Submission and domination

My biggest fantasy is to open a secret club/hotel for fat gentlemen and their admirers (all gay) .. a bit like a sexclub with speakeasy vibes where gainers and feeders get to meet and enjoy eachother services, eat all the food and wonderaround half naked in the public areas. We'd weigh and measure everybody in public and give rewards for the fattest person, the biggest gain, the most sucessful feeder etc ....
We'd also have house fatties who never leave because they can't fit through the doors anymore, but we take good care of them

My darkest fantasy? That'd be the one where I fatten up and feminise someone.

In the fantasy, I put an ad out for a housemate, and get an answer from a pretty fit, masculine-looking guy. I welcome him in with open arms, tell him to make himself at home. Once he's gotten settled in and comfortable around me, that's when I set my plan in motion.

I begin to lace his food and drink with sedatives, strong enough to render him much more docile and malleable. In this suggestive state, it's a trifle to convince him to eat more, to have that extra bit of cake or bowl of chips.

About three times a week, I give him a sedative cocktail strong enough to send him into a drugged stupor. I take these opportunities to put a pair of headphones on him and play a series of subliminal messages, telling him that everything is fine, there's nothing to worry about. Just trust in me and keep eating.

The plan works like a charm. He continues to eat and grow fatter and fatter, and between the messages and the drugs scrambling his brain, he doesn't suspect a thing.

Now, in addition to the sedatives, I begin to mix in estrogen and other female hormones. (I know they don't work like this in real life, but hey, it's a fantasy!)

The changes are clearly visible as he continues to grow as big as a house. His voice becomes softer and higher-pitched, his body less hairy. His hair grows longer and thicker, while his penis and balls become shrunken and useless. His chest begins to swell as he grows breasts. Before long, he's wearing dresses and applying makeup.

And that's it! I've turned my housemate into a submissive, feminine butterball.

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 the leftover cake home… = 45 for the summer

So I start my senior year at 260. Well over doubling my weight from when I started college.
As my friends come to see me in my apt I can see the initial look of shock. I end up cancelling our second study session and

oops... word count got me. PART 2
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So I start my senior year at 260. Well over doubling my weight from when I started college.
As my friends come to see me in my apt I can see the initial look of shock. I end up cancelling our second study session and they all freak out because it’s their senior year too and they need to keep their 4.0 GPA to secure the best jobs.

They pretty much take care of me round the clock… knowing their success is tied to me tutoring and studying with them. Someone calls to wake me e very morning and in addition to the boxes of food I get delivered from my blackmailer… my friends always have food around for me. It seems like every waking moment I’m nibbling or horfing food down.

Senior year… September 260 lbs… with their help… totally self centered help… no thought to my well being…. My body has become a calorie storing machine. 4.5 lbs a week. by finals week I have packed on over 50 lbs. and my graduation things have leveled off so another 50…. not including the weight gained during holiday splurges and binges… almost 370 lbs.
I waddle across the stage and take my diploma with my chubby sausage fingers…. My friends… they get their degrees and forget about me. The days turn into weeks as I stay at home depressed…. Eating… reading the emails from my oppressor…

This was the fun part. The dark part is …. Well… dark.

Want that my fantasies become real...and working about It. There is some darker than It?

Well, for me, in my fantasy I meet a woman who�s been struggling with her weight. She has a strong weakness: food. I would spend time with her, paying for her to eat all the food her heart desires. Then, distract her by making her eat more until she gets �full.� I didn�t even want it to stop there.

So, within the next few days, I keep seeing this woman until I told her how I felt and wanted to be her boyfriend... this is just the beginning. I�d take her to her bedroom and start feeding her. I wouldn�t slow down either. I�d make sure I fed her nothing but junk food. I watch as she eats and eats and eats until she gets to the stage of being full but I wouldn�t stop there. So I�d make her fattening milkshakes filled with ice cream and milk. Once she�d drink one, I�d make another one. I would keep this going until she was cleaned out of ice cream. She would have this look in her eyes that she�s getting full but I�d whisper in her eye as I grab her clit, �Not a change piggy. You got more eating to do.�

I�d take her with me to the store to fill up on ice cream and fatty foods. I�d let her fat ass waddle with me inside the store so I could let everyone look at how much of a fatty she is. She would see the looks she�d get from everyone and I�d watch her fat cheeks blush and her ass and belly jiggle in the tightest clothing she had, highlighting the fat all over her body. She�d have to stop to take breaks and catch her breath as walks down the aisles and continues getting looks and laughed at by everyone. I made her into my prized piggy and all I wanted to do is make her so fat she can�t move.

On the way home, I�d stop at several fast food places and make her eat on the way home. I would make sure she didn�t stop eating. I would tell her if you want to stop eating, you must make sure you eat every bite. I was lying. Of course I didn�t want her to stop eating. I had plans on making her fatter and bigger so I said that to throw her off. Of course, the fatty pig fell for it and ate every parcel of food. We get home and I take her to her bedroom where I tie her arms and legs and tell her she�s not getting up anytime soon. She burnt too many calories from walking.

I get a tube and make the largest pitcher of the biggest milkshake I could make filled with ice cream. I could tell she wanted to stop but I didn�t. I poured it down her mouth and watched her fat jiggle as she shook and made several attempts at getting free. Which didn�t happen. I whispered, fatty don�t even try. You think you�re too fat to get up? You wait and see.

I could hear her moan as I kept pouring the ice cream down the tube and into her mouth. I wasn�t impressed with how she looked. I wanted her bigger and fatter. I wanted there to be so many layers and rolls of fat on this woman that I was gonna make her immobile. She wanted to stop but I didn�t want to until I got the right image projected on her. I kept this going for hours. Once I finished with the milkshake, I fed her so much food she was blown up. Her belly and waist was huge! Her boobs were large. Her arms and legs were swollen with fat. I made her get up, it felt like it took forever. Watching her struggle as her fat ass made so many attempts at getting up. Once she was up on her feet, she�d wobble to the side, her belly shifting all the weight onto one side. After she was up, she would take a break and I told her are you ready to go out? I make her go out in the public so my prized fat piggy can be seen by everyone.

Ah, I wish I could make this fantasy come true

I want to force feed a slim sexy girl to obesity to the point where she can’t move.

. This is an amazing story

I find out I have a twin but she is really into diet so when we hang out ppl are astonished that we are twins and tease me about it pinching and poking my belly and arse