chapter 3

"Make me fat," Jones gasps, his legs spread wide and his eyes glued to the floor.
Karma slaps him hard across the face. He whimpers.
"Make me fat, sir," they say. Emphasis on the sir.
He repeats it obediently.
"That's it, puppy," they coo. They ruffle his hair and shove a donut in his face. He moans helplessly.
"Eat it."
He does. His tummy's still swollen from his earlier binge, pooching out over the waistband of his boxers. The bulge of his cock shows clearly. Karma steps on it and rubs with their foot. He whimpers again. They put more pressure and he groans in pain around the donut.
Karma removes their foot and punches him in the balls. Red spreads like wildfire across Jones' cheeks.
"You like that, don't you, slut?"
"Yes-"
"You play the big, bad womanizer, dashing and romantic, but you're just a piggy, aren't you?"
"Well I wouldn't really say that-"
Karma slaps him again. "Say it."
"I'm.. I'm a piggy."
"Good whore." They massage his aching balls through his boxers, pinching and tugging.
"Sir?"
"Yes, piggy?"
"What is this, sir?"
"I'm not sure what you mean." Karma switches to feeling up his tummy, admiring the firm muscle covering a stomach hard at work. That muscle would be gone soon, and if Karma has their way (which they often do) that tummy will never stop working.. never stop gaining..
"I- this is a dream, right? My dreams aren't usually like this."
Karma chuckles. "Yes, idiot, it's a dream."
"Okay." Jones stays quiet, rubbing his crotch against Karma's hand.
Karma lifts their free hand up to Jones' face and opens it. The palm is covered with shiny, swirling rainbows, and Jones' jaw drops instantly.
"What do you see, piggy?"
"Pretty..."
"Yes , that's right, piggy."
Jones doesn't respond, mouth open. Karma can't help but shove a piece of cake into it, it's right there. He chews and swallows obediently. There are crumbs, sprinkles, and icing all over the lower half of his face. Strings of drool drip from his mouth. His eyes reflect the rainbow held in Karma's palm.
"You love to eat," Karma says. "You love it more than anything in this world. You love it so, so much."
He nods blankly, mouth still open.
"You want to be a sub, the subbiest sub in the world, and have your master fuck your pretty ass while you bury your face in a cake."
He nods.
"You're not going to be consciously aware of it. You're going to look up feederism, and you will laugh. It's so silly, isn't it? You'll watch videos of people stuffing themselves, read about real-life experiences, stare at fat guts covered in stretch marks. It's just for a laugh. Some harmless voyeurism. You're going to believe this even as you stuff more food in your greedy, greasy mouth, even as you shove your vibrator further into your ass."
He nods.
"You will not realize your weight gain, and continue dressing just as you have. You continue to be completely unselfconscious."
He nods.
"You love to eat. You love and savor food. You're such a foodie, and you're even going to get into cooking. That you'll be open about. And you just can't resist dipping into the till a bit... or well, more than a bit."
Jones nods almost frantically, leaning forward for more.
Karma gives it to him.