A slave to her fetish

chapter 4

After feeding him the rest of the brownies, Christina reached for the bucket of fried chicken. She couldn't help but notice that Andy's stomach was very slightly inflated, and it made her smile with delight.
She held the first piece of chicken under his nose, and his face paled when he breathed in the smell of it. He quickly turned his face away and took slow, deep breaths to try to get his churning stomach under control.
"Eat it!" Christina demanded as she touched the greasy, fried meat to his lips.
"No." he protested.
"EAT IT!" she shouted.
"No...." he pleaded.
She broke off a small piece of meat and forced it into his mouth. He tried to spit it out, but it was too far back in his mouth, and before he knew it, Christina made him swallow it by stroking his throat. Swallowing it made him gag.
"It's easier if you chew it." Christina said gently. Andy helplessly complied as she fed him the rest of the fried chicken.
He tried his best to not think about what he was eating. He tried to focus on the taste of the bread crumbs, but pretty soon all he could taste was the meat, and anxiety coursed through his body, as all he could think about was the fact that he was eating flesh... Flesh of a diseased animal pumped full of antibiotics... Flesh contaminated with fecal matter. This thought along with the grisly taste of the meat was making him feel ill.

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When there was nothing left of the chicken but scraps and bones, Christina patted Andy's now distended stomach. She knelt in front of him to rub his belly, and when she looked up at him, she could tell that he was feeling sick. Andy did his best to avoid eye contact with her, as he didn't want her to see his tear-stained eyes, but she saw anyway.
She felt a little bad for making a nice boy like Andy cry, but she also couldn't help feeling a sense of pride. She was proud, because for once in her life, she was the one in control.
She heard Andy quietly moan, and she could tell that he was in pain. She held the bottle of Coke to his mouth, and this time he drank it without protest. When he indicated that he had had enough to drink, Christina patted his stomach, and he let out a burp, not fighting it at all.
He had given up, and Christina felt pride swelling up in her heart, because she felt like she had won. However, Andy really seemed to be hurting, so she untied him and helped him over to the couch to lie down.