CW: intox and force feeding
You whine as I pat your belly softly. You felt it groan in protest from the touch, so full and turgid that even your old faded stretchmarks were red. You were pinned by your gut. Pounds of food and a hard ball of lard hanging from your middle totally immobilized your overfed body. But you didn’t feel still, as the whole world kept spinning.
As soon as you opened your mouth to speak you felt my fingers pressing another mouthful past your lips. You whimpered, so stoned and overstimulated that the taste barely registered. You forgot what I was feeding you, but knowing me it was something fattening.
“Stop…please…too f-full!”
You feebly rubbed your belly, fighting the urge to let out all noises of pleasure in your mind as I massaged your nipples. They’d been getting more sensitive as you got fatter. God you were so much fatter than before you met me. Before I turned you into my toy…
“No baby, you aren’t. Cause there’s no such thing as too fat.”
You felt something brush your lips. You whined, assuming it was more food. But you realized it was just another blunt. You obediently took another hit as I continued.
“You’re getting huge, but you have to keep growing. I want you to get bigger, so you’re going to. You’re my toy now, and I say when you’re done.”
I pulled the blunt out of your mouth and immediately replaced it with more food. This time it was something sweet, but you couldn’t tell at this point. Still, you chewed. As you were told.
You completely lost track of how many hits and how much food ended up inside you. But in your stupor, one simple thought entered your mind.
I wasn’t ever going to let you stop getting fatter.
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