mmmm thinkling about being a hacker who sees a perfect target while tapping through unsecured webcams one day.
cute, curvy, a small belly peeking out from under her shirt. she doesn't know anyone's watching as she idly snacks on the open bag of chips on her desk. I decide to see how little prodding it takes for her to give in to indulging her every whim.
i start off by subtly influencing her social media feeds. delicious food and porn, side by side and one right after the other. she might notice something seems different, but the porn is welcome considering the selection of toys i had amazon 'misdeliver' to her house have been getting a lot of use.
once she's started associating her newly increased orgasm rate with food, it's time to start upping the portions. she gets her groceries delivered, so it's easy to make a few substitutions and editions. Extra-thick, honey sweetened yoghurt instead of her normal low fat brand. Her favourite diet soda was 'sold out' but luckily she's well stocked in the full sugar version.
she's sure she didn't add these bags of chips to the order, or this box of donuts, but the delivery guy shrugs and says they're free so it would be silly to throw them out.
i make sure the first thing she sees when she turns on her phone in the morning is something to turn her on and something to get her stomach rumbling. hot pancakes, oozing syrup. a plate stacked with greasy bacon and eggs with a mountain of fried potatoes. some upscale bakery showing off their latest cream stuffed pastries.
at this point i'll be tracking every like, every video she lingers on just a bit too long to know exactly what she'll be unable to resist. and it's such a coincidence that a coupon for that exact bakery appeared in her inbox just as she was looking at them. it's such a good deal, and it expires today, so it would be a shame not try all of the ones she's had her eye on.
doubling her order as it comes through is a simple, explainable glitch. still, most of these pastries won't be good tomorrow, so she might as well try all of them, it's not like she has to finish them all.
later that night, as she goes back to the fridge for the fourth time, she scoops the last blob of frosting up with a scrap of pastry and sighs. she's definitely getting a little softer around the middle, but she can't worry about that now - she's just found out she's lost her job by email. she's so lucky though, because later that day she gets offered a spot on a medical weed trial she can't even remember applying for. a few well placed changes on my part and she's getting paid to smoke up every day at home, fresh flower and vape carts carefully delivered every week.
the 'study' pays well, so why shouldn't she get most of her food delivered? she's too stoned to move most of the day anyway, and she has such good luck with ordering in lately, every restaurant seems to be throwing in free extra desserts and appetisers every time she orders.
that night, her large meat feast pizza (already more than she used to order) comes with garlic bread, wings, curly fries, soda and icecream and fist sized tubs of creamy sauces. you try and ask the delivery boy a question but he mumbles something about a promotion, and what, is she going to say no to free food?
as she sits down, she barely notices as i set the youtube on her tv to start a playlist of cute girls trying different fast food places, giggling as they took huge bites of rich, calorific foods.
the strain i picked out for her has already got her hungry and horny, so she flops down on the couch in her sweatpants and t-shirt. this shirt used to be loose on her, but it's definitely stretching tighter across her tits and slightly bulging stomach. she barely notices though, grabbing a slice of pizza and chugging soda straight from the bottle as her already hazy mind gets softer. she doesn't realise she's finishing what should be a meal for a family of four until most of it's gone.
her stomach feels uncomfortably tight, straining against the waistband of her now-tight sweatpants. she pulls the band down and her stomach springs out, angry red marks showing where it had bitten into her soft flesh.
my conditioning has been working, and she doesn't know why, but the feeling of her being so stuffed makes her pussy ache, and she slides a hand into her pants to find herself dripping wet. she starts playing with herself as she finishes the lst slice of pizza, forces a few more fries into her heavy gut. the more she eats, the better her fingers feel on her clit, her flabby brain well trained at this point to associate food with sex, being stuffed full with cumming what was left of her brains out.
she's on the edge now, but she's finished the food and even though her stomach is straining and sensitive she can't make herself finish without something to eat at the same time.
she's lucky she forgot to put the icecream in the freezer. she pulls the melted tub towards herself, too pinned under the weight of her bloated stomach to even lean over for it. the thick mix of cream, sugar, chocolate and caramel pour down her throat as she slowly begins to chug the mixture. her free hand is back between her legs, frantically fucking her needy pussy as her belly stretches beyond what she thought she handle. as the last of the icecream drips down her throat she cums, harder than she thinks she's ever come before.
she slumps back, too happy to care that she's surrounded by greasy pizza boxes and that there's melted icream smeared across her tits.
watching through her webcam, i'm already planning all the fun deliveries she's going to be getting in the next fes days.
