Yeah, I get it.
in the chair, arms and legs tied, shirt unbuttoned, blindfolded, her stoking my soft belly whispering how she is going to feed me and make me fatter.
Hearing her say "you want that don't you", loosening my belt and unbuttoning my pants then spinning me up until I agree to ask her to make me fatter. I BEG her to make me fatter.
Feeling her place the funnel in my mouth, followed by what I know is a heavy cream based mixture, that never. seems. to stop. As the whole time she keeps me spun up while telling me how many thousands of calories are going in my belly.
I fear the future, crave for it to happen again, and will be back in the chair tomorrow.
4 years
