A piece written for me by a submissive good boy ๐
I was wa..
🕑 Added 2023-03-22 18:14:27 +0000 UTC
A piece written for me by a submissive good boy ๐
I was waiting in the lobby of a busy restaurant, when my reality and entire world was about to change, as this colossal woman waddled into the restaurant. She was massive. And when I say massive, I mean she had her own gravitational pull. She had her own orbit, which I was undeniably attracted to. Pulled in like the poles of a magnet. With each step, she struggled to push one massive thunder thigh past the other. Labored breathing, she was clearly out of shape. A behemoth of a woman, she needed two seats to compensate for her wide, blubbery, cellulite-ridden ass.
As she approached me, I feared that I would not be able to resist such a greedy, gluttonous Goddess. And boy, was my intuition correct. She proceeded to bump her overfed, bloated gut into me as she panted and gasped trying to sit. Whether on accident or on purpose, it was destined and cemented in divine timing. "Oops," she smirked as she looked back over her exquisite back fat, seeing me flustered, face red, and clearly still processing what just happened. She knew what she was doing. And she was only getting started.
She continued, "you know, it's hard to keep this gut under control, it's so heavy and it seems to have a mind of its own. Are you alright? I hope I didn't hit you too hard..."
"Yes, Ma'am. I mean, I'm fine, thank you!" my eyes started to nervously dart around, struggling to avoid her unavoidable gaze. It was like she commanded my attention. I was compelled by an unseen force.
"Well, aren't you a polite little gentleman! Such manners you have. I could use a strapping, fit man like you around the house!" Her laugh boomed throughout the restaurant, which made her belly ripple with waves like a sea of fat.
"Well, Ma'am, I'd be honored to offer my services and help with whatever task you need done."
"Good, you start now. Come help me get seated at my booth, and let's have a nice dinner together. I'll discuss my terms with you while I'm gorging on my first plate. I'm sure you understand it takes a LOT to keep me from withering away." She winked and stuck her tongue out, knowing she just successfully pounced and hunted her new sub with ease.
As she gluttonously devoured rib after rib, countless plates of fries, and gravy-smothered mashed potatoes, she proceeded to tell me what I needed to do to satisfy her.
"You'll be required to *urrp* keep me constantly fed. I always need *hic* more. MORE. It's never enough. *BWUOOOORRRRPPP* Ahh, that's much better.
Also, I expect you to worship and encourage me for being a perfect, insatiable Goddess. Mmm, nothing brings me more joy than having a submissive, skinny guy like you serve me and cater to my every whim and desire. And don't you dare think for a moment that I'm going to share any of MY food. You'll be lucky if *urrrrp* you get any of the crumbs that fall on top of you as I'm sitting on top of you as my throne, glutting myself and gorging endlessly. I'll probably forget you're under me, to be honest. But I don't think you'd complain, you'd be lucky and privileged to serve as your royal fat queen's throne.
And for now, those are my terms. They are subject to change of course, so I may add more duties for you to tend to. I doubt I have to ask if you'll accept, I'm sure you're already hooked and addicted to my energy and presence. That's okay, that should subside after a while, but enjoy it now. You are now under my gluttony and greed's control, and it is inescapable."
Stunned and in disbelief if this was really happening, I happily obliged. This has been my dream since time immemorial. I would jump at any opportunity to submit to a wonderful, divine, superior Goddess.
"Yes, Goddess, I accept. I am beyond happy to serve and submit to you. I'm not sure if there are words in any known language to describe how ecstatic I am to have found my natural place, below you, existing merely for your pleasure."
"Good boy. Now help your Queen shuffle out of this booth, and drive me home safely. Let's stop at a few drive throughs on the way home, though. I think the walk from here to the car will expend the equivalent amount of calories as three separate meals from three different places. When we get home, you are to undress me, and feed me every bite, while caressing and rubbing my gorgeous, hot, fat gut."
To be continued...
