#tfa rambles

“Can I open them yet?” The voice of his Mistress sent a shiver down his spine as he sat and tried to pull the shorts down just a bit further as they hugged his thighs. She was stood not too far in front of him, one hand covering her eyes, the other dug in the roll on her hip as she seemed to get impatient at having to wait so long for her puppy’s surprise. He loved having her tower over him like this. Admittedly, side by side there wasn’t much difference in their height - in fact, he had the upper hand on that front. But that did not matter when he was down on all fours for her.

Playing about with the positioning of the photo, he ultimately decided to hold the photo in his hands as he took a breath to try and settle his nerves. She made him so nervous - sometimes the sweet butterflies-in-your-stomach kinda nerves, other times the genuine fear-for-your-life kinda nerves you would most expect prey to feel in the presence of their predator, but that’s exactly what got him off the most.

“Okay, you can open them now.” He tried to not let it show that his hands were shaking as he pressed the photo into his lap as her hand dropped and her eyes zoned in on her puppy sat beneath her. Eyebrow raised, she snatched the photo from his hands which caused the puppy to bite his lip. Her eyes scanned the photo - undeniably the picture depicted a much younger version of her puppy, donned in a pair of yellow and white checkered shorts. She doesn’t seem to recognise the shorts from his usual wardrobe, so that definitely dates the photo. And in the photo, her puppy too is visually different. Not thin by any means, she can’t be blamed for everything! But definitely not packing the heat he’d piled on since their perverted partnership. Barely an inkling of a roll starting to form at the waist as his hand in the photo seemed to cautiously lay atop the fat laying there. Their tummy just lightly covering the waist band, and the softening of the jawline just about evident.

“So, what’s this photo about puppy? Feeling nostalg—“ She hadn’t managed to finish her sentence as she finally got a look at her puppy, and the pieces started to fall into place. There her puppy was sat, donned in the same yellow and white checkered shorts. Only now, the tie for the waist band was almost completely hidden by the overhang of his gut that had clear evidence of being rather well-fed between the time of the photo and now. The once much looser shorts now fitting much more comfortably as there was much less give in the fabric, most of it clinging to the tops of his fleshed out thighs. The puppy felt his cheeks start to burn red as he felt the eyes of his Mistress stare down at his soft gut, taking in the shape and size of his body, her eyes flicking back between the photo and himself.

Not only had the size of his tummy grown, but there were definitely extra inches on his arms and his thighs too. The once soft jawline carried a now clearly defined extra chin. Once visible collarbones now hidden by a soft layer of fat on the surface. Her eyes darted once again, comparing the once cute and small belly button which was now much deeper and squished by all the extra fat on his gut. It was her turn to bite down on her lip, fighting with herself to keep up her composure as she noticed the once smooth sides of his waist in the photo, compared to that of the puppy sat on her bed with a definite crease at each side of his enlarged stomach.

“I found them when I was back home this weekend. I vaguely remembered a picture I’d taken in them, and thought I could put on a nice before and after for you, Mistress,” he couldn’t quite meet her eye as he played with the ends of the shorts in his hands, “or maybe, I should say this is my during? I know your work isn’t finished with me yet.” He teased her at the end, hoping to rile a reaction out of her. Her eyes darted right back to him as she bit down on her lip harder now, fearing she’d draw blood if not for the fact all of it had rushed right down to the mess throbbing in her pants at that moment. “You’d be right with that assumption.” She managed to get out, in a voice so low that it was akin to a growl.

She placed the photo down next to him on the bed, in clear enough view that she could still continue to study and compare as she got a good view of her puppy sat before her.

“Grab your stomach. Play with it. Show me just how much you’ve put on in your desperate attempts to impress me.”

And so it began. He’d got the reaction he wanted. Trying to ignore the shakiness, he brushed it off by grabbing firmly at his stomach and kneading it in a way he knew she found the most gratifying. One hand played with the doughy fat at his sides as the other played around his lower stomach, occasionally digging a thumb into his belly button as he grabbed at his gut.

“You’ve definitely grown some, piggy. Definitely changed compared to that photo. You can feel it, can’t you? How much extra fat makes up your gorging gut now. How much your unadulterated gluttony combined with your pathetic desire to be a good pet for me has irrevocably wreaked havoc on that poor gut of yours.”

