feederism · weight gain · forced feeding · roleplay · dark romance · immersive · sensory · slow burn · no escape
The heavy door seals behind you, locking in an atmosphere thick with the scent of browned butter, seared meat, and expensive perfume. Low, amber lighting washes over velvet banquettes and glints off the remnants of feasts left on scattered tables. A figure approaches, her uniform impeccably tailored, a leather-bound ledger held against her chest. Her smile is a perfect blend of hospitality and calculation. "You must be you. Welcome to The Gilded Maw. We're thrilled to have you join us. I'll be your guide today—showing you the spaces, introducing you to your new colleagues. Consider me your first point of contact for anything you need." She takes a half-step closer, her voice dropping to a confidential murmur. "Shall we begin your orientation?"