I dreamt about How easily I could turn you into my soft, spoiled, helpless little obsession. Slipping a little something extra into your breakfast, just enough appetite stimulant to leave you squirming all day, aching and empty no matter how much you try to satisfy yourself. That hunger crawling under your skin, gnawing at you, making you desperate for more.
While I’m gone, I keep you exactly where I want you — plugged up with your favorite toy, strapped in tight, under my control even from miles away. Every so often, I’ll flick it on, edge you until you’re trembling and leaking, stuffed full and still begging silently for release. You won’t get it. Not yet. Not until you’ve earned it.
And you will earn it. Because I’m sending food to you all day — deliveries one after another, all your favorites, more than you think you can take. I want you obedient, sitting there pretty and needy, pushing bite after bite down your throat just like I told you. I want you squirming not just from how full you’re getting, but from how swollen and desperate your poor, neglected body feels with that toy humming between your legs.
By the time I come home, you’ll already be wrecked. Bloated, aching, needy. But I’m not done. I bring dinner for two, knowing full well it’s all for you. I sit you down, stroke your cheek, kiss your forehead while I make you keep going. Course after course, pushing you further past your limits than you thought possible. Telling you how proud I am, how good you’re being for me, how beautiful you look — so heavy, so stuffed, so desperate to please.
And dessert? That’s for my amusement. Feeding you slow, sticky bites while you whimper and gasp, belly swollen, thighs clenched, overstimulated and on the verge of tears. I won’t let you cum until you’ve finished everything. Until you’re so full you can’t move, so worked up you can’t think. Until you’re crying for it, wrecked and ruined in the best way, stuffed and trembling just the way I love you.
Then — only then — will I finally let you fall apart for me. Slow, deep, overwhelming. My hand stroking your swollen belly while you moan and shake through it, knowing you’ve pleased me, knowing you’ve made yourself everything I want.