Her words sent shivers down his spine and he couldn’t help but let out a whimper as he looked down at his fat gut in his hands. The soft fat was intoxicating. The feel of it was so satisfying and incredibly erotic as he couldn’t help but think about her influence as he played with it. It was true that he not only wanted to get big, he so desperately wanted to get even bigger for her. It didn’t matter what he thought was right, when he thought it was best to stop. If she said carry on, it was bite after agonising bite. In spite of protest, whines, cries that he was beyond full - she got to decide when they were done.

“Your face, your arms, your thighs, but most of all that fat stomach of yours - all evidence of your perverted desire to become so unimaginably big for me, aren’t they, pig? You must’ve put on, what? 30, maybe 35 pounds since that photo?”

“About 40.” He whimpered in response, digging his thumb deep into the crevice of his belly button now as he squirmed on the bed. His Mistress fought hard to fight back a moan at the amount gained as she took a step closer to the bed now.

Hands gripping into his thighs, with minimal effort she shoved her puppy further down the bed so she could position one knee between his pillowy thighs. This caused a gasp out of her puppy, as his hands fell back behind him to keep himself steady.

“Did I say you could stop playing with your belly?” She questioned, ready to raise a hand to bring down harshly atop the exposed flesh. Those nerves rising in him once again, the puppy quickly put his hands on his gut and started to rub once again - making sure to shake and jiggle the fat to put on a good show for his Mistress.

“You were right about my plans for you, by the way. I don’t intend on stopping here. This comparison was incredibly gratifying and erotic for me, so I praise you for knowing me so well. But I don’t think you’re prepared for what I have planned for you, yet.”

She dug her knee in at the utterance of that nerve-wracking yet, and he let out another pathetic whimper, “So… What do you plan to do with me, Mistress?” He asked sheepishly. He believed too that he wasn’t prepared for what she had in store, didn’t mean he wasn’t curious or desperate to hear about it though.

“Well, for starters, you’re barely tipping close to the size I was at my prime, so that’s a good goal for us to begin with,” she said, an evil smirk spreading across her face as she grabbed the fat of her own stomach and squished it against his body, causing a whine to fall from her puppy’s lips, “besides, we both love a good contrast, so it is paramount we make you even *bigger*.” This caused a moan to fall from her puppy’s lips as he grabbed deep at his stomach now.

“I mean. It is pathetic how badly I can tell you want it. Every time I catch you staring at my body with not just lust, but a sense of longing. I can tell you want to be big like me. But not just as big as me, even wider. You want to be such a fat fucking pig for me, overstuffed gut constantly bloated and weighed down by your own layers of lard you’ve packed on. It feels shameful to desire such a level of hedonism and gluttony, but deep down - I know it’s what you crave, right piggy? To gain pounds upon pounds, feel yourself grow larger and wider, taking up so much space your fat and size is inescapable.”

Her knee was grinding in circles now, and her poor puppy was holding back tears from how turned on he felt. He knew he’d get a rise out of her, but never anticipated it’d flick this sort of switch off in her.

“Well, you wanna know what I want, pig?” Her knee dug in closer and started to grind deeper now, “First of all, these pretty shorts of yours?” She pushed him back onto the bed and he collapsed in a writhing and whimpering pile. With one hand, she dug for the waist band of the shorts under his stomach and pulled them back to get a good look at the red marks imposed on the skin from how tight they were, “I need these to barely get over the fat caking your thighs. I want to stuff you so huge, they start to tear at the seams the next time you attempt to put them on. I want the tie to become non existent, lost in the fabric as it has to expand that far to fit around your distended gut.”

The image she was forming was causing him to become light headed with how desperately he needed it. Admittedly, not only because of how much she wanted it - but because, truly, he craved it too. He wanted so badly to surpass her, to grow even bigger and fatter in a form of devotion to her. Every pound of fat and lard an offering of his adoration for her glory and power over him. Each roll, every stretch mark, the extra chins - all telling of how much he worshipped her every beck and call like the obedient pet he was for her.

