Lately, I've been thinking about what paradise would look like for me, and now I'll describe it to you:
A large farm in a remote forest, 5+ girls, and one male feeder.
I would like us girls to be very thin at first, literally 40 kilograms (90lbs).
On the very first day, he would insert vibrators into our pussies, which would work 24/7 at minimum power (1/10). He would also put electric shock collars on us.
Method of reward and punishment:
Burp - vibrator turns on for a couple of seconds at 5/10.
If you decide to get up from the couch when all the girls are sitting down, the collar delivers an electric shock at 6/10.
Snort - vibrator turns on for 5 seconds at 3/10.
If you eat with a fork and spoon, the collar turns on at 3/10.
If you eat with your hands, the vibrator runs continuously at 3/10.
Shower without permission - collar 4/10.
Fart - vibrator went to 7/10 for 1 second.
Brushing teeth, collar 5/10.
Touching fat of yourself or another girl, the vibrator went to 4/10.
Workout, the collar went to 10/10.
In addition to impulse vibrations, its power will increase in other situations:
The longer you lie motionless, the longer you haven't washed, the dirtier you are - the stronger it will work.
If you go outside or walk around the house (even to the toilet), vibrator 1/10, collar 2/10.
If you stay at home for a long time, enjoying farts and burps of other girls, it will work stronger.
But of course, if you are close to orgasm, the vibrator will work less intensely. Because orgasm must be earned. For example, by winning a challenge or gaining another 5 kg.
I also want the relationship between the feeder and us to be as toxic and abusive as possible. He should constantly call us names and point out what we are becoming. And if any of the girls misbehave, he should punish us, slap us and spank our fat asses and bellies (not jokingly, but for real).
If any girl complained about the food or discussed something intelligent, she would be punished, and the one who told on her could reach orgasm.
But of course he should encourage us if he sees that someone is good pig, he should hold her up as an example to everyone.
Also, all life on the farm must be constantly posted on the internet, like a reality show. And he must force us to make feederism content every day.
Food:
On a typical day, there should be at least five meals. Fried chicken, French fries, butter, steaks, meatballs, pasta, burgers, chips, ice cream, cream, soda, buns, cakes.
The first is immediately after waking up at noon. The second is at 3 p.m. The third is at 6 p.m. The fourth should be at 9 p.m. Immediately after that, there should be mandatory sleep, which is interrupted in the middle by the fifth meal. Of course, the fifth meal should consist of sweet heavy cream, which our feeder will pour into our stomachs through a funnel with a tube while we lie there sleepy and unaware.
All food should contain flavor enhancers and appetite stimulants, as well as a small amount of sleeping pills and sedatives.
It's so exciting to imagine how it might look in reality, for example:
Our first day on the farm:
The feeder would put us next to each other so we could get acquainted and show what our figures look like now. We would weigh ourselves and check our blood pressure and blood sugar. All washed and shaved. We would be shy and giggle at each other constantly.
The first weeks on the farm:
We would obediently do everything the feeder told us to do, but of course we wouldn't be able to eat much. Our stomachs would hurt from such a diet. We would get to know each other, go for walks, discuss various things, such as clothes, hair, and so on.
The first month on the farm and the first challenge:
The feeder would tell us that tomorrow we would face our first challenge: to show our athletic form. Who could do the most sit-ups and squats? But knowing this and that the feeder kept appetite-boosting pills in the kitchen, we would decide to play a joke on one girl. We would throw three pills into her morning cola while she wasn't looking. And since the challenge would only be in the evening, she would eat like a real pig all day, and we would help her with that. And in the evening, during the challenge, when everyone else did 15-20 push-ups and 40 squats, she would do a couple with her belly as round as a watermelon, and after a loud fart, she would run out of breath and lose. But unexpectedly for us, this would be a victory, and she would have an orgasm!
The first six months on the farm:
On average, each girl gained 40 kilograms (90 pounds) of fat. All conversations revolve around food, fat, appetite, size, and fatigue. I imagine how he would line us up again and approach each of us and say
- Oh, it seems your boobs no longer fit in my hand, well done
- And your whole ass is covered in cellulite, smart girl
- Wow, what's that bush growing under your belly?
- You could hide a piece of candy in your belly button now.
When he approached the fifth girl, she would burp and fart at the same time.
- Ooh, good girl, keep it up.
We will become more and more lazy and eat more and more. Now, sometimes even after eating a lot, I still feel hungry at the end.
