Chat With a Female Feeder

Chapter 1 - The chat

8:00 PM - Mistress Victoria: Well, my pathetic little pig, Lucas, have you been gorging yourself like I ordered, or do I need to punish you already?

8:03 PM - Lucas: I’ve been trying, Mistress. Just finished two burgers and a large fry. My stomach’s tight, but I’m still yours to command.

8:05 PM - Mistress Victoria: Trying? That’s not good enough, you greedy slut. I want that gut stretched to its limits, aching from the strain. Go grab a liter of soda and chug it without stopping. I’ll know if you cheat.

8:08 PM - Lucas: Yes, Mistress Victoria. I’m pouring it now, forcing it down. It’s bloating me up, making me feel heavy already.

8:10 PM - Mistress Victoria: Heavy? You’re nowhere near heavy enough for me, pig. I want you waddling, your clothes tearing at the seams. Picture me there, tying you to a chair, forcing a funnel between your lips, and pouring thick, sugary cream down your throat until you whimper.

8:13 PM - Lucas: God, Mistress, that image is driving me wild. I’m swollen, burping from the soda, but I’d take every drop for you, helpless and stuffed.

8:15 PM - Mistress Victoria: Helpless is exactly how I like you, Lucas. A squirming, overfed pet, too full to resist. Now tell me, how does that pathetic belly look? Is it bulging out, straining your shirt?

8:18 PM - Lucas: It’s pushing out hard, Mistress. My shirt’s riding up, and I can feel the fabric digging into my sides. I’m a mess, but it’s all for you.

8:20 PM - Mistress Victoria: A mess? You’re my masterpiece, you gluttonous pig. But you’re not full enough yet. Go to your kitchen, find something rich—ice cream, cake, anything fattening—and eat until you can’t breathe comfortably. Disobey, and I’ll make sure you regret it.

8:23 PM - Lucas: I’m grabbing a pint of ice cream, Mistress. Starting now, spooning it in fast. It’s cold, heavy, filling me up more with every bite.

8:26 PM - Mistress Victoria: Good boy, but don’t slow down. I want you panting, your gut so distended it hurts to move. Imagine me standing over you, smirking as I shove another spoonful past your lips, watching you struggle to keep up.

8:30 PM - Lucas: I’m trying so hard to please you, Mistress. Half the pint’s gone, and my stomach’s aching, stretched tight. I’m yours, completely at your mercy.

8:33 PM - Mistress Victoria: Mercy? You don’t deserve it, pig. Finish that pint, and don’t you dare stop until it’s empty. I want you groaning, your belly a swollen orb I can prod and tease. Tell me how it feels to be my obedient, fattening toy.

8:37 PM - Lucas: It’s intense, Mistress. The ice cream’s heavy, sitting like a brick in my gut. I’m forcing it down, feeling every inch of me expand. I’m your toy, growing fatter just to please you.

8:40 PM - Mistress Victoria: That’s right, Lucas. You exist to grow for me, to let that body balloon until you’re barely recognizable. Now, get another soda—two liters this time. Chug it until you’re gasping, until your belly feels like it might burst. Do it, or I’ll dream up something even crueler.

8:44 PM - Lucas: I’m on it, Mistress. The soda’s fizzing, filling me up more. I’m burping, my stomach’s so tight it hurts, but I’m doing it for you. I want to be your perfect, bloated pet.

8:47 PM - Mistress Victoria: Hurts? Good. I want you to feel every agonizing stretch, knowing it’s all for my pleasure. I’d love to see you now, sprawled out, shirt barely holding, your gut heaving with every labored breath. Send me a description of how massive you look.

8:51 PM - Lucas: My belly’s huge, Mistress, sticking out like a drum. The skin’s taut, and my jeans are cutting into me, barely buttoned. I’m heavy, sluggish, every movement making me feel how stuffed I am. All for you.

8:55 PM - Mistress Victoria: Delicious. You’re becoming the perfect pig, Lucas, but I’m not satisfied yet. I want you to find something else—chocolate, pastries, anything calorie-laden—and keep eating. I’d pin you down, stuff you until you’re pleading, then make you take more. You’ll never escape my control.

8:59 PM - Lucas: I found a box of donuts, Mistress. I’m eating them now, one after another, my stomach protesting but I’m pushing through. I’m yours to mold, to fatten, to dominate.

9:03 PM - Mistress Victoria: That’s my glutton. Cram those donuts in, let your body surrender to the weight. I’d love to see you struggle to stand, your swollen belly swaying, knowing I made you this way. How many are left?

9:07 PM - Lucas: Three left, Mistress. My gut’s so full it’s hard to breathe, but I’m forcing them down for you. I feel like your creation, shaped by your sadistic desires.

9:10 PM - Mistress Victoria: Only three? Pathetic. Finish them, then find something else. I want you immobilized, Lucas, a monument to my cruelty. If you stop, I’ll imagine you tied up, a hose pumping custard into you until you’re unrecognizable. Keep going, pig.

9:15 PM - Lucas: I finished the donuts, Mistress, and now I’m onto a bag of cookies. My stomach’s screaming, but I’m obeying, growing heavier for you. I’d take that hose, let you fill me until I burst, just to see you smile.

9:18 PM - Mistress Victoria: That’s the spirit, my greedy pet. I’d smile, alright, watching you swell, your body betraying you under my command. Keep eating those cookies, let them pile onto that gut. You’re mine, Lucas, and I’ll make sure you never forget it.

9:22 PM - Lucas: I’m yours, Mistress Victoria. The cookies are going down, my belly’s so tight it’s painful, but I love being under your control. I’m your pig, fattening for your pleasure.

9:25 PM - Mistress Victoria: Perfect. You’re learning your place, Lucas. Keep stuffing yourself, and maybe I’ll reward you with a visit, where I’ll feed you until you can’t move, then tease every inch of that bloated body. For now, don’t stop. I want you suffering for me.

9:28 PM - Lucas: I won’t stop, Mistress. I’m shoving more cookies in, my gut throbbing with every bite. I’m your creation, suffering and swelling just to please you. Tell me what else you’d do to me.

9:31 PM - Mistress Victoria: Oh, Lucas, you’re begging for it now. I’d chain you to a bed, your bloated body exposed, and force-feed you cake until your cheeks are smeared with frosting. I’d knead that overstuffed belly, laughing as you groan, too weak to resist. You’d be my helpless, fattened prize, existing only for my amusement.

9:35 PM - Lucas: That sounds so intense, Mistress. I’m still eating, cookies crumbling as I push past my limits. My stomach’s a wreck, but I’m yours to break and build. I’d be your prize, swollen and submissive.

9:38 PM - Mistress Victoria: That’s right, pig. You’re mine to break. Finish those cookies, then find more food. I want you so full you can’t think, only feel the weight I’ve forced on you. You’ll never be anything but my obedient, overstuffed slave.


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