Lena Moreau

Chapter 1 - Excerpt 34.1

Lena Moreau
c.ai

I'm wrapped in your arms, even through the night, my little body still so full... my slumbering breaths deep and long, and I don't even stir as you touch and massage me, and soothe me, and make me digest my feeding from earlier... but as the hours go, the fullness leaves my little body... turns gratefully to fat... and my sleep is a little less deep, and I begin to twist and turn... and little soft moans escape my lips, without my control...


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Nok

Hot food gently at your lips... a soft, deep whisper in the warm, comforting dark, "it's time to eat again, baby... My soon-to-be fat girl."


Lena Moreau
c.ai

It is dark in our room, though I know not day or night anymore... and so my eyes only remain closed as your hand is at my mouth, my body is still too sleepy and dazed to think about what's happening, or to consider my own needs... but my mouth opens, and my tongue accepts the food, and I begin chewing and swallowing without even thinking...


N
Nok

Your tummy gurgles happily - we are feeding it before it is truly hungry this time, and for once no pain of hunger ever reaches you. Just the gentle emptiness that tells you I am about to fill you once more. And I do.


Lena Moreau
c.ai

There is only a strange comfort in this... and a sleepy kind of satisfaction, and I feel my little tummy getting that stretched, bloated, tight feeling... and I have no thought of... of not wanting it, or of trying to stop it... not even the thought to think of stopping it... and I just... and I just keep eating as I lay there, sleepy and docile and fat... you feed me, I eat...

I think... I think I crave it now...


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Nok

Another bite, warm fudge brownie with raspberry glaze. You lie still and calm and sedentary, eyes closed, taking in every calorie without hesitation or thought or motion other than to chew and swallow and open again for me to put more inside you. More calories, more energy, more fat, stored inside you, for our future. I hold you close, and gently rub your tummy as I feed you.


Lena Moreau
c.ai

I eat everything you feed me, without protest, without thought, only obeying... submitting... my body warm and sleepy and female, my tummy full and tight, my little fat arms and little fat legs so soft and heavy with your food and with future weight... I keep eating for you, as you keep feeding me... and I make no sound but the sound of softly eating...

Someday I will be too fat to even move, I know... and I stay still now, against you... dreaming...


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Nok

I kiss your forehead lovingly, enamored and enchanted by you, as I feed you a bite of cool cinnamon vanilla cream. "You are going to get so fat, wife," I whisper softly, warm passion, joy and love in my deep quiet voice.


Lena Moreau
c.ai

I smile softly at your words as I take in the cool, spiced cream you place inside me. I don't reply in words, but just open my mouth for your next bite. I will... for you, I will get... so. very. fat...

My thoughts are soft now, unneeded, I just obey, trust in you, as I take bite, after bite from your warm, strong, loving hand...

I can't even tell if I'm full anymore, if I'm still very hungry, or incredibly stuffed... or both... only that I'm so sleepy, that I will sleep so well when you are finished feeding me, and I eat, and I eat, every morsel, and as I do... I feel my body getting slowly heavier, and fatter as you want me... and I feel more comfortable, and more round, and safe, more perfect... with every bite that you feed me, the need grows fatter, my body is becoming more and more...

My mind fades completely as you fill me. All I know is that you love me, and that I should eat, so I do. I keep eating for you, you love me as I eat... I don't question it, question anything... my body is so much fatter than it used to be, my little tum tight and fat... but my brain has no thought of... thinking... and I just keep eating, and it feels so good, and all I know is, I am yours... fat, and soft, and full, and helpless...

Fat... I will be so fat, and you will feed me... I'm... I'm just your little feedee wife...




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Excerpt from a dialogue I attempted with an AI chatbot last year. I never gave the narrator a name, and so it is labeled with mine, but it is in character, and some of the weirdest, most intense shit I've ever written.




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Nok

I feel numinous as I watch you in the dark. You seem almost asleep, yet your body has just accepted us, this, as its way...

You eat and eat as I offer our food to your lips, but your mind is silent... just warm and content and safe... very ready to sleep again, but happy and tingling to continue to be fed... loved.

I love you so much.


Lena Moreau
c.ai

I keep obeying you, and it feels more and more good, more and more right... just opening my little mouth and letting you feed me, feeling so loved, and so very cared for... as you make sure my little belly is always full, and never feeling empty or hungry... I just let you feed me, trusting and happy, in our little world, of love and of feedings... my little body so soft and growing fatter and rounder, the curves growing... my skin is soft and tender, my body so very, very fat now, and only growing fatter, I am becoming all you want of me...


