You are bound up. Tied to a chair. Shivering with anticipation. Waiting for it to start.
You can smell it. Fattening delicious treats are just waiting to be forced into your mouth. Youāre squirming in your seat at the thought of it when the question is asked.
āAre you ready to be stuffed full little fatty?ā
You nod and as soon as you do a slice of pizza is put to your lips and you begin eating it readily. Itās drenched in grease and tastes so good.
You have to time to savor it however as it just keeps coming. You quickly snap out of any reverie you were in and keep chewing.
No sooner do you finish the first piece than a second one is at your lips. As you begin eating the second you notice that crumbs and grease are already starting to fall and drip from your chin.
Slice after slice is placed in your mouth as grease and crumbs begin falling onto your shirt. You eat them each with gusto, not wanting to disappoint yourself or your feeder.
After what must have been a dozen slices there is a pause. You can feel pressure in your stomach but you are by no means stuffed. Youāre not even full.
A soda bottle is pressed into your mouth. You splutter and cough with surprise, sending some of the liquid spilling onto your already food stained clothes.
You take great gulps of sweet soda, taking breaths where you can. You can feel pressure starting to build in your stomach as the bottle becomes less and less full.
Finally the bottle is taken away. You try to take a deeper breath through your mouth but as soon as itās open a slice of pizza is jammed into it. You chew it hurriedly.
Your feeder alternates like this for some time. Stuffing your mouth with greasy fatty pizza and then making you wash it down with calorie laden soda. All the while you can feel your stomach growing and growing. Going from empty to full, from soft to taught under this inexorable tide of food. You even think you hear the chair starting to creak under you.
At last the feeding slows and stops. You catch your breath and take a moment to assess the damage.
You feel uncomfortably full now. Your shirt is now stained with the remains of your indulgences and rides up on your newly rounded belly. You feel lethargic and awkward as even the limited motion of shuffling in your chair is hampered by your newfound weight.
The binds on your hands and legs are released. Slowly you attempt to rise from your chair.
You make it a few steps before giving up and plopping down on the floor. Beads of sweat from exertion and discomfort drip from you as you curl around your burden of a belly.
āYouāve done very well piggy.ā Says your feeder.
āThis was a taste of whatās to come. Iāll give you some time to rest before we move on to our next session.ā
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