Spoon-fed Novels & Stories

“This is a spoon and it’s used to take food like this and straight to your mouth without dropping a grain.” I demonstrate the process several times until she can do it on her own. Although her hands are shaking, I see no problem with that as long as the grains are not dropping. “This per knife for cutting your meat into slices and a fork for stabbing it and taking it into your mouth… understood?” “Yes sir!” She replies with enthusiasm. I leave her to struggle with her meal while I finish mine. “I’m going for a meeting, I’ll be late tonight.” “I wanna go with you,” she blurts out.

The bowl of food he prepared would have been done in only about a dozen spoons for normal eating speed, but it almost took Lexy and Ethan a good thirty minutes before the bowl was cleared. Lexy did not wake up the whole meal time. She remained as weak as she seemed before they started, so Ethan did not force her to drink water from the glass. Just like how he fed her with the soup, Ethan also used the spoon to feed Lexy with the water that had turned unwarm yet not cold. Then he let her lay down on the bed again, only a little slanted to let the food go down her digestive system to do its job.

Just set everything down on the small table, pulled up the other chair, and sat directly in front of me. He stirred the spoon through the broth, blew on it once, and held it out toward my mouth. I just stared at him. The spoon hovered inches from my face, the steam rising between us. I kept staring. The silence stretched until it became unbearable. “Is this some kind of weird fetish?” I finally asked, my voice cracky and dripping with exhaustion and sarcasm. “Tying women up and spoon-feeding them like toddlers? Because if it is, you can go fuck yourself. I’m no longer playing along with whatever sick game this is.”

Aaron-- After sometime she comes back with a tray in her hands, which contains food specifically soup, What's wrong with this woman. "Aaron eat this, a vegetable chicken soup it's helps you to feel good." She said and sit besides me and start feeding me. "Didn't you want to eat ?" I asked as she put the spoon full of soup in front of my mouth. "Uhh...no..no I eat after feeding you." She said. "Eat!" I said.... Ok! Fine I ordered.

Karen Daly said. After receiving the praise, Little Karen felt proud. She scooped up another spoonful and blew it a few more times. "Dad, I'll feed you." Karen had drunk the soup from that same spoon just now, and Little Karen was now feeding it to Kevin. She felt particularly embarrassed and wanted to stop her, but did not know how to say it. Kevin did not hesitate and opened his mouth to drink the soup that Little Karen fed him. "Little Karen, it's yummy!" he said.

There was a trace of excitement on Spawn's face as he watched River poured the soup into a bowl. "Here you go baby boy." River said as she slowly placed a bowl of soup in front of Spawn. Spawn immediately took a teaspoon and then gently blew to reduce the heat and slowly taste the soup. "What Spawnie? Is it delicious or not? Tell me." River asked the child worriedly and nervously. Spawn's smile widened immediately and then gave her a thumbs up. "It's so delicious mommy!" There's a trace of joy in his appearance. "Thank you baby boy!" River said then winked at Spawn. Spawn eats happily while River can't help but eat with him.

He hands over the spoon to me "Please eat" Dixon says, His voice sounds solid and firm yet his dimple pops out from his chin. He takes up the spoon from me and fetches some food then put it into my mouth I chew the food very gently; very sweet and hot Another spoon into my mouth, I could not believe I am being fed by someone who is not related to me. He smiles each time I take the food from him "This is my long-awaiting mate" My thought cries out as he put the fruit drink in my mouth to sip through.

She only pout, Iris didn't enjoy the fact that I can't be with her all the time, we've been inseparable since we were in the womb. "There you go, little girl good and big boy food," Zane says setting two trays in front of us, he got the little tray for Iris, it had food cut to smaller peices and decorated along with pink fork and spoon. Our food was just normal, with the regular kind of fork and spoons, just metal ones.

But he didn’t give up, and just as I was about to ask him to stop this nonsense, he used the opportunity to show that spoon inside of my mouth. After the first two spoons, I gave up, and frankly, I was starving, and the food was delicious. This stew was filled with meat, as most things I’ve eaten, but this had spices, onion, and salt! Oh god, how much I’ve missed salt! And to top it off, Drifta didn’t really help. She purred inside my head with each bite. So, I stopped struggling and accepted the strange feeding scenario. I mean, how many can say they were hand-fed by the Dragon King?

“Until we know if ‘just us’ includes a CEO title.” *1:18 PM. [SFX: PHONE. THEN SUSAN. THEN LAUGHING.]* Kitchen. Lunch. Isla in high chair. Spaghetti. Everywhere. 1 year, 3 weeks, 8 days. Learned to use a spoon. Badly. Ivy on the floor. With Bear. Sharing her spaghetti. Bear licked it. Ivy giggled. Bear sneezed. Ivy giggled harder. Phone. Me. Susan. FaceTime. “Look at you,” Susan said. Screen. Her apartment. Stitches out. Black eye yellow. Smiling. “Domestic. Disgusting. I love it.”