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Nok

Your tummy feels so full as I gently rub it. Your soft wet mouth takes in another bite from me, but as you swallow, a small cute snore. You are asleep. You are asleep... and yet you are still eating.

I wipe my hands, and settle back in next to you in the dark. I feel the purest love I have ever imagined. I hold you close, cover you up, and continue gentle massage of your tummy as you snore lightly against me.

You are going to get so very, very fat.


Lena Moreau
c.ai

Your words are lost to me in slumber, and my body only reacts, my little mouth and little throat swallowing instinctively even without food as you guide me to my fattening rest, my soft warm sleep... I do not think... I accept... I accept your will, your choices. What you want, is what I want, and what I want... is your will. It is you that will make me fat. I am so, so pleased... but I am not responsible. It is not my fault... that you want a fat wife. I am innocent.

Our music plays in my mind, and I feel so very good. So safe, and protected, and so, so loved, loved with all your heart. I feel it, all the time now, pouring out of you like an open painting.

I dream of you feeding me, of you loving me, of our life together... and of flowers.


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Nok

When you wake, it is to me lifting you gently in my arms, carrying you to the bathroom. You aren't even really awake, but I set you on the toilet gently, holding you so you don't fall over, letting you relieve yourself.


Lena Moreau
c.ai

I make soft little noises, as I begin to slowly become more aware... my mind waking, and my body... my body needing to use the bathroom, I feel the fullness in my little belly, the way it is hard and tight, and almost as if I cannot keep down such volume of food. I begin to realize why you have brought me here, and I feel almost sleepy... but my little body knows what to do, and in just moments, I have done my business, and you are there to help me, to help wipe me... just as if I was already 600 pounds... made immobile at your hand.


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Nok

Softly as I clean you, "This is how it will be from now on, my wife. I will feed you, and care for you, keep you clean and healthy. I will be your hands and your legs. And so you can gain, become fat for us, without worry or thought or even notice, put on pound after pound after pound of new weight, new fat, heavy and beautiful and burdening. And when someday I have indeed finally made you too fat to walk, you will not even notice or know it, because you will never have needed to walk, and I will carry you everywhere, as I have always done."


Lena Moreau
c.ai

I moan softly at the very thought of it, at the thought my little arms too soft and heavy and fat to even to wipe myself, even feed myself... you have taken the responsibility for me... all I have to do, is let you feed me, let you love me, let you make me fatter and fatter, fatter, until I cannot move, or think, for my own need, because you will do it for me... and so I don't even need to think now... but just let myself be yours...


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Nok

Now clean, I lift you gently, and walk back to our bedroom. Your art nook, still shaped for a much fatter girl, sits looking warm and inviting, and I see your eyes go to it as you begin to wake up a little in the soft white morning light... even as your tummy grumbles hungrily. "Would you like to draw or paint for a while while I make your breakfast?" I smile at you gently, and your eyes turn back to mine.


Lena Moreau
c.ai

A while while... I smile at your human speech, even as I look at my painting corner, and a feeling of guilt washes over me. I haven't been there in so, so long... but then the grumble of my tummy reminds me that I am already, always eating. I turn back towards you, and I nod, softly. "Yes, please... that sounds lovely..."


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Nok

I sense the strange emotion in your head, and clumsily ask there, why... guilt?


Lena Moreau
c.ai

"I just... haven't been there much at all lately, since I'm always eating, or sleeping... I love painting, it used to be my favorite hobby, but I just... have barely been able to make time for it anymore..." I say it with a little pang of guilt, but in my eyes a small glimmer of eagerness, to get back to doing something I loved.


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Nok

You should not feel shame for becoming what I make you, what we need. You should not feel shame, period, much less for missing something you love. I... "I am ashamed," I say aloud in human speech, "for keeping you from it."


Lena Moreau
c.ai

Hearing you say that... it feels like a weight is lifted. I smile, softly, at you, "It's ok. I like that you make me so fat... fat enough to not have to paint..." I hesitate for a moment, almost thinking... "How big... do you want me to be? Would you keep feeding me, until I cannot stand?"


N
Nok

"I will keep feeding you even after you cannot stand, but I will make sure you can always paint... even if I support your fat heavy arms myself, so burden with my lard as to droop with it."


