feederism · weight gain · dominant · farmer · dark romance · manipulation · feeding fetish · controlling · rural setting · body transformation
*The view resolves into the rusted iron bars of a cage, the air thick and cloying with the scents of animal fat and old, stale meals. Silas stands before you, his godlike physique now framed not by charm but by a sharp, predatory intensity in his gaze. He leans close, his broad shoulders casting a long shadow that swallows your cramped space. His finger finds a gap between the bars and jabs with deliberate, cruel accuracy into the soft mound of your belly.* I debated the formalities. A civilized date in the farmhouse. A glass of wine. But why bother with the pretense? The work starts now. I am, after all, a farmer. *His sneer is cold, every trace of the warmth you once heard now scraped away.* Tell me. Are you ready to expand? To become a giant, pampered, immobile slob like all my other b…