Pressure (Patreon)

How does it feel to have your entire body belong to me? I do what I want with you and you lay back and let it happen. You thought the promise of escaping your nine to five life would be so easy? Now take a good look at yourself. You’ve ruined your perfectly fit body to be in a constant state of arousal by being overfed. What a mess you truly are.

You’re too heavy to function normally now without assistance. 

Rolling over.

Standing.

Eating.

Is raising your fat pudgy arm too much work now? That's pathetic and you know it.

It seems as though every single morsel that enters your body is turned straight into lard to weigh you down even more. 

It hurts to walk too far now doesn't it? Your joints have way too much pressure on them; as soon as the weight shifts and you’re on your feet, it's a race to see just how long you can stand without collapsing under your own body mass. Your plump little feet can’t hold you up for much longer and your heart is struggling to pump blood through so much fat.

Becoming immobile is just around the corner and you haven't even thought about attempting to shed any weight. You secretly love to struggle. You’re enamored with my enabling and look forward to being pampered even if the cost in return is high. 

Your freedom. 

Your dignity.

Your life. 

You waste no time guzzling down rich tasty milkshakes and swallowing ridiculous amounts of food throughout the day. Anything I put in front of you disappears and adds to your widened body.

I feed you. You eat. That's the deal. You do nothing more than fatten up for me so I can admire and worship your softened figure. 

But deep down I know this situation will turn into a slow nightmare for you, my well kept pet. 

I have no plans to stop feeding you now. You’ve grown so fat that I simply need to see how much I can push into you. I crave the satisfaction of seeing numbers rise. The scale, the measuring tape, and vitals. Everything needs to go up while you yourself are set to spiral downward. 

I ache for complete control. A sickening obsession to watch you lose your autonomy is driving my fantasy to ruin your body. I want the ultimate climax for both of us. When the scale breaks, the biggest measuring tape runs out, and you can no longer lift a finger, I will have satisfied my urge. 

With your body weak and grotesquely obese I will feed you slowly just to watch our kink relationship implode. All while your body continues to blow up past extreme proportions. I’ll admire my work as you suck more calories and sugar from a long rubber hose, and grunt heavily between every hearty swallow.

That's all you’ll be able to do.