Submission and domination

[quote]karenjenk:
Dark Fantasy� I�ve been kind of lurking and talking with people on this site. Most are really nice and fun. IRL I had a dark side and I�m submissive. Words do it w ay more for me than photos or talking. If I can read it then I can be there and feel it. I work with numbers a lot so stats and numbers do it for me. Here is one of my fantasies�or as much as I�ll tell.

I would like someone to blackmail me into gaining.
Maybe I cheated on a test and the other person found out or caught me shoplifting or just doing something that would get me in huge trouble so I would be willing to do anything to keep them from telling. Maybe I need to keep my reputation good to keep a scholarship for college.

It goes like this... lots of details left out of course:

One day I get an email with a video attached and watch it and its me and I�m stuffing jewelry and perfume in my purse and pockets as I walk around a store. I, of course, beg and beg them to not turn me in and they begin to give me instructions on what and how much to eat.
I only gain a pound a month. (in real life I am having zero luck gaining) After 6 months or so this increases to about 1.5 lbs a month so in my freshman year my gain would be a modest 15 lbs.

They use the video as leverage to get me to send nude photos of myself and in turn use these to made me do more� heaping the amount of control they have over me.

After a year or so I start gaining 2 pounds a month and then 2.5. It becomes easier to gain as I�m always nervous and anxious about what they could do and I have to have the scholarship to finish my degree. By the end of my sophomore year I have gain 12lbs in 6 months and then the second half of the year another 18 lbs. I�m miserable because I�m not allowed to go to the gym or workout and they give me all these goals of what to eat and drink.

Six month gaining intervals below�.
So freshman year : 6 lbs and then 9 = 15
Junior year = 12 and then 18 = 30

So I start my junior year 45lbs heavier than when I started college.
125 lbs and adding 45 more�. = 170.

Junior year they make me send a daily photo standing in the same place wearing the same outfit. Side view and front view. Head to toe. Several times a week a box gets delivered to my door and I have to eat everything in the box and show gains or they send me more threats. I am to have a candybar with me at all times and have regular and frequent eating goals. Not to stuff� not while I go to classes and stuff. just something with a lot of calories on hand and I have to be eating anytime I�m with people� like a study group.

Junior year - - I cant tell anyone whats happening and my best friends are concerned and worried. I�m told to convince them that I�m a nervous eater and the carbs make me feel calmer� when actually the opposite is true. Soooo in addition the the fattening food that is delivered�. My friends rally around me to help me keep my 4.0 and right before any test or an all night study group they make sure that there is plenty of food around. Cake, Ice cream, snickers, frozen uncooked brownie mix. You see they really need me in the study group because I�m tutoring them to get them through with their degrees too. The hardest part is pretending to be happy that they bring me more food. They even encourage me when there is just a little brownie batter left or a few cookies�

Junior year by the time Halloween comes around and I�ve gained 3 lbs both months and between then and Christmas break�..4 pounds a month� putting my first semester total at 11. Over Christmas break it�s easy to put on 6 more pounds so I start the second semester of my junior year gaining about 25 lbs. 195 lbs�

The gaining ramps up the second semester. My metabolism slows. All I do is read and study. 1 pound a week for the next two months� then the next two 1.5 lbs a week. so 20 more pounds by the end of the semester. 215 lbs.

I come home for my summer job which this year I�m supposed to work in a legal offce� paid intern. Usually interns don�t get paid while in college but with my grades! I�m really excited to do this
BUT

I get an email that has an application for a job at a country buffet for the summer and I�m told to resign my internship.

So for the next 14 weeks of summer i was on my feet all day making me tired and sore so I would go home and lay down and eat what ever I brought back from the restaurant for the first 4 weeks I gained a steady 3 pounds week for the next month 3.5 and the last two weeks nearly 4 pounds a week. bringing my summer total to�. Wow.. 12 + 18 + 8 = 38 lbs�. throw in a few more for some of the binges and birthday parties where I was instructed to take th

Tell us about the dark part.

It's the weekend. She ties me to the bedframe, says, "let's see if you can avoid getting up until Monday". She spends the weekend feeding me. I'm not allowed to leave the bed. For 48 hours I am powerless under the whim of my stomach and her hands.

In the week we go our own ways, living our lives. We meet up next weekend. She ties me down, gives me the same challenge again. Don't get up. I'm happy to obey. She feeds me. I eat.

Every weekend, we meet again. Every weekend, she ties me down, and makes me fatter. Months go by.

In the week, I start to struggle. Getting out of bed is harder. Moving around at work is harder. It gets to the point where every day is a battle against my weight.

On the weekend, she ties me up like she always does, but the bonds are no longer taut. I'm held in place by my own fat. She feeds me, like she always does, and on Monday morning, I can't get up. No matter what I do.

New challenge: don't get up this week, either. Call in sick. It's fine, it's just this once. I spend a week in her bed, loose bonds tied uselessly to my wrists and ankles. i eat, and I eat.

Monday comes, and I can't get up.

New challenge: Don't get up ever again.