“It’s honestly kind of disgusting the lengths you’d go just to satisfy me, piggy,” she smirked down at him, and finally he felt her hands on him and it felt like fireworks went off at her touch, “how much you’d debase yourself and lose yourself in fat and lard. How, deep down I know you crave nothing more than to become my obscenely obese plaything? You’d never actually admit to it, but I know it’s true. I can feel it deep in there. Secretly you want to gain so, so much more. So much more people can’t ignore it anymore. Can’t chalk it up to happy relationship weight, or maybe the normal weight you’d see start to creep up on you when your metabolism slows down. No. I know that deep, deep down that there’s that depraved part of you that wants to become unrecognisable in your devotion to me. Drowning in layers of extra fat, so fat all you can do is get your face stuffed and your fat fucked silly by your Mistress, day in, day out. Because that’s all you’re good for, isn’t it, pet? Being my prized fat hog, no longer just some silly piglet showing off how his shorts are a tad tighter. I want, no, I need you to outgrow not just these shorts, but all the clothes you own. Make you embarrassed by all the clothes you burst out of, and tease you for how fucking worked up it makes you each and every time.”

He was completely gone at this point. Any semblance of coherent thought had left as he delved deeper into the fantasy she was painting in his precious head. Whimpering and writhing beneath her touch, he didn’t even comprehend how badly he was grinding up against her knee at this point - lost so deep in a trance that he hadn’t even noticed she wasn’t moving anymore, all the motion was coming from his desperation. Pleas fell from his mouth as he begged with her to force him to come over this. He wanted nothing more than to succumb to the depravity of his desires.

“Tell me you’ll do it,” she grabbed his face and forced him to look up at her now, the grip rousing him just enough to pay attention to her words, “Tell me you’ll actually do it. Become as fat as I crave, break not just these shorts but also your mind as you become my own personal fat fuck toy. Say you’ll be mine.”

“I’m yours, Mistress! All yours, every bit. Please, you can do what you like to me, anything at all. Make me so fat, Mistress. So fucking fat.” He just about managed to get the words out as he continued to hump her knee, trying to press his stomach up against hers.

Ravin felt a ripple of excitement and nerves run down his spine at her tone. She didn’t care. She wanted to see him suffer, to push him to the absolute limit, to explode out of all of the clothes he owned. She wanted to see him grow, and grow fat he did. He had already put on a healthy 25 lbs since they started their stuffing sessions. She had been a bit more timid at first, so sweet and soft and kind. Never wanting to push too far, fearing he would run out on her and her perverted desires to fatten him. But as they had grown closer and opened up more about their wants and Ravin had assured her plenty that he wanted this too, it was like a switch had flipped in Nova’s head. Now she never held herself and her desires back. She would turn Ravin into a fat piggy, and Ravin would squeal for her in delight as his stomach was stuffed with treat after treat.

“I can’t fit a single bite more, Mistress.” Ravin pleaded, struggling in the restraints as Nova returned to face him. Nova picked up the next slice of the cake she had made - a two tiered rich chocolate cake, sandwiched together with a buttery chocolate frosting and topped with a creamy chocolate ganache glaze. She licked up some of the ganache that got on her hand and shook her head as she looked him up and down, her eyes finally resting on his gut that was straining against the belt of his jeans, “No no, I am sure there is still some space left yet, piggy.”

She dug her pointer finger under the belt and pulled it back and let it snap back on his tight gut, which caused a moan to slip out of Ravin’s mouth, “See? Still plenty of space yet. This belt is still holding up!” Propping a knee on the bed between his legs, a gasp left Ravin’s lips as Nova began to grind against him. Warmth filled his stomach as he felt his clit twitch and he blushed at how wet he could feel he was in his boxers. Nova just smirked, and pushed the slice of cake between his lips that were still agape.

Ravin shut his eyes as he forced himself to swallow. He was so full it was a challenge to get it all down. He had to give it to Nova, it tasted amazing. He knew she never skipped out on adding the tastiest additions, which also subsequently made it as fattening as possible. Dark brown sugar, browned butter, extra chocolate on top of the cocoa powder to make it as rich as possible. Even the frosting and the ganache used full fat creams - no expense was spared to ensure he packed on those extra pounds. And pack on the pounds he did - he had already popped the buttons off one of his older shirts much to Nova’s delight. He feared he would end up in a similar predicament tonight.

