It's been years since our little arrangement started. We provide nourishment to each other, although one is voluntary and the other not. I wish to escape this prison but I've grown too wide to leave my room and even if I could squeeze through, he'd just catch me before I could even make it past the hallway.


As I look around my room I appreciate the few things that have brought me comfort through these years, a TV where I can watch whatever I want and a computer with a game library filled with enough content to keep me entertained for ages. As I slowly rise from my bed to a sitting position, I hear the door slowly open as my captor enters with a tray filled with food.


"Rise and shine, my dumpling. Today you should be approaching 500 lbs, a quarter ton of blubber!" He cheerfully approaches the bed, clearly excited for such a big milestone. "All these years slowly fattening you up, feeding you only the best ingredients, making sure you're in terrific shape", he slowly starts revealing the decadent meal he has prepared. This is another comfort he's brought, his amazing cooking. He's an amazing cook who's spent centuries perfecting his craft, he always claims it's his love language while carefully excluding his true motivation.


His first dish, a hearty caesar salad big enough to be a meal on it's own right for a smaller person yet it's only an appetizer for me. This is followed up by a tray of lasagna, a personal favorite of mine. And as desert, his signature 10 layer chocolate cake. Combined, these dishes would be enough to feed several people yet it's all placed in front of me while my captor eagerly waits for me to dig in.


I begin with the salad, it's healthy appearance deceiving as it's drenched in cheese and dressings, accompanied by so much chicken and croutons it's easy to forget there's still vegetables in this dish. As I finish the dish I let out a deep sigh and rest my hand on my belly, my captor wipes some of the dressing off my face looking at me so longingly. I can't help but look away, I can't stand his gaze knowing what's next.


As I move on to my lasagna, I eat ferociously. After tweaking the recipe a few times, it is the best lasagna I have ever eaten. There's something about this dish where I simply can't control myself, I always attempt to have some self-control and eat with utensils but I eventually ditch everything and grab handfuls of lasagna as I desperately eat it as fast as I can. As my hands finally scrape the last bits of lasagna I lean back on my bed, taking deep breaths. He slowly rubs my belly, gently pressing at the top to gauge my fullness "you've still got room in here, don't quit just yet" as he pushes forward the cake.


He cuts the cake into four thick slices and grabs the first, "say ahh", I open and take my first bite. He patiently waits for me to swallow before offering a second bite. He won't stop me from making a mess with my food but when he wants to hand feed me, he always makes sure not a crumb is spilled. Food is supposed to go in your tummy, not on it as he always says.


As the last slice of cake disappears into my stomach, I lay down on my bed. I feel incredibly stuffed and take deep shallow breaths, despite doing this every single day it never gets any easier. I see my captor climb onto the bed and he slowly positions himself on top of what remains of my lap, being careful to not rest too much of his body weight on top of my stuffed belly. He slowly leans in towards my face. His head then goes lower as I feel his breath on my neck, his breath feels warm and humid, even if I can't see it I can feel as he gets closer. This is his favorite part, I hate this part...


I feel a deep sting as he bites down on my neck. I start to feel drained as he depletes me of my blood. He envelops me as he continues to drink up, he can taste last night's meal all over my blood. This is sadly the only way he can ever experience the joy of food after being turned into a vampire.


When we first met he promised to take care of all my needs, all I needed to do was to eat. At first I thought he was simply a feeder, but being completely broke this was the deal of a lifetime. I could do whatever I wanted and all I had to do was gain a little weight? I thought I'd just gain a hundred pounds while trying to find my footing, get a better paying job and then I'd break things off. But when the feedings started, it would leave me so exhausted I could only sleep until the next day. So I started to put off the job search until tomorrow, and the day after that and so on. And before I knew it, a year had passed and I had gained well over the hundred pounds I thought I'd gain. I wanted to call it quits but without a job I'd be homeless after selling my old apartment. I tried to convince him to stop fattening me up but he kept insisting the fatter you are, the tastier the blood.


After the second hundred pounds, I started to look at my body in a different light. Maybe I did look good with a few extra curves, weirdly enough I liked how my body was starting to look. The next hundred pounds frightened me, I started to feel a genuine connection to my captor. Was this Stockholm syndrome starting to kick in? I wanted to leave, I'd grown tired of reducing my life to a single room but every time I'd try to escape he would just bring me back in, refusing to let me go. He had grown fond of me and wanted me as more than just a food source, he wanted to pamper me even if that meant leaving me confined to a single room.


As he finally let's go of my neck, he is breathing heavily against my skin. He raises his head towards mine and kisses me, I can still taste remnants of my blood in his mouth. He gazes deeply into my eyes "you somehow keep tasting better by the day" as he kisses me again. "You shall never ever leave me" he continues while positioning himself next to me, he places a hand on my belly, giving a gentle massage to help me digest. As I'm starting to fall asleep I wonder if I'd be happier if I had refused his offer. I look back at these years of comfort, pampering and his lovely presence. I think about the things I could've achieved had I not been confined to this room. But I push all that aside, it doesn't matter because right now I'm happy.