Oh well thanks for the nice and encouraging words ...:-)

well if i ever start to write a story you will be the first one to read it and surely correct it a bit ^^ or a bit more....:-)

thanks for your offer and kind words

Well i can`t really relate so much to the part of someone rella! Likrs to eat me if i am fat enough but if you knew this before in some teasing and roleplay kind of way being told if you reach a certain weight outgrow some special clothes or just got a belly to fat to do cerzain things or got to chubby do reach certain tight spaces or you got defeated by your gf in some fun wrestle she will eat you that could be a hot play if she tries to fatten you up while you can t resist her and know there is a certain threat ahead if you maybe let your little feeding frenzies out of hand and your gf is using all you desires against you to push you over that special line of chubbiness....

Mhm i would love a vety sweet and smart srductive girl to make a gamme between teasing fattening and comparisions with her fitness while she secretely uses every trick to get me addicted to her seductions and combinations of food and reward even making me hornier by gaining a few of her own maybe ...

She would lure me into thinking even my strong willed girl is letting go only to bring me to the point i am so addicted to her sex and food games that she can easily tell me to slim down with her together in our gym room only to lure me into a competition i join cause of my manly arrogance about beeing always stronger and fitter than a girl......

Secretly monitoring my efforts of slimming down in our gym she likes to show me then by coming down with food and her seductive sexy clothes to show me again and again how easy she can control me by making me gain even when trying to keep fit enough to not be overpowered by her in our sport competition we have on the side of all the stuffings and normal sweet lovelife with so much food and sex lately ^^.

Oh i would love little bets or kinky games on the side where she knows that i cat win them with the added 10lbs of last week where we had all those dinners and sexy lingerie games i can t remember anymore with all the alcohol she was giving me and asking me things about whatever knowing so well how honest i am beeing drunk..

Using all this knowledge later on to make me horny and tease me more effective about my softer exjock shape only to sweetly seduce me into our next rough sex adventure after i ate those ten donuts with milkshake that is while she is stripping down out of those really tight underwear ....

Hmmm..can anyone relate to such a fantasy if you understood my grammat ....

i like t tease and maybe show the girl how much out of shape she got by some little exercises to compare ^^ and would love some sort of revenge pattern when she realizes how much i made her eat and grow ;-) by just uding her disires she can´t control .....

and of course always point out how I never gain and she is such an easy target ^^ :-)

but that´s only fun if both enjoy the teasing and playing ...^^

Ah oki thanks for the hint ^^

And have a noce sunday

Oh a very cool idea ;-) i would take part ;-) i guess^^

Hello everyone,

does anybody of you, too, have the problem that when going for a profile and then click the tab "stories" (of that profile/author) that you don´t get the stories of that author but only the same list as when you would click stories on the main Tag instead of going to the profile and then try to find the story on the authors site?.

I really can´t access or find the stories a specific author wrote weather in the stories Tab nor by trying to find it over the profile of the author ?

oh hi well yes i remember a yoyo from years ago ....

yes sure look at clips4sale there are some ladies with this sorz or search for custom made clips and fetish i can t remembet the name of the site but there is one where you can girls what to do a video for you .....

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Good lord.


You need to make this into a short story and post in the stories section. It is just sooooo goooooood!

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I want to be in a force-feeding centered BDSM relationship, and get caught by my Mistress doing something naughty, like eating dessert that she was saving for later. But instead of getting mad she just smiles sweetly and says it's ok, I can make it up to her right now. She has me help her cook a small dinner party's worth of delicious gourmet food... fancy pasta, roasted duck, a huge designer salad that's more cheese and croutons than vegetables, fresh fruit over thick but foamy vanilla mousse, a fancy spiced Italian pizza, loaves of specialty bread (savory rye, gooey garlic bread, cheese and shallot biscuits...), mounds of expensive, rich cheese, thick juicy steak fillets wrapped in bacon, crepes with custard and sweet jam, a huge cheesecake, batches of caramel chocolate cookies, homemade gelato, dark chocolate eclairs, light fluffy cupcakes in every flavor... And I'm thinking that she's going to punish me by stuffing me in front of a dinner party, there's no way she'll seriously try to make me eat all this... But I sit down and gorge myself anyway, and just as I feel like I'll burst, I weakly ask her when the guests will arrive, but I see her take out her ropes, and the last bite of cheesecake sticks in my throat. I'm powerless to stop her, she's so beautiful and sweet, and I can't let her down... I moan pitifully as she presses a beautiful handmade eclair into my mouth, and prepare for the worst. I'm so, sooo full... I'll probably get nauseous in a few minutes and have to use the safe word, oh but I don't want to, I just want to keep eating and eating... Soon I can feel my jeans forming a restricting meridian around my waist, and my belly feels like it's on fire. But this time it's different. I'm starting to feel a lot of pain and pressure, but no nausea. I groan and steal a glace at my heaving middle. It's bigger than it should be, oh my god, how is she doing this to me? My jeans feel like they're being drawn tighter by corset strings. Just as I feel like they'll cut me in two, a loud pop sounds over my muffled complaining and her giggling and teasing. Unbelievable... is it even possible to pop open jeans by stuffing? My mind feels as heavy as my groaning middle. My skin is stretched tight from chest to legs. Now even my mistress is surprised. How much can you hold, chubby girl? she muses with genuine wonder. Her hands glide over, then poke and prod my distended abdomen. I grunt weakly in between my quick panting. My lungs feel squashed between my stomach and skin. She reopens the bread basket, and garnishes each into a tiny masterpiece of butter, cheese, spices, onions... My brain is screaming at me to stop this, but the rolls are so delicious, I want more... I'm aching and trembling all over, but the fire in my belly is oozing outward, and it overwhelms my nerves so much that I feel euphoric. This is better than an orgasm; it's total surrender to gluttony and overindulgence. Adrenaline rushes into my aching jaws and renews their ravenous fervour. I notice a new sensation on my back and belly, and manage to roll my heavy head down to see. I've swelled up so much, my midsection is lightly nudging the table and the chair back. I fuss over my unnatural shape, but my mistress is mesmerized. She runs her hands over my overstretched stomach, pushing and pinching. But she can't even gather any skin with pinches, it's so very tight... I notice my blissful fire receding, and impulsively call out, ugh, don't stop! She slowly raises her gaze to meet mine, and grins. Oh, I'm not done yet, she says with a sharp, mocking tone. First you eat my dessert, then consume half this feast, and you're still not satisfied. I think it's time I taught you... She pauses and slices a huge wedge of cheesecake. ...Some portion control. I'm in for it now. I practically choke down it's rich, dense mass, she's stuffing it into me so quickly. Bottle after bottle of sparkling juice are drained, plates are emptied, containers are ravaged, pretty tray arrangements are decimated. I can feel my skin stretching, my organs shifting, and my stomach wobbling and sloshing. My arms feel tight against my sides, and my thighs are pushed apart by the weight of my bloated middle. I have lost all human shape, and am decidedly round. My mistress or I should be panicking at my impossible state, but we are powerless to curb our desires. She is frantically gathering the last of the feast now. Eat, eat, eat! She bellows, squealing with glee. I have felt my shirt riding up for a while now, but I begin to see my skin beneath it, even over the quivering horizon of my new expanse. She cheekily pokes a finger into my inflamed navel; her long slender digit doesn't even reach its new depth. I cry out in surprise, anguish, and helpless add