i wanna start off being fed my favorite treats real nice n gentle until im comfortably full. then a little bit more. then a little more. then it’s too much. i ask for a break but i’m not granted it. in fact, halfway through a pathetic little plea my face is grabbed and something is shoved down my throat. its thick, rich, a little sweet. i can’t even tell what it is exactly, i just swallow it, choking a little on fingers. these fingers hold my mouth open while im forced to eat more of that sweet and rich thickness until i’m too heavy to squirm and too taut and round to hold myself up. i just chew. i just swallow. i just take it. completely melt into the plaything i am forced to become. the former gentleness of my meal twisted into a desperate attempt to hurt in the way i crave so wholly. to eat so much that when my belly is groped and clawed at and wobbled and slapped i can feel my whole body ache and sting. pitifully whimpering for another bite in the hopes that this one will stretch my stomach enough to need to be ripped into with the same hands that had waited so so nicely for me to swallow before another bite