The Sweet Yet Disturbing World of a Clinically Insane Feeder
Some people who stumble upon this blog might ask themselves: "Why would this guy call himself clinically insane?"
The answer is pretty simple:
My feeder personality has two different facetes, which could not be more different:
The Gentle, Sweet And Caring Facet:
This facet doesn't want to control. It rather just wants to adore his own growing queen, and to read every wish from her eyes, before she even speaks.
I just want to enjoy the view of my queen. Enjoy her eating and giving in to every craving. While she eats, I want to rub that belly, feed her with her favorite food, kiss her relentlessly and also whisper in her ear, how good of a piggy she is while cuddling and just smashing my face on this soft squishy fat, and gently fulfill her sexual needs.
But deep within this supportive, submissive, and caring side lies a perverted monster:
This facet actually wants to control her. This facet wants to live out every morbid aspect of feederism, and just fatten up his piggy, until she can't even get up from bed, and suffers from the many health issues which come with this lifestyle.
I want to be her death feeder, without any limits and morals. I want to dominate her life and grow this body as unhealthy as possible, literally like fucking livestock. The only limit is just her struggling body. With me, she will be to addicted to give up on this destructive livestyle, the only thing that gives up is her body!
Funnel mounted next to the bed, ready to pump those fattening weight gain shakes into her growing, stretchmark ridden gut. Oh, her stomach hurts because of all this fattening food and the sheer amounts of weight gain shakes? Well I don't care, we are upping those calories even more. Every day just fatty fast food and sugary drinks, for my (hopefully) bedridden fuck pig, until she passes out between these fast food wrappers and crumbs everywhere. Your only purpose is to grow fatter, until your heart gives up and getting fucked relentlesly. Don't worry fuck pig, if you get a heart attack while fucking, the defibrillator is next to us...
Which side will speak next? Stay tuned to find out...
If you want to find out about how I got this deranged, you can read through my post, on how I found out about this and got addicted to this fetish here.
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