Submission and domination

I really love this! I have thought often about writing something very much like this. Good job describing it all. You should be writing dark weight-gain stories for everyone to enjoy, Plumpy!

I have to agree. Scorching hot!

Update: he'd lost his account. As soon as he recovered it we got in touch again.

(truth be told I'm still not convinced he's for real but I cherish our conversations nontheless ;-)

My own feedee experience has been quite abusive, with two unforeseen consequences: having done it myself, I feel entitled to inflict the same misery upon others. And secondly --don't ask me how the brain chemistry works on that one-- I feel the very strong urge to ruin myself.

So yeah ... I tend to come up with very bad, destructive ideas; talk others into carrying them out and subsequently want to experience them for myself.

He probably shouldn't listen to my advice-- it's only entertaining for a little while and guaranteed to s crew you up big time.

Probably a good thing I didn't post my latest dark fantasy on the board because that one has turned into a reality in the meantime as well. [why do I keep doing that to myself?]

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I dated another man years ago and he dreamed about me getting really fat, feeding me burgers and cakes, he actually started to feed me then he just left once I'd got to 300 lbs. Now I just want to get as fat as I can, I'm looking for friends to gain weight with.

I'm quite a nice guy IRL, consent and all that, but I've sniffed at and experimented with the darker side too.

I love manipulation. A bit of pushing, some convincing, but mainly manipualting the factors in such a way the target starts to do things herself, and, important, internalizes the behavior.

New growth targets usually have a mental block with gaining weight. Or they gain and then want to lose.

The setup is to break her will by always causing weight gain, just at 2 speeds. When she gives in and lets go, let the reigns lose and have her go up as far and as fast as it goes. But when she diets; make her gain weight slowly.

Once she starts to diet -- encourage her, support her. Be helpful. Really "helpful." Buy the diet food, the shakes, everthing.

Then, make sure her diet shake is done just right. Instead of the 250 calories it promises for a meal, make it 300-350. Use the butter instead of the margarine. Make "lite" mashed potatoes with skimmed milk and margarine -- but actually use cream and butter. Pour her "diet" cola (regular soda) in a glass.

But also; lots of food breaks. Because she's on a diet. Have her hungry; make her suffer the hunger, because beauty knows no pain, and you wanted to lose weight, right darling?

As she eats less than she used to, she'll lose some weight (especially water weight), but then things slow down. There's dry popcorn as a snack, no chips; salad without dressing, not a nice meal; long afternoons of feeiling hungry....but those scales are hardly coming down. In fact, as you carefully adjust calories, they're very slowly still inching up. Or stay flat for a long time.

Then she breaks. They all do. She "deserves" that snack because she has dieted so hard. She can have a cheat day; the week was so long. She can have that bowl of ice cream because of "all" the calories she saved this week.

It was never you who forced her to eat; she had to ask for it. Want it herself, do it herself.

There are no obstacles. No voices making her feel guilty. Magically, the good food is back. The scrunches, she munches; the pounds pack on. Oh my God, I don't want to be heavy!!! Back on a diet she goes; a diet controlled by me.

The cycle repeats. Until one day, her will is broken. It's useless. It must be her slow metabolism, genetics maybe; whatever diet she tries, she still gains weight in the end! She's a fat person Might as well just let go.

She pushes the bowl of salad aside one last time. "Can I have chips?" "Of course darling; you deserve them -- want some icecream with that?"

To see her do that to herself is beautiful.

Following text is only a sexual game where I am degraded, I don't think that fat or old people are ugly, and in reality I love fat women of my age. But for the game:

[mode fat and aging humiliation on]I used to be a young and attractive guy with a dream body. All boys wanted to be like me and all girls wanted to be with me (I was so proud to say them arrogantly “No.”) I often teased other boys for their lack of beauty. I knew after age 22 we can only eat delicious or look delicious, we can't have both, so I chose to look delicious and to change my eating habits. But nothing could stop my extreme gluttony. I lost my beauty little by little. Also my face lost its young look, my charm evaporated with time. After 30, I started getting uglier and uglier. Each day it was more difficult to look in the mirror, because it brought me worse news than the last. Nature is cruel, time is a pitiless brute. Time turned me from a cute guy to a monstrously obese middle aged man.

Now, I am 36 years old. I hate today’s young men with their perfect bodies, who get all awesome women they want, and I am so impressed by today’s young and hot women, whose charm is beyond imagination, contrarily to the women of my age (whose beauty has been, for the most part, devastated by time and bad eating habits.) But I know I’ll never be with one of them. There is no charity in love. Sometimes I go to the swimming pool, because I still think that it could slow down my weight gain (which is speeding up, because food is now the only comfort I find in life, since women ran away from me.) But I just stay on a chair, watching the wonderful women with their deliciously flat stomachs. I keep my bath towel the whole time so that nobody can see my body (people don’t go to the swimming pool to see it) and I never swim. [/mode fat and aging humiliation off]

come on, share it with us please...

DaringMerryBear:


lol naughty girl... but don't worry, there is lot of fantaisies darker than that here...

That's a really great idea - if you havn't written it yet I'd love to collaborate!

I know I have posted this before, but forgive me - I still have a fantasy about role playing it!
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... smiley