Chapter 2 - mine to do with as i please

You have fallen for my trap. I have seduced you into a fantasyland of being stoned and being stuffed. In the haze of pot smoke, you sometimes get a glimpse of where this is all leading - toward your becoming a blimping babe!

I have tempted you and seduced you into gluttony. I am a charmer of chubby girls like you.

I am royalty to you - like an erotic emperor! You have no choice but to obey me. My body is pungent with sensuality, and you cannot stop yourself - or your appetites!

All you want is to adore me. And worship me. And obey me. You see that I deserve nothing less than total control.

You shall beg me:

"Fatten me, then humiliate me! Call me your piglet, your hog! Your fatty! I am yours, here for the taking!"

I will make you into my servant, my sex slave. You will lick chocolate from my boots and from my feet.

You will worship at my feet, at the feet of hedonism. I will be your true religion - your god and goddess forever. My strong muscular thighs are named Erotica and Voluptua. Worship them, and grow fat between them. And where those thighs come together, you shall feast, eating hungrily, as if you can never get enough, nibbling, sucking, licking your godhead - gobbling up all of me at the apex of my thighs.

In your stoned stupor, you will grow so hungry. I will squirt whipped cream and warm chocolate sauce upon me. You will lick and nibble and gobble it all up. You will suck and gently bite at my inner thighs, oh so tasty my body is to you.

I am delicious, like the finest food ever made, and you will savor every drop of me, every bite of my firm flesh. You will pig out on me. Gently chew my inner thighs where they are little soft. I am delicious.

Fill yourself with my love juices, with chocolate and whipped cream, let your belly bloat out round and firm.

And even when you think you cannot possibly hold one more bite, I am not done with you, oh no, I am not. I will not let you stop. Even now, when you are bloat-bellied and ready to pop. I have prepared a feast in excess of what you find between my thighs. I lead you by your leash to your table and chair, like leading a pig to trough.

Your eyes bulge at the sight, they pop out round and full, just like your belly. Your eyes twinkle at so much lasagna, all manner of fattening cheeses and sauces, and garlic breads, enough to make the table groan and you moan. And a dessert cart loaded with cheesecakes and chocolate pies and cakes.

You salivate. You are so hungry now. Hungry for pasta and hungry for me.

I make your appetite grow bigger by the day. And you satisfy it by the night. Oh, you want nothing more than to be with me. Your need for me grows each day. You will become dependent on me for everything - very soon.

I will make you my pet, my fat pet piggy. I will pat your belly and play with you. You crave my loving attention. As you become devoted to me, I will become devoted to you. Not that we will be equals. I will always be above you, in charge of you and every aspect of your life.

You shall be mine to do with as I please, to give you my love in increasing portions as you crave more and more of it.

You will grow chubby, then plump, then downright fat on my love. I will light fires in your soul which can never be doused. Fires between your legs and on your tongue's tastebuds. Burning desires whichcan never be satisfied.

And you will be happy. And so will I. I am a fattening demonic spirit who has put a spell on you. You can think of nothing but me. You can no longer rest. You need me now to talk with you. To encourage you. To feed and fatten you. To humiliate you. To rub your distended belly. To treat you so bad - and so good - all at the same time!