We start dating in highschool.
Her and I are about the same height. Relatively short, both skinny and weak.
I can't lift a barbell to save my life.

She gets into sports. I am lazy as hell.
She is always trying to get me to be more active. No way that is happening.
She teases me about getting chubby. I try to brush it under the rug.
I suffer a disease. I am perscribed some pretty agressive medication.
Side effects include: stunted growth, weight gain, gynecomastia.
Over the months, we both notice changes.
She is taller now, taller than I am. She stars developing muscle tone and upper body strength.
My weight is starting to creep up. My appetite is unquenchable. Everything tastes good. Especially carbs and deserts.
She starts scolding me about getting fat. Telling me I have to lose weight. Stop stuffing my face. It doesn't work.
Growth spurt hits her hard. She is growing into a goddess. Perky breasts, long and tall abs of steel. I know she is stronger than I am now but I can't get myself to admit it. She towers above my fat body. Makes fun of my short height, my heavy weight.

Things start getting bad.
My weight is getting out of control. I am too fat for jeans. My knees are telling me I am too heavy. The side effect of the medication kick in. I notice that I am starting to develop full on breasts. My belly is growing, getting heavier, larger. My butt and thighs start ballooning. My underwear is too tight now. My thighs are getting wider, giving me a short, feminine stature. My legs inflate and turn into bags of lard.
We move out together. She starts tormenting me.
She knows I love chocolate. She puts it on the top shelf so I can't reach. I'm too short. I'm too heavy to climb above the counter. My arms are too weak, my body so heavy.
She makes me beg for the chocolate. Her nickname for me is "shorty", "fatty", "bitch tits". She pinches my big ass as I bend over.
Months go by.
She is taller, stronger. An athlete.
She pins me down and keeps me there. I can't fight back. She is incredibly strong compared to me. She humiliates me. She brings home weights she lifts easly. I can't even get them up once. She gives me those little colored weights for women.

My breasts are out of control. My belly has grown so large. My butt is massive, heavy, inflating larger each day.
She brings home a few bras and panties. I refuse to wear them. She pins me down and forces them on me. I cannot escape. My body is my prison. I am so fat, so heavy, every movement is a battle. Her strength is something I have no hope of beating.
She laughs at me " your tits are bigger than mine! You need some support shorty!" My fat tits barely fit into the DD cup. An overflow of fat flesh above them. My huge fat ass, now too fat to fit into chairs with sides, eats up the panties, turns them into thongs.
I can't fit into anything. I am so hopeless.
She grabs a pair of womens tights out of her drawer. She pushes me on my back on the bed. Grabs my feet and starts putting them on me. I try to kick and get free but her arms are too strong for my week legs. I try to get on my stomach, but my massive belly wont let me. I cannot move. It's useless.
She pulls me up on my feet and pulls the tights around my fat, planetary, jiggly massive stripper ass. It barely fits. Even she struggles.
"Your ass is huge doll! You should be in a rap video! Look at that thing. If you could move around enough to poll dance, you'd be the riches poll dancer in town! Nobody would even know you're supposed to be a boy!"
She grabs a stretch womens top and shoves it over my head. My cleavage pops out the collar.
"Oh yeah! There we go! Now we are ready to go out!"
I am mortified. I look at my reflection in the mirror. I am a fat bitch!
I am an obese little girl.
"We are going for a run, fat boy!" She demands. She knows I'm too fat to run. She just wants to torment me.
She grabs me by my hand and pushes me into the car. I can barely fit in the front passenger seat. My massive thigh is on the gear shifter. I'm too fat for the front seat, she can't shift into gear with my massive flesh in the way.
She shoves me into the back like I am cargo. She laughs at me, makes fun of me the whole way. "I can't believe you got too fat for the car! Dear lord, I have to get a pickup truck and haul you in the back like livestock!"
We arrive at the park. She puts her hand on my back and pushes me forward.
"Run bitch tits! Run!" She orders.
I try like hell but best I can do is a slow waddle. I am so embarressed! I can barely walk. My giant tits are bouncing up and down. My belly is hell on my back. My knees are about to give and I've only tried walking a few paces. She bursts out into laughter. "Oh my god! You should see your ass! It's sooo bigg! It's mesmerizing, swaying left and right!"
She jumps out infront of me like a gazelle. I can't keep up with her light jog. She pulls out a chocolate wrapper. My brain cant focus on anything else. I need that

You need to turn this into a story and post in the stories section.

[quote]jimy:
We start dating in highschool.
Her and I are about the same height. Relatively short, both skinny and weak.
I can't lift a barbell to save my life.

She gets into sports. I am lazy as hell.
She is always trying to get me to be more active. No way that is happening.
She teases me about getting chubby. I try to brush it under the rug.
I suffer a disease. I am perscribed some pretty agressive medication.
Side effects include: stunted growth, weight gain, gynecomastia.
Over the months, we both notice changes.
She is taller now, taller than I am. She stars developing muscle tone and upper body strength.
My weight is starting to creep up. My appetite is unquenchable. Everything tastes good. Especially carbs and deserts.
She starts scolding me about getting fat. Telling me I have to lose weight. Stop stuffing my face. It doesn't work.
Growth spurt hits her hard. She is growing into a goddess. Perky breasts, long and tall abs of steel. I know she is stronger than I am now but I can't get myself to admit it. She towers above my fat body. Makes fun of my short height, my heavy weight.

