Spoon-fed Novels & Stories

Offering no resistance, I let him maneuver my frail body until I was seated in between his legs. “Open your mouth." I forced my eyes into slits and saw that he was holding a spoon up in front of me, waiting. I grimaced and opened my mouth. It felt parched and heavy. The spoon came close and warm custard flowed into my mouth. It was sweet and creamy. I let it spread around my mouth, dispelling the heaviness. The instant sweet and creamy taste seemed to sink into every fiber, waking my body up and reminding my stomach of its need for fuel. I quickly swallowed it and opened my mouth wider.

Ferris smirked, watching from the rocking chair as Kael grabbed at his shirt. I picked Kael up to feed him. He fussed immediately. He started whimpering and swatting at the silver spoon. I tried to coax it to his lips, but the moment he grew irritated, the spoon’s stem turned molten and slumped in my hand. I dropped it with a yelp. “By the moon!” “That’s the fourth spoon he’s melted this week,” I said, eyes wide. “He needs his own kind of silver,” Ferris said, rising to his feet. “Or maybe… no silver at all.”

Deep down she believed that as soon as she had a spoon out of the food, she would soon be sprawling on the floor, holding her tummy tightly and seeing her life flash right in front of her. But the reverse was the case, as she had one spoon after the other, she wanted more. She sat Mason on her lap, and fed him the little she could. Both of them were drained and they really needed the energy.

When was the last time he needed anything but a spoon to eat his food? In the gorge, his diet was mostly stews eaten with spoons. Sýnnefa's grey mush for food needed a spoon, and Emmet had just been handing him massive bowls porridges, too much food for him just for breakfast, and could last him the whole day. This breakfast was smaller, more easy for him to digest and for once using utensils other than spoons.

she whispered. Now the three of them were huddled in her oversized bed. They'd force fed her chicken soup and it wasn't homemade or even Progresso…but Campbell's with that one lone little square of chicken floating in salty broth and tons of soggy noodles; and she loved every spoonful! She'd had two bowls and had even begged for crackers but they wouldn't give her any.

Pulling away from her, Ryan took the food and started feeding her. “Open your mouth ah” Ryan said as he moved a spoon towards her mouth. Seeing this, she felt like a baby and in an effort to offset the discomfort took the spoon in her hands. Smiling softly, Ryan watched her take the spoon, something he was not prepared to let go. “Come on baby, open your mouth, I want to feed you.” Ryan said as he moved his lips towards hers and in a flurry of actions, she let go of the spoon.

She should ask a nurse to feed her. “Can you call a nurse?” She asked him shyly and at the same time she was feeling dizzy “Why?” “I am hungry” “I have ordered your food. It’s here” Sebastian took the carrier and opened the food spreading the aroma of porridge. Susan licked her lips in anticipation. She held the bowl and raised the spoon to her mouth but the needle stung her again Spoon fell into the bowl and she cried out as blood oozed out from her hand because of the pressure.

he says, I shake my head no, but he keeps the spoon in front of my mouth waiting for me to eat. "Andy, open your mouth" he ordered in a firmer voice, too afraid I do that, he fed me the spoon and got another, he kept spoon-feeding me until I was full. "Can you eat more for me?" he asks, I shake my head no, I'm full. "Okay baby" he says, wiping my face clean.