Chapter 2 - force upon me your vision of my bod

I do not find it cruel at all that you wish me to whimper. Others might think so, but seeing me whimpering and begging for your touch is what will bring you pleasure. And that is what I am all about - delivering pleasure to you, Mistress. I long for your touch, but my longing does not matter. I will get down on my knees, I will bow before you, I will plead with you for hours, just for the honor of being touched by your fine fingers, rubbed by the palms of your sweet hands - those same hands which lovingly feed me. That you find joy in feeding and feeling me is what this is all about.

With every bite of food you give me, I will become more and more aroused. I will sweat and shiver with longing for you. I will shake, and my fat will quiver with desires. But my desires matter not. That you wish me to be in this shape - round and aroused - is all that matters to me. My desire is only to fulfill your wishes and bring your fantasies to life.

You want me to want you, and I do. But I know to wait for you. You make the moves. I may beg and plead for you, but you are the only one I adore. I await whatever pain or pleasure you wish to bring to me. I submit to your desires. I may crave your touch, but I know to be patient, that what you wish to do and when you wish to do it is paramount.

I submit to you, and you bind me beneath you, tied to the bed. I give up my freedom, my movement, my will for you, Mistress. You tempt me into gluttonies and pleasures unknown to most men. Atop me, you ride in glory, your long legs on each side of my now-huge belly. For now, you bind me with ties, but soon enough, I will bound to this bed with all the fat you will force me to grow - bound by the pain of not being able to sit up or stand - buried beneath hundreds of pounds of fat rolls which you have created upon my body. This is what you want, and I submit to you my freedom to move and any desire I have to leave this bed. Beneath you, I feel your loving body pushing into mine.

You force upon me the pain of overeating, the pain of being so stuffed I can't imagine eating one more thing, and then the pain of eating more and more on top of that. You force upon me your vision for me - a fat round ball of masculinity gone soft, my abs now gone, my muscles now atrophied and buried beneath thick juicy fat. You force me into the emotional pain of knowing that I will never be able to leave - that the smallest attempt to leave you will only bring more pain to me. My body will ache and shiver in pain from gaining all the weight of your fantasies. My excesses will visit me as my body grows nearly immobile.

The consequences of all this forced fattening is what you really dream of. You climb atop me again. I am bound and fattened beneath you. Your beautiful curvy body sinks into my fat as you play with my chestnut curls. I submit my all to you. That's all you want, isn't it? It's all I have to give - I surrender my slender muscular body, letting you shape it as you will. I give you my body, my health, my appetites, my soul and my sensual desires - my very life, I give to you.

I'll give you what you want - what you really, really want - all of it.

Only what you wish for me matters now.

The END