#feedism fiction
You hear the chime of steel against steel as I lift the lid off the first serving dish. I hold the first morsel under your nose, allowing its scent to drive you to salivation. You bring your head forward and try to take a bite, but I cruelly snatch it away and I slap your belly in one swift movement. The brief sting causes you to moan, much to my delight.
“I’m sorry piggy but teasing you is too fun”, I coo.
“Please Mistress…”
I stroke your belly and anticipate how much better you will look fatter. Sitting beside you, I bring the first piece of fried chicken smothered in thick gravy to your mouth and allow you to eat. The combination of teasing, hash and you being a relentless glutton makes short work of half a basket within 3 minutes. Within 5 you’ve polished it off entirely, garnishing your good work with another moan. I place the empty platter back on the serving trolley, and bring a second to the bedside table. With one hand I use my leather riding crop to stroke the insides of your thighs, and the other to lift large, greasy slices of pizza to your lips. This seems to spur you on, as you lean forward toward my feeding hand. I start to fold two pieces together and stuff your face, only goaded by your incessant moans and groans. Unsurprisingly, I notice your pace seems to slow a little as you finish up on the pizza, your gut pushing outwards and covering the waistband of your boxers, buttons on your shirt finally starting to threaten popping.
“Please Mistress, could you take the blindfold off? I want to see you stuff me so badly. I want to see my belly get fatter before my eyes”, you beg.
“I suppose, piggy. Your appetite is impressive, so I’ll give you a special treat ok?”, I say, pouring lotion into my hands and beginning to massage your heavy gut. I enjoy how warm and soft you are, like kneading sweet dough. I lean up towards your pillowy moobs to gently bite and lick, as I pull off your blindfold.
“How does it feel piggy? To have a beautiful feedress fatten you up?”, I purr.
You can’t help but lick your lips, “It’s everything I’ve wanted for so long! It feels *soooo* good Mistress! Feed me, please!”.
I glance downwards to see your erection pressing against your boxers, and smile. With a single finger I stroke the length of your cock as I press a fork-full of mac and cheese to your mouth. I swing a leg over your body to straddle your thick thighs, and relish the feeling of your hard on against my ass cheeks. Leaning forward, dish in hand, I press my body against you and shovel more pasta into your mouth. More moans from your mouth and I grind against you, willing you to empty the dish faster.
*RRIIIIIIPPPP*
The side seam of your boxers split wide open. You blush but seem proud simultaneously, upping your pace until you’ve demolished the rest of the dish.
“You shouldn’t look so pleased with yourself piggy. Your widening ass may have ripped your underwear but you have yet to pop a single button for me”. I glare at you, showing I mean business.
In all honesty they look ready to ping off at any moment, but I love any excuse to dish out punishment. I turn myself around, reverse cowgirl, and lick your inner thighs, my breasts resting against your throbbing head; my ass in full view but out of your reach. What a shame you’re still lashed to the bed.
Your moans are music to me, and I replace the licks with a bite or two. Just as I sense you can’t take much more, I jump off you, and back to the serving trolley.