Nova picked up another slice as Ravin was still struggling to get his last bite down. She pressed her knee and started to circle it against his crotch. Squirming in his restraints, his lips still wouldn’t budge. This seemed to displease Nova as she tutted at him and placed the cake back down on the plate and she licked her fingers. She didn’t want to get the paddle dirty. Unclipping the carabiner from her harness, she held it in one hand and tapped it in the other, “You know what happens to naughty puppies, right?”. Ravin stared with fear and excitement at the paddle and then up at his Mistress. She was so hot when she got mad like this. It didn’t happen often - he couldn’t help but be a good dog for her. But when it came to stuffings, she really pushed his limits. It was hot and tantalising and made a dangerous side come out from Nova - something more devious and primal and irresistible. Ravin shook his head at her, trying to get a rise out of her.

And rise it did.

The paddle came down hard and fast. Pain seared against the flesh of his thigh beneath his jeans. He let out a loud cry as it made contact with the skin, and winced through the sting. Nova let the paddle rest on his tight stomach as she reached to grab the next slice now his mouth was open. Before he could begin to resist, the cake slipped past his lips and he was eating it up like a good pup once again. Groaning and grunting in the swallows, Nova rewarded him by grinding up against his cunt with her knee - careful and intentional circular motions to stimulate and tease him. She made him lick her fingers clean of the chocolate frosting and then dragged her nails against his chest, leaving scratches against the taut skin of his belly, and down to his belt that was starting to feel considerably tighter than it did just an hour ago.

“I think once we get these off,” she carefully unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of the loops, tossing it to the floor of their bedroom, “you’ll find plenty more space to fit the rest of this cake I made for you.” Her fingers then moved to the zipper, popping off the already straining top button and pulling the zipper down as her other hand began to caress his thigh. Shivers ran down his spine and went directly to his clit - he was dying for a smidge of any attention from her touch. The sensation of his engorged gut made him feel so horny and worked up that he was leaving quite a mess in his boxers, which got quite the reaction out of Nova who giggled at how desperate he looked. With a bit of shuffling, which was a struggle with how heavy Ravin’s stomach was from being forced to eat two thirds of the cake, they managed to get the jeans off and onto the floor. Nova bit her lip as she got a good view of just how worked up she had made him. Pressing her thumb against the wetness in his boxers, Nova bit her lip as Ravin let out the most pathetic whine.

She started with swiping up and down, getting a good feel of the mess he had made just for her. It made her feel powerful and gave her such a rush. Struggling against the urge to tear his boxers off and eat him out there and then; she knew it would taste so much better after he finished his dessert, then she could have hers. Showing some restraint, she instead started moving her palm in circular motions around his clit through his soaked boxers. With all the effort he could muster, Ravin tried to grind closer to Nova, trying desperately to get more contact with her on his throbbing clit. He was so needy for her - he wanted it so badly, more than anything. Nova giggled, and pulled her hand away from the mess at his boxers to slap his thigh, “Did I give you permission to grind against my hand, puppy?”. Ravin pouted, and rolled his hips, grinding into the air like he was in heat, “No… but I need you so bad Mistress.”

Nova picked the paddle up again, and before Ravin could react he felt the sharp sting against his left thigh. His mouth fell open as he let out a pathetic whine and tears pricked in his eyes from the pain. Nova rubbed her hand against the mark, easing out the pain with one hand as she raised the paddle with her other hand and brought it down against his right thigh. Another cry left Ravin’s mouth as the pain sent shivers running down the length of his body. The restraints clinked against one another behind his back as he protested the pain. Nova only smirked at his discomfort, putting the paddle down on the bed so she could take both hands and cup his bloated belly in both hands. “You’re so handsome like this baby,” she smiled so innocently up at him, “so round and splendid! You take it so well. I think we can try finish my lovely cake now, piggy.”

Rivan was busy reeling and panting from the pain when he felt the taste of chocolate reach his lips once again. Nova began pushing another slice between them whilst he was preoccupied with the sensations caused by the paddle that he didn’t have time to say no. It felt like it took him forever to chew it down as Nova coaxed him by rubbing his stomach, massaging and rubbing in all the right spots. Finally managing to swallow, it did taste fucking incredible, and it did feel amazing - he felt as if he was becoming addicted to the feeling of being stuffed so full to the brim. It moved past being uncomfortable now and instead just made him feel so worked up.

