Submission and domination

Dolkite:
I'm a sissy baby, and I love that my body is becoming both more feminine and more babylike as I grow.

I buy adult baby diapers on eBay...I'll put them on, suck in as hard as i can, and then secure them as tight as possible with packing tape. then i exhale and my belly overflows them. Then I put on a tiny t-shirt, usually with something like tinkerbell on it, and i've achieved the look I want more than anything: a giant baby growing out of my clothes.

FoodieChef:
I have a fantasy right now of working as a writer for an erotic fiction company. My editor keeps me locked up in a remotely controlled chastity cage, and makes me write erotic fiction - at the end of the day if she's satisfied she might give me the code to get out...

bigsoftbelly:
idk if this counts as "dark," but i have a lot of fantasies about being knocked out, kidnapped, and finding myself tied to a bed. my captor force feeds me through a hose or funnel, pouring liquid down my throat (i prefer bloating with liquid instead of food, i think i'm more helpless that way) and bloating me against my will. my belly gets bigger and bigger, my clothes rip at the seams letting my belly pour out, i can barely move and my belly aches from all it's being forced to hold.

eventually my captor decides to take the hose / funnel out and jeers at me. my belly is huge and completely exposed and feels like it's going to burst. i moan and beg him to let me go but he just plays with my sore aching belly, slapping and squeezing and poking and jiggling and tickling it. he starts using me sexually too, groping me. all the while i'm pleading with him to stop until he gags me and i'm completely at his mercy for as long as he wants.

pdt:
I think A LOT about bondage, and how eventually one can get so heavy that their own body is the restraint.

I imagine being in a relationship where the rule is that I'm to spend all weekend cuffed to the bed, every week, while my partner brings me completely excessive amounts of food, and enjoys playing with my increasingly bloated body to her sadistic heart's content. One Sunday night, a couple years into this relationship, she undoes the cuffs around my now soft, puffy wrists and ankles.

"Well, get out of bed, fat boy. You've got to brush your teeth after all that," she says, probably struggling to keep a straight face.

I lurch and struggle, and only succeed in jiggling myself around and running out of breath. I can't get out of bed without help.

"It looks like we don't need the restraints any more, do we?" She whispers to me, and brings me my toothbrush.

I never show up at the office the next day, or after that.

TheWhipHand:
I've been trying to figure out how to make my own "obstacle course" for a fat little feeder to struggle through - lead them through challenges they can't possibly do because they're too fat, or see how hard they try for the sake of obtaining the dessert. At the end there would be a hole to squeeze through, just big enough for them to get through to the final dessert, but right enough that they would have trouble squeezing through, now that tetve eaten so many treats.

georgejorge:
That actually sounds pretty fun. Would you lay out a trail of treats to lead them through the obstacle course? Or some of the obstacles are large servings of food, to make the rest of the course more challenging.