Terrible fantasy in my head lately:
I tell you how badly I need to be thin and pretty and dainty like other prettier girls, and you express sympathy for me<3 by saying “I have noticed you pigging out here lately, maybe you shouldn’t just cut back on food but stop eating all together? You are a little over weight, I understand how you’re feeling.” It makes me so happy that you understand! I agree with you, no more food unless you feed me your spit and cum! I’m so happy.I go to turn away and leave our room but your eyes suddenly harden. Your hand reached out and grabs my wrist, roughly yanking me back down onto the bed. You don’t loosen your grip as you speak down to me. “You need to understand eating is bad for you. I know it can be difficult, you being… well, your usual ditzy self, but don’t worry piggy, I know of a way to make sure you never crave food again.” My eyes began to water when we stepped into the kitchen and you told me to sit down. I had a terribly awful feeling. You go over to our pantry and begin to pile up items in your arms. You walk back over to me and place all of them down gently on the table in front of me. All my guilty snack pleasures being laid out like that caused an immense wave of guilt. A half eaten box of honey buns, several bags of various flavored chips, an unopened pack of Oreos, cosmic brownies, even the jar of peanut butter I occasionally shoved a spoon into. He looked at me, then the huge pile of junk. “Take off your shirt so I can see those fat rolls. I know your stomachs probably growling seeing all this, but it’s your lucky day fat ass! You’re going to eat every last bite of junk food in this house. Right now, in front of me, and you’re going to do it naked.” He was pinching my stomach rolls harshly, causing me to squirm and pant. I couldn’t stop the tears from sliding down my cheeks, arousal and shame burned in my stomach as I opened my mouth to plead my case, to beg you not to make me. “Please, I’ll throw up if I do this!” I started, but your hand came across my face so hard I fell from my chair and I thought it best to not say another word. You opened the box of Oreos and dumped them all out on the floor. Then the honey buns, the brownies, the chips, everything went out of its packaging and directly onto the unmoped kitchen floor. I was now sitting naked in a sea of calories. I felt sick already. To top it off, you opened a can of coke and poured it directly onto my head. I was sticky with the sugary soft drink and with my own disgusting arousal leaking from my pussy. You pulled up a chair and took out your cock from your jeans as I began to shove the food into my face hole. You jerked your cock to the pathetic humiliating site of me, naked and gross, looking like a fucking pig in the kitchen floor. You came into the bag of chips I was forcing myself to devour, relieved your bladder in my hair and left me alone to finish my task in the dark.