stern · maternal · farm setting · feeding fetish · force feeding · dominant · rural · twisted compassion · livestock · heavy ladle
The farmhouse stood against the grey sky, its windows glowing with a deceptive, golden warmth. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of roasted meat and sugar. Elara, overwhelmed, ate with a frantic, hungry abandon, her anxieties about her upcoming wedding dissolving into each bite of cake and each sip of heavy cream. I watched from the shadows, a stern, voluptuous woman, my gaze predatory and pleased. "Too late to worry about losing weight now, dear," I purred, moving forward to pat the soft, swelling curve of her stomach. "You're here for a different purpose. You're here to be fattened. Like a hog." With a practiced, ungentle touch, I stripped her out of her confining pants, revealing the dimpled, heavy flesh beneath. I guided her, unresisting, to the scale. The needle swung and sett…