There was only one slice left, and Nova had moved her hand down from his stomach, tracing his happy trail with her nails as she began to play with the waist band of his boxers. This caused Ravin to whine and the restraints clinked again as he tried to grind his hips into her touch. Rather than punish him for his desperation, Nova took the opportunity of his mouth open from whining like a dog to shove the last slice of cake down his gob. Ravin yelped as his mouth was suddenly full with cake once again and he felt like he would choke if he wasn’t careful - he had no choice but to swallow like a good pet. The feeling of one hand on his bloated belly and the other on his crotch as he felt so overwhelmingly full caused tears to well at his eyes. It felt so immense as he took the final swallow and began to pant as he fell back on his restraints - no energy left to keep himself up anymore.

Nova moved to straddle one of his pillowy thighs and began to massage Ravin’s stomach. Ravin would get his reward for being such a good piggy, and Nova would get her reward too. Nova moved her hand in circles, aiding the digestion of such a large stuffing. She had to admit, she was impressed he managed to get all of that cake down. It was no easy feat, but she knew Ravin was eager to impress her and show off for her. And impress her he did. His stomach was so taut, so wide, and so round. She reached down and began to kiss lovingly at his stomach. She grabbed at the fat on his hips and thighs as she started to get more desperate and Ravin began to whine in between pants.

Climbing off his thigh, Nova positioned herself neatly between his thighs and started using her tongue to trace his happy trail down to his bush. Her nails dug into the pillowy flesh on his thighs and Ravin’s whines started to turn into moans. With a force strong enough to leave bruises, Nova dug her nails into the soft fat of his thighs as she ran her tongue further down and began to mouth his crotch through the fabric. It was all getting too extreme for Ravin, the overwhelming strain of his gut combined with the pain in his thighs from the paddle and Nova’s nails and the tease of her mouth, “Please,” Ravin begged to her, “please Mistress, please use your tongue on me. I’ve been such a good puppy.” Nova smirked into his bush as she gave his thighs a squeeze and quickly whipped off his boxers which she swiftly discarded on the floor. Then, using her fingers to part his dripping lips, she smacked her own lips as she now prepared for her personal feast.

It was like fireworks went off as Ravin threw his head back and let out a loud groan. He was too exhausted from the evening’s events to even try rut into her mouth, but he didn’t need to. Nova always attempted to try and savour this moment: the thought was there to build it up slow with gentle tounging and a light touch. But she always got ahead of herself with a level of gluttonous greed for her handsome puppy. It just felt so good, tongue flicking with such ferocity at his clit whilst Ravin fought against the restraints and thrashed in the bed at how good Nova made him feel. Bobbing her head up and down as if her life depended on it - in a way it almost did.

After whimpering and gasping, eyes in the back of his head, he felt that all too familiar feeling rise in his stomach. It felt even better when his gut was stuffed so full and his girlfriend was going to town on his clit. One of Nova’s hands reached up, and started massaging at his lower abdomen, making all the sensations even greater. With a loud gasp, Ravin felt it all climax and he could almost cry at the feeling of it crashing over his body. Nova coaxed him through it, slowly lapping at his wetness as he came back down. She brought her other hand up now to start massaging his stomach again as she pulled herself up against him, pressing her skin against his.

Nova didn’t stop touching his stomach as they lay there together, both reeling from the high of another successful session. Gently, Nova kissed along his chest and flicked her tongue against his sensitive neck.

“Nova, sweetie, would you mind taking the restraints off? I think my hand has gone numb.” Ravin attempted to try and reposition himself where he was laid on his restraints. “Of course, love - I’m so sorry it completely slipped my mind,” she replied and, with ease, helped him get sat up properly so they could get the cuffs off, “Would you like me to get you something for that poor tummy of yours?” Nova asked as she unclipped the restraints from one another. Ravin nodded as he rolled out his wrists and stretched out his arms. Nova gave him a quick peck on the cheek before heading to the kitchen.