Force Feeding Story Novels & Stories

Just as I approached the seat, he pulled me over and made me sit on his thighs, breathing deeply the moment he inhaled my scent, “That’s my girl,” he lets out proudly, pulling me closer. I felt safe in his arms, and I knew in my heart that this was so much better than me refusing to sit like he instructed and ending up getting strangled and bullied by him. He forced me to sit on his legs, making me sit on his hard dick. Then he picked up his spoon and he spoon-fed me like a baby, forcing the food into my mouth the first few times when I refused to open up for him.

Fred said when Anny went to the bathroom to avoid getting dress before him After Anny get dressed she came back into the room and sit on the chair with Fred so they could eat you dont have to eat yourself tonight, am going to feed you Fred said to her, Anny look shocked why will he feed me? Anny thought since I get you mad, I will not let you use your hand to eat as my punishment Fred said to her letting her know why he wants to feed her oh! Anny let out and decide to go with the flow, Fred start feeding Anny like a child, he is really careful while feeding her, Anny feel uncomfortable as Fred feed her, she is the one getting punishment not Fred, Anny thought and furrow her brow you should

Surrounded by the crowd's excitement, Xander blushed and reluctantly bit down on one end of the cookie. The butter cookie was so fragile that it quickly teetered on the verge of breaking. To keep it from falling, Xander and Natasha had no choice but to inch closer. The crowd grew louder, chanting, "Kiss! Kiss!" Finally, their lips brushed against each other. With a sharp crack, the cookie shattered and fell to the floor. Xander's earlobes quickly turned red, and he lowered his gaze, his lashes trembling. It was obvious he felt something for Natasha.

in his hands. His shoulders shook, and I noticed he was sobbing. Quiet, stifled sobbing appeared to emanate from deep within him. I did not think. I just sat next him on the bed, drawing him into my arms. He stiffened for a second before melting against me, pressing his face into my shoulder. "It's okay," I said softly, stroking his hair. "You're fine." "I got you." We remained there for a long time, until Blair's sobs turned into soft sniffles. He finally pushed away, wiping his face with shaky hands. "I'm sorry," he repeated, his voice rough. "I didn't intend to..." "I thought you were somebody else." "Emma?" I asked gently. Blair flinched at the name, but then nodded. "My old nanny. When

I forced a smile and took another bite, trying to shake off the annoying taste but focus on the hard work spent to achieve it. “Eat up.” He added more side dishes and forced me to eat them. Not to be mean, but everything he made tasted terrible. As I forced myself to eat them, he kept rambling on how he almost went crazy trying to find the perfect meal and how he didn’t want to disappoint me. His stories were a strong enough driving force to push me to finish the meal. When I had the last bite of the pancake, I took a gulp of water, glad the water didn’t contain anything annoying.

After this baby is born, we won't have any more. He picked up the bowl again, scooped up a forkful of food, and brought it to my lips. His eyes were stubborn, as if he would not give up until I finished eating. I could not fight him, so I could only open my mouth and mechanically swallow the tasteless food. He force-fed me bite by bite until I finished the meal. "Good girl." He was finally satisfied and raised his hand to pat my head, but I instinctively dodged. His hand froze in mid-air, his eyes darkening.

Making a curve of my lips he forced a scoop of pasta in my mouth. What the...! He was really talking about 'hunger'. Not about.....! I felt uncomfortable as Arjun insisted on feeding me another spoonful of it, against my will. Because that couldn't be called feeding, it can be called stuffing. He was using strong force and persistent actions to make me consume that food, making it clear that he was determined to ensure I ate, even though I initially declined. I had to swallow it no matter if I wanted or not. What a different way of torturing someone...!

Loida pointed the spoon with food in Liza’s mouth. Liza didn’t want to accept what Loida was feeding her, but Jerry was looking at her, and she knew he wouldn’t leave until he saw her eating. She whispered to herself, come what may, she knew that what Jackie had put on the food wouldn’t show side effects on her stomach right away.

I didn't know why but my heart started thumping badly. I said in a low voice, "I... I told that I love you too." I didn't want to waste any time so I said it. I was feeling nervous so I thought of leaving and when I stood up and was going to go out, he grabbed my hand and said with a big smile on his face, "I... Thank you Sarah. I promise you that I will be there with you every time." I felt my heart beating faster and faster and when he said, "Feed me." I sat again and tried to control myself making myself remember that I was there to take care of him. So I took the spoon and took a spoonful soup, blew on it and brought in front of him and he drank it. I said in a teasing manner, "Didn't yo

As she said i can't claim to be their father without any proof. While we were talking, their maid have already finished cooking their food and was trying to feed the boys. After 30 minutes without any results, she gave everybody a chance to feed them but the result won't change. They really had a good and interesting up bringing " they wouldn't eat, they don't know you, Pass me the spoon." She claims Instead I called their maid to feed them. They know her, she feeds then everyday. For sure they won't refuse. She tried but without any useful results.