Things start getting bad.
My weight is getting out of control. I am too fat for jeans. My knees are telling me I am too heavy. The side effect of the medication kick in. I notice that I am starting to develop full on breasts. My belly is growing, getting heavier, larger. My butt and thighs start ballooning. My underwear is too tight now. My thighs are getting wider, giving me a short, feminine stature. My legs inflate and turn into bags of lard.
We move out together. She starts tormenting me.
She knows I love chocolate. She puts it on the top shelf so I can't reach. I'm too short. I'm too heavy to climb above the counter. My arms are too weak, my body so heavy.
She makes me beg for the chocolate. Her nickname for me is "shorty", "fatty", "bitch tits". She pinches my big ass as I bend over.
Months go by.
She is taller, stronger. An athlete.
She pins me down and keeps me there. I can't fight back. She is incredibly strong compared to me. She humiliates me. She brings home weights she lifts easly. I can't even get them up once. She gives me those little colored weights for women.

My breasts are out of control. My belly has grown so large. My butt is massive, heavy, inflating larger each day.
She brings home a few bras and panties. I refuse to wear them. She pins me down and forces them on me. I cannot escape. My body is my prison. I am so fat, so heavy, every movement is a battle. Her strength is something I have no hope of beating.
She laughs at me " your tits are bigger than mine! You need some support shorty!" My fat tits barely fit into the DD cup. An overflow of fat flesh above them. My huge fat ass, now too fat to fit into chairs with sides, eats up the panties, turns them into thongs.
I can't fit into anything. I am so hopeless.
She grabs a pair of womens tights out of her drawer. She pushes me on my back on the bed. Grabs my feet and starts putting them on me. I try to kick and get free but her arms are too strong for my week legs. I try to get on my stomach, but my massive belly wont let me. I cannot move. It's useless.
She pulls me up on my feet and pulls the tights around my fat, planetary, jiggly massive stripper ass. It barely fits. Even she struggles.
"Your ass is huge doll! You should be in a rap video! Look at that thing. If you could move around enough to poll dance, you'd be the riches poll dancer in town! Nobody would even know you're supposed to be a boy!"
She grabs a stretch womens top and shoves it over my head. My cleavage pops out the collar.
"Oh yeah! There we go! Now we are ready to go out!"
I am mortified. I look at my reflection in the mirror. I am a fat bitch!
I am an obese little girl.
"We are going for a run, fat boy!" She demands. She knows I'm too fat to run. She just wants to torment me.
She grabs me by my hand and pushes me into the car. I can barely fit in the front passenger seat. My massive thigh is on the gear shifter. I'm too fat for the front seat, she can't shift into gear with my massive flesh in the way.
She shoves me into the back like I am cargo. She laughs at me, makes fun of me the whole way. "I can't believe you got too fat for the car! Dear lord, I have to get a pickup truck and haul you in the back like livestock!"
We arrive at the park. She puts her hand on my back and pushes me forward.
"Run bitch tits! Run!" She orders.
I try like hell but best I can do is a slow waddle. I am so embarressed! I can barely walk. My giant tits are bouncing up and down. My belly is hell on my back. My knees are about to give and I've only tried walking a few paces. She bursts out into laughter. "Oh my god! You should see your ass! It's sooo bigg! It's mesmerizing, swaying left and right!"
She jumps out infront of me like a gazelle. I can't keep up with her li

I would meet nice female and she would be my girlfriend.

She would be secret feeder with dominating preference.

She would start fattening me up on secret by giving me appetite stimulants, increasing my portion size and switching my clothes to larger.

Also some drugs to make my metabolism slow down, keeping me slightly sedate and not caring about chances on my body,

When my weight begin to increase she would be more slightly more open about fattening me up. encouraging me to be lazy, eat more and she would feed me.

If I tried to resist gaining weight she would give drugs to make me really hungry, sleepy and not care about my bulging belly.

She would also add some medicines to help my moobs grow bigger and sensitive.

She would also tie me up in the bed and force feed me until I was ready to pop.

After I would be really huge she would start tube feeding me with feeding tube or nose tube while giving me drugs to dull my mind and keep me sedate.

In the end I would be huge blob that would just eat, sleep, have sex and grow.

Karen, Wow! You need to be writing stories and posting them here. I am into numbers also. I would love to see something like this fleshed out.

This sounds deliciously naughty.

I always love reading these fantasies

I want to get hypnotized but not know it and stuff my face while sleepwalking but not know it and not realize it until my clothes start getting tighter and tighter and I wake up in a nightgown one morning as tight as a sausage casing. There's no way to stop because I don't know I'm hypnotized!