Kinktober 2022 #5: Force-Feeding/Funnel-Feeding

It was his first time bringing out the funnel.

“Is that, um. Is that really necessary?” she said with a nervous laugh.

“I think so. Your gains have been a little slow lately, haven’t they?” He inspected the funnel and the rubber tube attached to it, making sure everything was in order.

“I gained five pounds last month. That’s not exactly–”

“The goal was ten pounds. You made me promise I would help you gain a hundred pounds by the end of the year, and we’re coming up short.” He set the funnel aside and cupped her belly with one hand, lifting it and then letting it drop back down onto her thighs. She felt her mouth water a little, lust and greed working their way through her body and lighting up her nerve endings.

Still, she didn’t like the thought of the funnel. It seemed so extreme. She worried about whether she’d be able to breathe. “I could just have a shake instead?” she offered, trying to negotiate.

He shook his head and handed her the tube so she could put it in her mouth. “With the amount of calories we need to get into you, it would be too slow. You’d feel full too soon. The funnel is best.”

She breathed in deep through her nose. Well. If it would help… Her lips closed around the end of the funnel. She couldn’t stop tonguing it. Even though it wasn’t all that deep in her mouth, she felt her gag reflex kicking in and had to carefully breathe through her nose to calm herself.

Meanwhile, he was putting a few containers of the dense shake he’d prepared within easy reach. He knew it would leave her belly aching by the time they were done that evening. He could already envision the loud red stretch marks that would scrawl along her belly and love handles the next morning.

He looked over and saw the anxious look on her face. “Remember back when you asked for my help with this? Do you remember what you said your goal was?” She made eye contact with him and nodded. “You wanted a belly so big it would touch the floor when you were on all fours.” She hummed a little through the funnel, shifting a little in her spot on the couch. “Every sip of this shake is going to bring you closer to that.”

She looked determined then. He took the funnel in his hand and held it up high so gravity could do the work and pull it straight into her mouth. Thousands of calories of heavy cream and cake mix, peanut butter, corn syrup – anything they had that would broaden her waistline. “You ready?” he asked. She nodded. She was so good at this – so eager to be fattened up.

He poured the first container of the shake into the funnel, slowly at first. She drank it greedily. He sped up, and he could see her throat working faster as she fell into a rhythm, chugging as she rubbed her hands over her bare stomach. He smiled at how pudgy her fingers were getting, the way they sank into her stretch-marked softness. She finished the first container – an entire half-gallon. Given she’d already had a heavy dinner just before, he was impressed.

He began to pour the second container in, and again she fell into a rhythm, even as her middle swelled visibly. He knew she was struggling more than she let on. Her belly surged forward with each thick gulp, her legs spreading unconsciously to give herself more room. Such a greedy piglet, wasn’t she?

Soon enough, she’d finished the last gulp. A full gallon, totaling close to six thousand calories, roiled in her stomach. She hiccupped a little, and for a moment he was worried they’d pushed her too far, that everything might come right back up. She was a trooper, though, taking the deepest breaths she could manage. She looked exhausted, tummy aching fiercely, but very proud of herself.

The funnel didn’t seem quite so scary to her anymore. She hoped he had everything to make another batch for her to drink the next night. She had to work hard if she wanted to achieve her goals.