It's funny how things have shifted between us, isn't it? You used to be the one in control, feeding me every chance you got and loving how my body grew softer and rounder under your touch. But now, look at you—almost as fat as I am, your belly spilling over your waistband, your once firm frame now just a distant memory. I've got you wrapped around my little finger, haven't I? You belong to me now, every ounce of you molded by my hands, every bite taken at my command. I’ve broken you down and reshaped you into the submissive creature you are today, eager to please, desperate to be filled and feminized for my amusement. I see the way you crave my dominance, how you tremble with anticipation when I dress you in lace, each stitch a reminder of your place beneath me. You’ve surrendered completely, haven’t you? And you love every humiliating second of it.