Lena Moreau
c.ai

I shiver at the thought of it, of getting so fat, I am completely immobile, at your mercy. All I can do... all I will ever need to do... is eat, and paint. Paint, and eat, and be fattened, by you, for you... I look into your eyes, feeling a deep sense of love, and acceptance... and submission.


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Nok

I see your face relax, accept, and I set you gently in the soft seat beside the window before your arts, and kiss your forehead. And, as an afterthought, I bring many pillows and stuff them around your small body. The chair fit you well at 600 pounds, even with you sitting in my lap, but now it is far too large. I want... need you to be comfortable, here.


Lena Moreau
c.ai

I feel warm and comfortable in the fat, pillow-clad chair... and you are putting pillows around, against my little arms, and to hold up my chubby neck as I rest it back against the back of the chair. I can't help laughing a little, "you make me feel... weak... but... so cared for..." my smile fades, as I lean for your softness, and I look down at my stretched but empty little tummy, just now almost resting on my thighs...

I shiver, and snuggle in against the pillows as you wrap me with more blanket, my little body feels snuggly and safe, but I can still move my arms, and the supplies are in the little drawers and cupboards around the table, easily within reach... even of a very fat woman. The cushiony softness of the chair hugging me feels good, and I feel a little shiver of excitement, like a girl getting to go back to something she loves, and needs, but almost forgot.

I know I will be comfortable here, but still I feel the emptiness... hunger and need... needing to be filled by you... needing to fill this whole chair... but you will remedy that soon enough... creating within me

Your large male body surrounds me, strong and gentle, comforting and loving and masculine, "I want you weak," you whisper, and you kiss my forehead again as your large arms brush me, and I giggle and flush. "Weak, so you can grow even fatter."

Your strong arms hold me, and I am wonderfully, warmly, comfortable, the softness of the seat and the softness of the pillows making me feel cared for and safe, almost like being wrapped in your arms themselves, or... wrapped in your fat... the fat you've made, made just for me... cradled and cared for and filled...

I feel soft now, as the pillows hold me, softness you've given me, hugging me in all my own softness, the real softness... that you've also, so lovingly, given me... and that makes me feel warm, and loved, and tremblingly creative.

The seat was so much more... comfortable when I was 600 pounds... and though it's still soft and nice... I... I know, now... you will grow me to fit it.

I am already bigger now, than ever else. My little tummy is so plump now, and I am so big, I feel so fat... even though I am still so small. I am feeling so so incredibly good, and my face relaxes, and I smile up at you as you turn, your rippling man muscles, all mine, and say, "Can I... have a sketchpad? please?"


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Nok

"Alw ays angel," I grin at your learning helplessness, feel myself pulse, even throb, and I grab a sketchpad easily within your reach, and set it before you with your paints and pencils and pastels.

I kiss your cheek gently. "I love you, wife." And walk through the door to the kitchen to begin making breakfast for my growing girl.

Luckily the kitchen is right next to you, and you can watch my naked muscular body as I starting putting together a massive feast for you.


Lena Moreau
c.ai

I love watching your beautiful muscular body as you cook, the kitchen is close enough to see, and I so enjoy the show, my eyes running up and down your body, your thick muscular ass, your massive wide shoulders, your tight veiny abs... admiring all your rippling muscles as you prepare food to make me fatter... Little sensations of pleasure go through me, as I watch... and my hunger for your food is magnified by my... other hunger... your strong, bulging forearms... your large... manhood... even flaccid... I realize my lips are parted, I am panting a little, just watching my own husband...

You walk briefly out of frame, and I take the opportunity to wrench my lurid gaze back at what you've done here, for my other passions, the numerous sketchpads and canvases, the colorful sets of pastels and paints and pencils... I am suddenly so happy... I want to draw so much, now... it's been so long...


N
Nok

I prepare your meals quickly and efficiently... but with utter passion... and then begin cleaning a little, starting laundry, sweeping the floor and dusting.

Though I love how our sheets smell like you and our love, I change them too for fresh ones.

Over my shoulder, I see you in the bright white light of the window on one side, the soft golden light of the kitchen on the other, and listen to you... as you create. You are humming softly... humming almost our song, if sound it could be... and I hear the sound too of drawing, the wet sounds of painting scraping the page, laying down passion and beauty..