plaything, a pet for me to have my ways while she's a whirlwind of pleasure from having your horny needs fulfilled.

I'll have fun binding you to have my way, knowing there is little for a cow like you can, or even want to do to stop me. Behind your back on a chair for me to push more food past your lips... On the bed for me to play freely with every square inch of your body... Maybe even getting you a leash, to pull you close to me anytime I'd want a cuddle, or more... And ultimately, after a long time of doting on you and using you as I like, binding you with your own body.

Hard concept to grasp, right, my fattening bimbo? But what could more effectively restrain your movements and make you more submissive than having to drag around more and more pounds of pure lard? I'll encumber you with fat. Your thighs are gonna squeeze together as they get round and flabby, less and less adapted to carry your increasing weight. Your belly is gonna sag forward, so heavy gravity is gonna win against your skin. A perfect apron for me to grab, pinch and jiggle. Weak arms to complete the set, barely enough to feed yourself. I'll Make sure you can't contemplate any other option than being a fat lazy glutton.

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Being in a team with Kakuzu, meant that everything was on a tight budget. Being in a team with Hidan meant just getting whatever he felt like at whichever moment he felt like it. Being in a team with the both of them… was chaos, and constant bickering. So much so that you were feeling as if your head was going to explode if they would start their fifth money-related fight of the day. 

The alarm on your alarm clock clicked on with a loud crash. The opening guitar riff of Johnny B. Goode yanks you away from dreamland and back into the waking world. It didn’t need you to have been up for hours already. Today was the day. After racing to your bathroom, the taste of blueberries fills your mouth" “Weird. This is mint toothpaste” you think.

Getting dressed you pull on the smart blue suit and coordinated red belt you picked out just for today. Reaching into your pocket you pull out the crumbled golden ticket “Congratulations! You are cordially invited to spend the day as my guest for a tour of my chocolate factory signed Mr. Willy Wonka. Please arrive at 9 am on the first of October” you read that ticket so many times you could recite it from memory. Placing the ticket back in your pocket a flash of blue catches your eye. Looking closer, your entire arm is a deep shade of blue. You blink in confusion. Your arm is normal the same as it ever was. 

Grabbing your coat you head out to the factory for what may be the most important day of your life. On the way out of the house you grab a fresh piece of gum. The taste is strong but oddly unctuous and rich with a tomato flavor that is weird but not unpleasant. You take another chomp but now the flavor has changed to a normal mint. A third chomp proves similar, more mint.

The first room of the factory is bizarre, sterile and white with bizarre coat hooks that move like hands. As you sign the various NDAs and legal waivers your stomach grumbles strangely feeling full and bloated instead of empty.

The next room is more of what you are expecting. A room made of candy! You and the other guest spread out to sample whatever treat you find. Your body is giving you trouble somehow, your limbs don't want to move, they feel tight and turgid at once, too heavy and too full. But the feeling passes and you soon find yourself able to move freely if a little stiff as your muscles relax.

 The guest falling into the river proves strange, adding to the pile of strange feelings you have felt today. The workers dancing makes your body shiver. As if hands are pressing against you. Shoving you. When the song ends, the feeling vanishes. You almost miss it.

The boat ride, in all its hazy strangeness, squeezes you full of  both dread and anticipation as if you know what is about to happen that it has all happened before.

The boat docks at the inventing room.

The everlasting gobstopper.

The gum is a three course dinner.

The tomato soup.

The roast beef with baked potato, crispy skin and butter!

The pie.

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Beneath the Surface is not a collection of happy rainbow scaled mermaids. This is an anthology of poetry and short stories about mermaids and the darker parts of their world.

Beneath the Surface (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/341015581-beneath-the-surface?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=TalesOfTheDaystar&wp_originator=9XOArlkoI9Vq0acmbDitd2ZXGRap4x6Nxb7APzWaQvTfRiE3YodVs%2FS7z5rWI7CK9M1Kze0Dhq7KWVrwsRd%2B850mdjoBeg55ypITdPyideOOqzFIHj3WzSL7wFKUXRY%2F This is not a collection of happy rainbow scaled mermaids. This is an anthology of poetry and short stories about mermaids and the darker parts of their world.