Hedonism Also story yay :
Added 2025-09-21 07:42:39 +0000 UTCI don’t even know when it started. Maybe it was just me being lazy, skipping workouts, letting myself snack a little too much. But it’s not just me anymore. It’s her. Always her. Her voice, her touch, always in my head.
“Look at you,” she breathes against my ear, and I swear my knees go weak, “getting soft already. My greedy little piggy.”
God, I hate how much it makes me ache. I should be disgusted, but instead my whole body burns.
Every day feels like she’s winding me tighter. I eat because I can’t stop. Because I don’t want to stop. And every time I feel my clothes dig into my skin, every button straining, I hear her laughing softly, praising me. And I blush. Like I want her to see me like this.
“Every pound is mine,” she whispers, voice like velvet, “every curve proof you belong to me. Too weak to stop. Too desperate to resist.”
The mirror is her stage now. I stand there late at night, touching the new softness on my body with trembling hands, cheeks hot, biting my lip. I can’t even look away. It’s like I’m worshipping her through my reflection.
“When you’re nothing but my spoiled, stuffed piggy,” she murmurs, “you’ll beg me to never let you go.”
And I believe her. God, I want to believe her.
So I whisper back, my voice breaking, shame burning through me, desire tangled with it all:
“I’m already your fat, disgusting piggy.”
And when the shiver rolls through me, when my knees nearly give out... it doesn’t feel like shame anymore.
It feels like hers.
