Spoon-fed Novels & Stories

But I didn’t resist when he unclipped my cuffs, wiped me down with a warm cloth, and offered me a bowl, steam curled from the top. “Eat.” He simply said. “What is it?” I looked up dazed and asked. He dipped a spoon and brought it to her lips. “Energy.” “You’ll be needing it.” I didn’t open my mouth. He smiled and pressed the spoon gently to my lips. “Refuse me again, and I’ll feed it to you with my fingers.” I opened my mouth. The broth was warm, sweet, and comforting. He fed me slowly, patiently. “You did well,” he said, as he set the bowl down. “But we are not finished. I want to see if that mouth of yours can still scream.”

Each box contained a variety of food. "You didn't eat much earlier." He commented, opening the covers and handing her the spoon. Vivianne stretched her hand out, taking the spoon from him. Then she shook her head, handing it back to him. "I can't lift the spoon." She whispered. "It's fine, I'll feed you." Russell offered immediately, taking the spoon from her hand. She instructed what she wanted while he served her what she wanted, scooping spoon after spoon into her mouth. "I'm full," Vivianne announced, patting her stomach.

He found it funny as he raised the spoon to her mouth. "Open up" Kaylar instinctively opened her mouth. Her senses were brought back when the warm and spicy sensation invaded her taste buds. "Give me the spoon I can feed myself," Kaylar said instantly. She couldn't bear the thought of Wayne feeding her; it was so cringy. Wayne handed the bowl over to Kaylar. She finished the bowl of soup after a few mouthfuls. Wayne took the bowl from her hand and placed it on the tray. He handed her a glass of water which was accompanied by a small pill.

When he looked at her he was surprised that arohi was forwarding a spoon toward him, he didn't notice when she served the plate. "Now my turn, come on open your mouth." Ronn kept looking at her in awe, he was not used to this type of thing for years. Arohi raised an eyebrow at him. He chuckled at her actions., he opened her mouth slowly. And arohi starts feeding him with so much love. Ronn kept eating while adoring her and arohi kept filling the plate for him. Soon the food on the trolley got finished. Arohi looked at the empty trolley and then at ronn who was drinking water at that time.

He was very satisfied to be able to look at Lexie's face from this close and get the food straight from her hand. "I didn't think you could be this spoiled." Xena opened his mouth as Lexie stuffed a piece of pancake with melted maple sauce. "I won't show it every day, but once in a while is fine right?" “Well right, it doesn't matter. Archer would be jealous to see you being fed like this. I've always told him to eat by himself since he was able to hold his own spoon when he was one year old." “I can't hold my own spoon. My hands are busy."

When the ache in my leg became unbearable, I carried her to bed and cocooned her beneath the covers. The nightstand held the tray, neatly positioned, as I took my seat facing it. With a deliberate motion, I lifted the spoon from the tray. Nona's query broke the silence, "Is there anything else you need?" A gentle shake of my head conveyed my contentment. The spoon held a small mound of rice, poised for its purpose. Bringing the spoonful to Rebecca's lips, she accepted it wordlessly, a simple act that ignited a surge of hope within me. After relentless days of imploring and coaxing, a breakthrough had emerged in her eating routine just the day before.

And stretched my arm toward her. “What are you doing?” she asked, having an embarrassing look on her face. “Open your mouth.” “I don’t want to.” “Serafine.” She looked at me. Her expression softened. And with a reluctant sigh, she opened her mouth. I fed her. “You need to take at least ten more spoons,” I said. Serafine’s eyes widened. “Ten?!” she shrieked weakly. “Five is okay for me!” “Ten.” “Five,” she insisted.

I brought just one spoon Me: I only brought one spoon He took it from me and put it in the food Andy: it's blessed, amen I smiled He took a little of it and brought it to my mouth. I opened up and he gently fed me. Next he fed himself Andy: did a maid or chef make this? Me: I think my mom did Andy: it's good He took another spoon and nodded then another spoon. I chuckled Me: mister, you're forgetting me He chuckled and fed me three times Andy: now feed me

So she parted her lips and the spoon went into her little mouth. She furrowed her brows as the medicinal soup dropped on her taste buds, but it was soon replaced with a smile as the soup turned into a sweet sour one. Arnold nodded and also smiled. Seeing how she was content with the soup, he continued to feed her, until the soup was in an half. Lexa had to admit she enjoyed how Arnold was feeding her, but she would never spill that out. Nobody has ever feed her like this and the feeling was new. So is this how it feels to be cared for?

I must have lost my memories as a baby but I've none on being spoon fed . I open my mouth and to my own shock, tears immediately begin to fall. Everywhere is blurry but I feel the cold taste of the yoghurt. Of the man feeding me. "Chocolate is a calorie bar not meal Anor" I nod, unable to speak, weeping quietly and he feeds me midst the tears. At the third spoonful, my vision becomes blurry by tears I can't see his face. A warm press settle on my eyes. And then the soft click of lips pressing on my eyes.