Force feeding stories

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A girl finds herself unable to resist her Mistress, and winds up tied up and delightfully force fed. Just a short little one off for the holidays. BBW, force feeding, female dominate, sexual content, some name calling, part of the Colton Force feeding stories. This is just a fantasy story meant to hopefully get your jollies off and maybe encourage a few fantasy scenarios or delightful erotic or non erotic binges. I hope you all enjoy and get what you want from it. Happy holiday of choice. Mistress grinned circling the girl tied up to the chair. She made a shhh noise and petted her head.

The girls whimpers quieted. Her pretty chubby face was flushed and shiny with sweat. Her lipstick long since rubbed away and replaced with a smear of sauces and crumbs. We talked about this. You asked to be stuffed and fed. Pampered and forced to eat.

Fattened hugely and properly. You were very clear, and I was very clear. Only ask for what you are sure you want. The girl in the chair shifted as much as she could. It was true. She had been warned.

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Mistress had been clear. But she had asked. She had begged. Over and over she said it would be the last time. At first it had been simple. A few playful phone calls, some messages and instructions on what to order on her way home.

Watch a video, listen to a loop, eat an entire pizza while doing XY-Z. Than finally a few heavy meals with mistress encouraging her in person. A few stuffing sessions in her home. More and more. Each time she was the one who sought out Mistress, not the other way around. But now her girth and weight were expanding out of control.

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Faster and faster it seemed like, she was slower but her need for new clothes was far more frequent. She spilled out of tops with ample cleavage, her belly and hips pours out over her biggest pants, her thighs and rump kept nearly anything from being pulled up over them.

Dimples and rolls, heavy thick pounds of fat all over her frame. You could sink an entire hand into the Force feeding stories fatness of her sides. Her face had rounded up to two chins and even her hands had turned into pudgy digits. She had started at pounds when this started an average woman. She had more then double her weight by adding plus pounds in the past 18 months. At least that was what she scale and said the last time she had been able to push her belly out oft he way to see the s. But that had been a while ago.

It turned her on. She had been lightly snacking before she weighed. Had decided to see the damage before she deleted Mistresses contacts. But as she saw those s on the scale, her resolve had dissolved into a fit of hunger pains and need. She had moaned turned to the cabinets she had chosen to weight her self in the kitchen of all places and desperately threw them open trying to find something, anything to eat. All the while rubbing her belly and lower. Moaning and fumbling for food.

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Gorging and groaning. It was automatic. There was no stopping her. It was like a switch flipped and she did what came naturally. Which was to gorge and give in. And when she was done, after she lay splayed on the kitchen floor, breathing heavy, rubbing her swollen belly, face and hands covered in food, the kitchen a mess, she had managed to lever herself Force feeding stories it had taken a while and waddle over to her phone. With trembling fingers she sent a text to mistress begging her for another session, for anything anytime anywhere in any form. She had a job, but she was on probation due to spotty attendance.

But she hardly noticed, everything was about seeking out that next meal, her next gain that next stuffing with Mistress. You had to earn your meeting. You had to obey Mistress in all things during the meeting. You had to eat everything she told you to, no matter how much, no matter how long it took.

Mistress would agree to meet with her. Sometimes those outings would feel like they took forever, but after a few such deals they felt like too short of a time when she considered how much food she had to eat. Mistress would agree to meet and feed her if she spent an entire day eating and wearing a vibrator in her panties with a remote control being used by an unseen mistress. Mistress would agree to a meeting if the girl went to a pastry shop and ordered more and more boxes of pastries until Mistress decided to come collect her. The girl had nearly passed out in blissful sugary gorge and had been hauled out by Mistress at closing time.

Where she then proceeded to fill the girl nearly nonstop for the rest of the weekend. Mistress would agree to a meeting if the girl got on camera and ate everything Mistress had delivered to her. For two days the girl gorged and orgasmed every time Mistress sent her a text telling her she was allowed to touch herself. Mistress arrived on the third day with a tiny outfit and took the bloated whale of a feeder girl to her favorite restaurant Oinkers and then back to her place. The rest of the week had been glorious.

Gorges and gentle feedings mixed with belly rubs and force feeding. She lost track of pleasure and time. But it was nearly a month after that lost week that the girl had decided this was it. She was Force feeding stories to lose her job at Colton Corp. She was going to lose her apartment, she had ripped her last set of pants.

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She had to stop this. There had been no deal this time. Mistress had simply came to collect her within an hour of her messaging her. She had blindfolded her, and they were in a place she had never been before. Mistress had been feeding her for what felt like hours.

She was tied to a chair wearing pink panties, a pink bra and a pink plaid button down straining at the buttons. Her hair was tied back and the mask kept her from seeing the trays of food left to eat. Her fat pillowy arms, weak from doing nothing much more then feeding herself, were bound to the chair, and her legs bound at the ankle spreading her legs wide. She gasped as she felt Mistress run her nails along her swollen belly flesh. Mistress grabbed a particularly tasty side roll and squeezed causing the girl to yelp.

The girl froze. Mistress knew. She always knew. How did she always know? She opened her mouth to question but a slice of cake was fed into it. She obediently chewed. She gasped around the bite and chewed quicker, the vibrator snug against her flicking on automatically as she ate. She Force feeding stories so much time during these sessions, from eating and coming and passing out from the combination of ecstasies. You could always just. The girl was bucking against her restraints, her world shrinking to the vibrations and the food.

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Her fat quivered as she did. Her doughy arms flexing as much as they could with their lack of muscle tone. Her thick thigh which had to be spread ever so much wider now that they had thickened to such extent. Her belly rolled forward out from under her straining top in two shapely rolls that covered her underwear and actually brushed the top of the chair she sat on.

She had been bound at an angle so her hips were thrust forward and her belly, when she bucked just right, and when it was full enough, slapped just the right place between her thighs right on the vibrator. Her hips and rump were wide enough that even in the oversized chair they had started to overflow.

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All of her softy doughy body bucked and quivered, like thick pudding. Her breasts strained and finally the shirt buttons gave way popping one after another giving her breathing room, feeding room, and allowing more of her flesh to expand. Mistress leaned down, the girl felt her presence closer to her and muttered quite pleas for Mistress to touch her. Mistress reached down to the girls wide body, the girl strained to get closer. But mistress only unhooked clasp on the bra. Swollen and demanding attention, her nipples stood out as her heavy fleshy breasts Force feeding stories free.

Mistress grabbed and kneaded them causing wordless cries from the girl. That there was any willpower left? There is no going back. There is only getting fatter. You know you were made for this, meant for this. Have you ever felt this good? No, nothing feel. She needed release But she was so full.

She needed to release. She needed more food. Needed permission. She opened her mouth to repeat any of the mantras she Mistress had taught her, to appease her, anything. The girl felt a chill go up her spine, her entire fattened body quivering in need and fear. She finished the cupcake and felt the feeling of a rubber tube being slid between her lips. She was confused, she had been funnel fed before, but this felt. Her body stiffened as the first of the thick shake hit her tongue Her eyes were rolling back in pleasure under the mask.

But somewhere in the back of her mind she felt something was off. Suddenly the mask was removed and the girl blinked one her eyes in the dimly lit room. The place was not one they had been in before. It was similar to the lab rooms at Force feeding stories, but made over to be more homey. Her thoughts melted as the vibrator turned on full force and the shake continued to flow.

Force feeding stories

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