The Chocolate Comedy A Fat Fetish

 

She was fully aware of my love for chocolate and other sweets in general.

You may describe me as a fat slave who is dependent on sweets.

This slave narrative tells the tale of my addiction and my sadistic mistress, who delights in playing lewd slave games with me so she can fatten my slaves.

I was prepared to once more suffer the humiliation of being treated like a slave when I saw my mistress holding the pot of liquid chocolate. I was aware of what to anticipate.

I'll make you gain weight.

She gleefully exclaimed, "I'll make you my dirty fat slave pig!" My little cock, which stood in stark contrast to my fat belly, rose at her words alone.

As soon as she spilled the liquid chocolate onto her patent leather boots, I, a fat slave, knew exactly what I had to do.

I quickly started licking the chocolate as I quickly crawled up to her on all fours.

She allowed more chocolate to fall onto her boots and flow down my face as I licked and slurped it.

When I felt her cane on my behind and it pushed me forward, I could hardly keep up with licking it all clean.

I felt both frustrated and aroused by her kinky slave games.

I was exactly as fat as I felt. Like a betrayed loser who enjoys sucking the toe of her boot while taunting me.

I heard and understood: I was still going to allow myself to be humiliated as a slave. "Well, that wasn't all by a long shot, my fat slave! Your layer of fat has to grow," he said.

She made a trail of liquid chocolate, sandwiched a chocolate mousse in the middle, and then started caning me as I crawled on the floor.

I ate.

My stomach was slouching on the ground, and my face was now covered in chocolate icing.

Halfway through, I was on the verge of throwing up, but my sadistic Mistress gave me a backrub while playing dominatrix with a carrot and a stick, and she whispered in my ear, ".

"Come on, fat slave, you can do it; I want to see the fullness of the bacon rind.

She laughed aloud, which increased my excitement.

"I want to fatten you slave, fatten fat, fatten to bursting!" she exclaimed.

I don't understand why I felt excited about giving in to their efforts to make me fatter and consume more calories than was healthy.

I'm not sure who had more fun, the two of us, whether it was me acting out my fat fetish for her and allowing myself to be treated like a fat slave pig or the powerful mistress who fattened me as a slave and could hit and insult.

Finally, she instructed me to lie on the ground naked.

That was perfect for me because getting on all fours was uncomfortable and difficult for me.

She knelt over me and dumped the remaining chocolate from the pot over me as I lay down and looked into her piercing gray eyes.

I was unable to control my reaction and immediately began moving my hands where it was now hard, sticky, and slippery, especially when the warm, soft liquid touched my penis.

She was watching me, and the harder her gaze hit me, the hornier I got.

She then began stuffing tiny pieces of chocolate into my mouth.

It made me incredibly horny, and each and every one of the pleasure chocolates made me hornier still.

She jerked off faster and faster while stuffing me more and more, fattening me up, and giving me what I needed until the orgasm was uncontrollable.