Subway Submissive
I was trying to eat better.

Then my feeder walked in with a footlong Subway sandwich, a large soda and a chocolate chip cookie.

I told him I'd only have a few bites. That lasted until he started hand-feeding it to me.

One end of the sandwich in my mouth. His hand on the back of my head. A pile of crumbs building up on my chest while my belly spills over the waistband of my track suit. And he kept going until the whole thing was gone.

By the time he was done, I was sunken into my recliner. Gut tight and heavy. Outfit stretching at the seams. Stretchmarks ready to grow. Too full to get up.

So much for healthy eating.