#stuffd posts

Packing you full of greasy fried food leaves you lazy and pliable. Hand feeding you doughnuts and ice-cream makes you cuddly and affectionate. Pouring a weight gain shake down your throat turns you into a desperate, pathetic mess.

It might start as an occasional indulgence, a way to unwind, to let go of the pressure of being perfect.

But it will always be there, at the back of your mind.

The knowledge of how good it feels to be full.

And the desire to keep growing for me.

It's there when you put an extra pump of syrup and dash of cream in your third coffee.

It's there when you add a second dish to your take out order 'for leftovers'.

And it will be there when you finally give in. When you're on your knees in front of me as I push creamy pastries between your plump lips, your apron of a belly spilling over your knees.

When you let me consume your thoughts, your body, your existence.

Puffy, sensitive nipples you can clamp and tug on.

Delicious pockets of blubber across their chest you can nibble and cover in bruises.

The soft roll under their armpits that jiggles and shakes as they squirm underneath you.

Seeing the fat you've piled onto them under their XL t-shirts.

One of my absolute favourite has to be secretly slipping extra calories into someone's food, especially if they're trying to diet.

Swapping their protein shakes for indulgent chocolate milkshakes, their diet sodas for regular. Stirring weight gain powder into the batch of 'healthy flapjacks' I'm baking.

Encouraging them to have a few cheat days every week, and to eat way more than they usually would to 'get it out of their system'. Serving huge portions at dinner time, and telling them to eat up so they don't get hungry and snack later (but make sure they're surrounded by tasty snacks at all times, just in case.)

Couple that with always rewarding and praising them for eating well, and fucking them senseless when their belly is tightly packed, until they crave stuffing themselves with a visceral need they don't really understand.

Then one day, dropping the act. Putting them in front of the mirror and grabbing a fat handful of flab to jiggle. Making them confront how far they let things get without putting up the slightest bit of resistance. Helping them realise there's no point trying anymore, that they're always going to be my desperate, greedy piglet. Then prdering them to their knees and hand feeding them until they pant with the heavy weight of their gut.

Just have as much as you want now, and we can save the rest for later.

Here I poured you a glass of milk to wash it down with too.

I cut you a couple slices - well you always get a second one anyway, I thought I'd save you time.

Gone already? Let me grab another piece - no, I insist. You deserve to indulge yourself a little.

How much have you had? Why are you worrying about a silly thing like that. Here, this is just a small piece, I'm sure you have room.

Come on cutie, don't act shy - I know you want to ask for more. Here, I won't even cut a piece, just break off a little morsel and feed it to you.

See? That was easy to gulp down wasn't it? I bet you can eat another little piece like that.

And another.

And another.

Come on now, be a good pet and finish the last piece, you're so close now. It would be a shame to leave such a little bit left over. There you go, slump back gorgeous and feel your gut spread. You did so good for me.

The paycheck is huge - and so is the box of snacks when it arrives. They're branded as 'power bars', delicious calorie dense blocks in sweet, rich dessert flavours. Designed to be enjoyed at your desk while you focus on editing it gaming or anything else. Perfect.

The streamer opens the box live, shows off all the flavours, samples each one. A salted caramel cheesecake bar is particularly delicious, as is a nutty chocolate brownie. Their favourite, as they tell the audience, is a lemon meringue pie bar that tastes exactly like the real thing.

The streamer starts wrapping up, when a ping from their manager pops up on screen asking what they're doing. Didn't they read the contract?

The streamer hastily pulls up the pdf and scans the terms of the agreement. Their stomach sinks when they realise. To get paid, they don't just need to try each flavour, they need to eat the entire box, to prove to the audience how irresistibly delicious each bar is.

Not only will they not get paid if they don't, there's a huge fine for breach of contract. Theyve got no choice but to keep going.

The streamer tries to play it off, to not show that they've lost control of the stream. They keep peeling back wrappers and pushing bars into the mouth, joking between mouthfuls about how they're just too good to stop.

And the truth is, the bars are too good. The more the streamer eats, the easier it feels to grab another bar and rip it open, despite the growing pressure in their belly.

Each bar sits in their stomach like the dessert that inspired it, but the process of grab, peel, push into their slackened, unresisting mouth feels soothing, hypnotic.

As they reach the end of the box they're barely talking, just breathing heavily under the weight of the dense mass of food they're slowly digesting, pushing them back into their gaming chair and pinning them down.

Their chat are having a great time, teasing their icon for how easily they've lost control, how many thousands of calories they've eaten. The streamer doesn't care. When they finally finish the box, their fingers scratching against the empty cardboard for one bar they might just have missed, they give out a little moan of displeasure.

Fantasising about a friend inviting me round to his place. He's... Fine. Clearly a bit awkward. Jokes about all the porn he watches. Wears shirts he outgrew a few XL combo meals ago.

But he wants to show me a new VR game, and I am curious. When I get to his place he takes me to his room, and I can't help but notice the piles of wrappers littered around. Fast food bags, snacks, no wonder he's been getting so tubby lately.

He boots up his PC and hands me his VR headset to try on. It fits snugly, the ear pieces muffling any outside sound.

There's a moment of darkness, and then the 'game' loads. A complicated, weaving spiral shape fills my vision, and a low melodic hum blasts out of the headset, drowning out my thoughts.

For a moment I'm confused, in fact I go to pull the headset off, but my arms feel so heavy. Floppy. Weak. And anyway, the spiral looks cool. It feels... It feels good. I can't remember what I was worried about, in fact. I love watching this spiral.

The pulsing sound takes on a new dimension, and I can make our whispering voices, just beyond the edge of hearing. Only snatches of words are audible over the hum.

'Serve.'

'Worship.'

'Obey.'

Stopping at every bakery that catches your eye to get you a little something sweet.

Bringing you a comforting coffee in the morning, and maybe another as a pick me up in the afternoon.

Fixing you a hefty plate of cheese, crackers and grapes when you finish work to keep your strength up.

Pouring that second glass of wine at dinner, and topping it up for you.

Cutting you an extra- large slice of cake afterwards, then encouraging you to finish mine.