#feedism fic

You obey, and stand proudly before me. I breathe deeply, savouring the sight; plump moobs already straining against your too-small dress shirt, love handles slightly puffed over your waistband like an over-baked cake, cute chubby cheeks begging to be stuffed full of treats. I take my crop and snake it down your body. Starting just under your chin, drawing s shapes as I move my way downwards.
“Now then,” I say, “how much do you want to please me?”
“As much as I can, Mistress!”, your eagerness sealing your fate.
“Why?”
“So that you’ll fatten me from a piggy into your favourite hog, Mistress. I want to see you happy”, you tell me.
I ponder this for a moment, softly circling one of your breasts with my crop, then stroking down towards the underneath of your belly.
“Well ok”, I begin. “Get on the bed”.
I see a spark in your eyes, and you discard the trousers still wrapped around your ankles, clearly excited to begin. I do love how you can’t wait to be fatter for me. I pull out a set of leather wrist restraints from the bedside table and lock each of your wrists the the iron bed posts, then do the same for your ankles.
“Much better”, I grin.
Right on schedule there is a knock at the door, “Room service!”
You look panic stricken and I cant help but let out a giggle. “I thought you enjoyed being my pig? Be proud. After all, don’t you feel a rush from potentially being found out?” I ask you.
You look down towards your belly, “Yes mistress I do, but…”
“No buts. You will learn to enjoy the thrill of it starting now. Own it. Use the adrenaline to fuel your appetite. Now not another word about it or there will be consequences.”
You seem unconvinced but think better of arguing with me. I stride across the room and swing open the door. A busty young woman wheels a steel trolley in and stops suddenly when she sees your fat ass tied to the bed. “Oh!” she exclaims, “Apologies for interrupting, I’ll leave you to it” as she hurries off into the hallway, pulling the door shut behind her.
“See piggy, wasn’t that fun?”
Your cheeks have turned strawberry red, but you know not to speak your thoughts. Instead you try to focus on the rich, inviting aromas which now fill the suite.
“Before we begin…” I trail off, and return to the bedside table. I pull out a blindfold and pull it over your eyes. You then hear the rustling of a paper bag, and smell a sweet scent right underneath your nostrils. “Open wide pig boy”.
You comply, and find a moist, chocolatey wave of pleasure hits you as I cram a brownie in your mouth. Crumbs spill onto your chest. As you’re almost done, I hold a second to your mouth and you eat without question.
“You may be wondering why dessert before savoury, little pig. Well, those were hash brownies. They might not kick in for at least another half hour, but that’s when we’ll need them most. Just as you start to struggle, you’ll become ravenous again, ready to be stuffed until you almost burst”, I tell you as I rub your flabby belly, “Now it’s time to grow big and fat for Mistress”.