chapter 2

"I'm sick of this, every few months we have the same argument. You're like a broken record and my patience is starting to run thin." Her face swiftly became one of shock and worry (ironic). This was the next card I had to play in my total breakdown of her will, threatening to take it all away after dangling the cake in front of her (both physically and metaphorically). "If you aren't willing to appreciate how good I am to you, and the life that I give to you, then I think we might have to have a serious conversation about our future." /Oh god how could I have been so stupid with my childish winging about my weight/ she thought. 'Oh babe, please! No! This isn't anything, I swear! I'm so so sorry! You know I love you so much, I love our life together.' She was like putty in my hands... "Prove it." I exclaimed, offering the cupcake up to her plump lips. Caught unaware she looked at me confused. I didn't speak a word, I only pressed it right into her mouth as she obediently opened and began to chew. Still feeling dazed over what exactly it is I was asking of her, she greedily devoured the whole cake in mear seconds and then giggled like a little school girl. /God I love our little games with treats/ she pondered.

"Good?" I asked. 'Mmmm heavenly baby...' she licked the crumbs from around her mouth and instinctively started rubbing her belly. My training of her was really paying dividends now. "Right then, come on, and the rest..." I picked up the tray with 5 remaining cupcakes and gestured to go over to the couch. Molly frowned at me in confusion and silently questioned the situation. /What does he mean ALL of them? What, RIGHT NOW? I only usually have 1 a day, I couldn't possibly eat all of them in one go... could I?/ Her inner feedee was breaking free from it's shackles with every day that passed. She wouldn't have even dreamed of thinking the same only one short year ago. And yet here little (BIG) miss Swine, sorry, Sweeney was. I sat down with the deliciously fattening treats and got her told "These aren't going to eat themselves!" She sheepishly waddled over and rather ungracefuly plopped down onto 'her side' (the visibly indented part) of the sofa, making an audible huff as her huge backside hit the creacking steel frame. I allowed her a moment to catch her breath, staying on her feet for so long (15 minutes) left her slightly winded as a bead of sweat trickled down her red face.

"Now then my beautiful, spoiled princess... to show your devotion for everything I do for you; providing financially, doing the cooking, the cleaning, and pretty much everything so you can lay back and lead the life of luxury... you're going to finish all of your favourite cupcakes that I've ever so kindly bought for you, aren't I just the best boyfriend?" She struggled to gather her words whilst waffling a little 'Oh hun you have no idea, but it's just, erm, honestly I couldn't be more gratef-' "AH AH stop." I firmly placed a finger on her sugar coated lips. "Show it to me... tell me just how much you want this..." Slightly bewildered and taken aback by the situation, she slowly but unassuredly nodded. /What does he mean.../ her mind swam with mixed feelings. I picked up the second cupcake and presened it to her beady little eyes, slightly squinted from the pure mass of cheek chub. /Let's start off easy/ I told myself... "Eat this if you love me." She looked at me as if I was daft for asking 'Oh don't be silly of cour-' I shoved the cupcake into her open mouth "EAT." Startled she nodded quickly and began chewing, faster than usual... It seemed she was up for the task... Finishing the second she moaned in delight and I patted her right on her rotund midriff. "Good girl" We leaned in for a kiss, but only a quick one before I refocused my attention on the 3rd cupcake...