I've been feeling pulled back toward softer feedism lately.
"I baked this for you," feedism. "I saw they had your favorite," feedism. "Do you want seconds?" feedism. "Let's spend the night in, I'll order," feedism.
"You'll be more comfortable with those unbuttoned."
"The gym will still be there tomorow."
"Your body will always be the perfect size for me."
"I just want to know you're satisfied."
"I know a perfect form of cardio for you."
"Just one more bite, so I know you really enjoyed it."
"Yes, I'll help you up."
Gentle. Loving. Devious.
I just want to make someone dinner. And dessert. And bring them snacks while they work. Day after day. Increase their portions. Step up their meal schedule. Leave little, irresistible treats where they're bound to notice them. Surreptitiously size up their clothing so they don't have to confront their gain. Soothe their worries with kisses and distract them from their plans to lose weight (with everything that comes after kisses.)
getting fatter will fix you actually. you should get fatter. eat more and get fatter. softer. gaining weight is good. gaining weight feels good. it looks good, too. especially on you. you look so happy when you eat something delicious, have some more! think about how you really feel when your belly is full, how your body feels, the satisfaction. relax into the couch and feel your softness. get fatter. you deserve this š
taking a pretty femme out to dinner, buying us a bottle of champagne to drink together. holding back on my indulgences, taking slow and steady sips and encouraging her to drink more. praising her as she downs glass after glass.
slipping in an āatta girl, look at you. you arenāt even phased,ā as she downs her fourth. watching as her cheeks flush red, skin practically bubbling with want as alcohol finds its way down to her cunt. sliding my hands underneath her dress, caressing places sheād be too embarrassed to let me touch in public if she was sober.
maybe iād take her to the bathroom before dinner even rolled around, counting down the minutes that iād have to make her cum before our food was expected to reach our table. maybe, iād fuck her right there. pull her panties to the side and indulge myself exactly how iāve wanted to the whole day.
iād fuck my fingers into her when she was least expecting it, take advantage of my pretty girl when she was all empty headed and needy, have her so tipsy that the only thing her mind can focus on is one thing:
getting really high and gently being handed snacks every five minutes, and then going out to eat and wondering why iām so incredibly stuffed but still munchin away happy and dazed... the dream
I really want you to get me high without telling me. Like, casually handing me a handful of gummies, with no indication that one of them is an edible. Or telling me that "so and so" brought in brownies and you grabbed one for me. And I just happily eat it, not thinking at all.
Now if its just us, once it starts kicking in, and I start saying I feel funny, etc, you just tell me that its okay, you just decided to drug me. Because you own me, and you know best, and your going to take care of me while I'm a mindless little doll for mommy. And if I get scared, you just haul me onto your lap and hush me, tell me to be good and let it happen. Maybe distract me, while your at it. And then, yeah, just taking advantage of me.
get me tipsy and i'll be so easily convinced that it's a good idea to drink an entire box of cake mix blended with heavy cream and milk. get me drunk and i'll let you pour it down my throat. when my stomach starts to strain and i realize it was a bad idea i'll try to push it away but you're stronger and sober and you hold my face still while you force me to chug the rest, and i'm too gone to put up much of a fight
the best kind of stuffed belly is the one when you arenāt even planning to get stuffed, you just happened to eat and eat that day, then suddenly see yourself in a mirror and realise you look huge. you donāt even feel stuffed, so why not make yourself even bigger? those days always end with you flat on your bed rubbing a massive round belly
It's been said to death but I'll always appreciate the ways feedism gives you permission to simply enjoy food without guilt. If you can't tell, I love cooking, and before deciding to get into feedism for myself I always felt like I was doing something wrong no matter what. Either I use uNhEaLtHy ingredients and enjoy the meal fully, or skimp out and swap the good stuff for "skinny" stuff to keep from gaining weight, at the cost of a sadder meal.
Now I cook with whole milk or heavy cream instead of sad, substanceless skim milk because it actually tastes good and I'm done wasting time worrying about my body. I don't wring my hands over dessert; I eat as much as I like and stop when I'm done, not when I've hit an arbitrary calorie ceiling. As long as it won't hurt me or make me sick, I eat until I'm satisfied. Food tastes better without nagging bullshit about "getting too big" at the front of my mind, because enjoying myself and getting fat means I'm doing it right.
every time I eat a sugary treat people should be allowed to grab my belly and tell me I should probably cut back while also offering me a second or perhaps third sugary treat. for no particular reason
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