Getting ready to work and daydreaming about being much much fatter. I’m daydreaming about being anchored to a couch so full that I’m both content and packed tight. There is food with in reach because my feeder makes sure I always have something close to eat. I grab for more, do I need it no am I already past full yes. But my feeder has exacerbated my food addiction and caused it to get out of control so now I eat if there is food even if I’m full. I also eat because I know that’s what I’m supposed to do for my feeder it’s what they love and desire is to have me keep eating. They have fully taken advantage of my desire to grow for them and the food addiction I’ve clearly let get very out of control.
But I knew what we both wanted when this started, I knew I was eating myself towards a shared goal. Eating myself into a permanent place on the couch, then eventually bed for them. And of course we don’t stop there I eat and grow and let them funnel me with unhealthy calorie dense slurry. Because stopping only happens if my body fails, that was the shared goal and I plan to honor the agreement. After all my feeder is so very kind to keep their fatty happy and fed.
What more could I ask for….
#Deathfeedism
@ChubbyChiquita It’s tough isn’t it I definitely know the feeling eating makes you want more then you eat till it hurts then you want even more. It’s terrible for a waistline but I know I’m ok with mine expanding. And it looks like you are too.
I absolutely can’t seem to get full with normal meals anymore. I have to eat an obscene amount double if not triple what I used to. It’s getting out of hand and I love it.