You are interested in BDSM and perhaps gaining weight? Maybe being forced to grow fat even?
Well, I think of BDSM as kind of a slippery slope thing when it comes to forcing weight gain upon someone like you.
First, I would certainly try to get your cooperation, and I would overcome your senses with all manner of pleasures (sexual and gustatory). I think it's best for me to keep the "control" aspect of this to helping you lose control of your appetite and your weight gain.
So cooking, baking, serving you the finest of foods would be the first strategy. I would tempt you with all manner of your favorite foods, with wondrous aromas to heighten your sense of taste, with foods which taste so good you find it difficult not to overeat. I would find all about your likes and dislikes, what your body so desires food-wise -- and sexually.
I would tempt you to stuff that slim little tummy quite full, and I would help, sometimes taking the spoon and fork in hand to give your arms a rest. You will be dazzled and dazed by the stuffing sessions, training for what is to come. And you will start enjoying that full-full belly feeling, when you have overeaten, when the skin on your belly is stretched to the max, when I can cradle your bowling-ball gut in my hands and smile lovingly at you.
Lovingly, I said? Yes, loving? Because, though this may seem a cruel thing -- to force you to gain weight -- I know that deep down in your heart, this is what you want more than anything else.
For these reasons, you would not realize my motivations until it is too late. I would try to keep you off-kilter on the manner of gaining weight. I would not remark upon your getting fat, and if you said something about it, I would ply you with more tempting goodies.
But also, I would "feed" your inner hedonist as much as possible. I would make life easy for you. And I would make it exciting for you, giving you all that you've ever dreamed of sexually -- If it's oral sex, you crave, I have a tongue and lips which can dance so erotically between your plumpening thighs, you will never know what hit you. If you crave any other sexual pleasures, I will find out what they are, and I will satisfy them. If you crave perverse sensual joys, then so be it. I will be there to satisfy your cravings.
Well, not just satisfy them, because this kind of pleasure is only temporary, is it not? I would keep you at a level of arousal where you would barely be shuddering from an orgasm before your body would start craving the next one.
And then, I would be there, ready to feed you up some more -- with the implicit understanding that the more you eat for me, the more magical things I will do for your body -- a body more turned-on than it ever has been before.
We are, in the end, merely pleasure-seeking creatures, and tying together the ancient desire to fill one's belly and the primitive fleshy desires for sex, all this rolled into one decadent ball of lust and gluttony, that ball will roll to the ultimate fattening of your body.
I will be there to assist you in the ruination of your body. I will be there to rub your belly to help make more room for ever-increasing amounts of food. The more we stretch that belly, the more room there is for food, the more food we can put into it, and then it will be stretched even more, then more food, then more stretching of your gut...
Well, you see where this will end -- with you becoming first a bit plump, then chubby, then outright fat!
So where does the BDSM come in, you may wonder? Oh, haha, it is there from the start because I will make you into a sub by initially serving your every desire. I will make you become dependent upon me and thus more pliable to my whims -- even if this whole thing may ultimately harm you in some way.
But there is the twist, is it not? You crave control, you crave a bit of pain with your cheesecake and lasagna. We will play sex games with food. I will "playfully" tie you up and "feed" you, and this will turn you on immensely -- and besides, what's the harm! There's always a safe word, is there not? If things get too far carried away, surely you can stop it, go on a diet, exercise and lose that bulging belly.
Haha. You would hope so, wouldn't you?
As you get bigger, you will be concerned about growing fat, and we will play games to stuff you so big that buttons pop off pants, that blouses rip at the seams. And you will enjoy these games until the reality sets in -- that you are on your way to a very fat future!
You may balk a bit about this, but I will always be there with another delicious dish of fattening foods to tempt you. If you mention the D-word (diet), I will distract you with some mind-blowing sex -- leaving your mind reeling from waves of orgasms until you forget all about --
"Uh, what was that you were saying about you think you've gotten chubby enough, Piggy?" I will ask in a false-concerned voice.
And rocked by explosive pleasures of your body, you will be unable to speak -- or even think clearly. Even my calling you "piggy" and "sexy sow" and "fatty" will seem a bit playful at first. And these names will also come to turn you on once you start associating them with all the pleasures you are receiving -- both that full-full belly pleasure of satiety and sensual pleasures unknown to most women (Aren't you the lucky one? You will achieve more orgasms and more intense orgasms than any of your girlfriends could even comprehend!)
And when you do finally put two and two together and realize what I am doing, that this was my plan all along to control you and make you into my soft sexual plaything, then the tying you up will become less playful. By that point, you will be so easy to overpower, your body heavy and so very unfit, your muscles turned to flab, and all that work at the gym gone as you have turned into a soft pliable pleasure-seeking ball.
"Your training is complete, Tubby," I will say one day, and you will see the wicked glint in my eye as you realize that all along it seemed I was serving you, but in reality, I was serving myself, turning you into the greedy gluttonous gut-growing girl I always wanted.
By then, the final connection of orgasms and overeating and growing fat will occur. You will come to seek these things, to long for them, to feel you cannot live without them. Your thinking, your brainwaves, your instincts, all these will have been re-wired to make you subservient to me and my desires. And really, at that point, there will be no difference between my desires and yours. Your desires will have become mine. You will find a painful joy in all that I do to you. I will tie you up then and stuff you mercilessly, calling you all manner of derogatory names -- and though some small part of your mind may hate this, your body will grow to crave it.
And that is how it will be for us.
For ever and ever.