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🕑 Added 2024-12-15 12:00:11 +0000 UTC When we first started dating, I didn’t tell you much about my job at Entenmann’s, but soon enough, you saw what it meant. Every day, I’d bring home boxes of brownies, cakes, and donuts. At first, you thought it was just a sweet gesture, but I knew better. You couldn’t resist. I could see the way your eyes would linger on the sugary treats, and before long, you started gobbling them down. I’d leave them out for you to finish. It didn’t take long before you couldn’t stop eating, and I made sure you knew it. You’d eat everything in sight, your face reddening with shame each time I caught you, but you couldn't stop.Your body started to show the consequences of it all, and I made sure you noticed. You’d try to work out, go to the gym, but I could see the effort fading as your body grew heavy and sluggish. You didn’t have the energy to keep up with your usual routines, so I made sure to feed you more. You stopped going to the gym altogether, and soon you stopped visiting your friends too. You spent your days smoking weed and working your way through the endless boxes of treats I brought home for you. I knew it embarrassed you—seeing your body swelling like a lard-filled water balloon, your clothes getting tighter, your once-lean frame becoming unrecognizable—but I didn’t care. The more you ate, the more I pushed you, knowing that every bite made you weaker, more dependent on me.You’d try to hide it, but I saw how it was affecting you. Your face was fuller, your belly softer, your movements slower. You couldn’t even look at yourself in the mirror without feeling embarrassed by the changes. But that didn’t stop me. I kept feeding you, and you kept eating. Every day, it was the same routine, and I knew you were stuck in the stupid pig cycle of overeating, jerking off, and falling asleep. Then you'd wake up and restart the loop. You were ashamed by what was happening, but you couldn’t fight it. The weight kept piling on, and I loved watching you lose control, seeing you become helplessly addicted to food. It was even more deliciously satisfying knowing that it was me who had pushed you to this point.
