Chapter 2 - fat and orgasmic!

So where does the BDSM come in, you may wonder? Oh, haha, it is there from the start because I will make you into a submissive by initially serving your every desire. I will make you become dependent upon me and thus more pliable to my whims -- even if this whole thing may ultimately harm you in some way.

But there is the twist, is it not? You crave control, you crave a bit of pain with your cheesecake and lasagna. We will play sex games with food. I will "playfully" tie you up and "feed" you, and this will turn you on immensely -- and besides, what's the harm! There's always a safe word, is there not? If things get too far carried away, surely you can stop it, go on a diet, exercise and lose that bulging belly.

Haha. You would hope so, wouldn't you?

As you get bigger, you will be concerned about growing fat, and we will play games to stuff you so big that buttons pop off pants, that your shirts rip at the seams. And you will enjoy these games until the reality sets in -- that you are on your way to a very fat future!

You may balk a bit about this, but I will always be there with another delicious dish of fattening foods to tempt you. If you mention the D-word (diet), I will distract you with some mind-blowing sex -- leaving your mind reeling from waves of orgasms until you forget all about --

"Uh, what was that you were saying about you think you've gotten chubby enough, Piggy?" I will ask in a pseudo-concerned voice.

And rocked by explosive pleasures of your body, you will be unable to speak -- or even think clearly. Even my calling you "piggy" and "sexy hog" and "fatty" will seem a bit playful at first. And these names will also come to turn you on once you start associating them with all the pleasures you are receiving -- both that full-full belly pleasure of satiety and sensual pleasures unknown to most humans (Aren't you the lucky one? You will achieve more orgasms and more intense orgasms than any of your friends could ever comprehend!)

And when you do finally put two and two together and realize what I am doing, that this was my plan all along to control you and make you into my soft sexual plaything, then the tying you up will become less playful. By that point, you will be so easy to overpower, your body heavy and so very unfit, your muscles turned to flab, and all your hard work at the gym gone as I have turned you into a soft pliable pleasure-seeking ball.

"Your training is complete, Tubby," I will say one day, and you will see the wicked glint in my eye as you realize that all along it seemed I was serving you, but in reality, I was serving myself, turning you into the greedy gluttonous gut-growing sex slave I always wanted.

By then, the final connection of orgasms and overeating and growing fat will occur. You will come to seek these things, to long for them, to feel you cannot live without them. Your thinking, your brainwaves, your instincts, all these will have been re-wired to make you subservient to me and my desires.

And really, at that point, there will be no difference between my desires and yours. Your desires will have become mine. You will find a painful joy in all that I do to you. I will tie you up then and stuff you mercilessly, calling you all manner of derogatory names -- and though some small part of your mind may hate this, your body will grow to crave it.

And that is how it will be for us.

Forever and ever.

THE END (or just the beginning?)