Okay hear me out but: soft (death?) feedism vibes? 💖
I adore you, I love you and you're beautiful but I really can't let you stop eating..
I understand you're completely stuffed and your belly hurts, but I have to make sure you're on the edge of bursting before I can let you go. 🥺
It's okay if you need a break today, but promise me that tomorrow you'll eat double the amounts of food for me.
I will always love you but I there's nothing I want more than fattening you up until you're unrecognisable. 👉👈
Let me measure your belly and put you on the scales, let me trace your deep stretchmarks with my fingers, knowing you're spiralling out of control for me. I will worship you forever, or well for as long as you're still around until your body is too overfed to function.
Let me kiss and pat and rub your swollen guts as your heart gives in from being so massively fattened up by my love and encouragement..
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im just sayyyyinggg, if i inflated blue round and rollable, there better be the case where if im not juiced after a while my body will start digesting it all. not only making me spread wobbly and fatter like a somewhat pliable water balloon, but softer - harder to juice!
Ah yes, the insane bloating that happens from me eating (wasn't garlic this time I swear) is happening again.
Idk what it is but sometimes a food just doesn't agree with me and it makes me sooooo bloated, I didn't even finish the fries I had earlier and I can still feel myself swelling. Ugh
Normal brain: awe I lost a bit of the weight I gained, no worries tho it happens
Feedist brain: hey you should- *makes me eat 3 Popeyes chicken sandwiches. 2 orders of the mac and cheese, a bottle of Fanta*
Normal brain: "Oh dang... Okay whew I'm pleasantly stuffed. But I should probably not eat for the rest of the day.
Feedist brain: yeah but wouldn't it be cute to- *makes me eat 3 hotdogs loaded with cheese and onions and a large handful of Fries*
Normal brain: "Oh god... Oh fuck... Okay okay, I really shouldn't eat anymore, my blood sugars are already dangerously hi-
Feedist brain: yeah yeah cool so like what if- *Makes me impulsively buy a cake*
Normal brain: No... No no n-
Mine and partners feedist brain: eat it on all fours without your hands. *Proceeds to do so*
Normal brain: fuuuuck -uuurrrp- *huff huff* okay okay, is that enough?
Feedist brain: *twirls hair cutely* so like you should- *orders McDonald's, gets the wrong order and this one comes with ice cream, large fries, a box of cookies and mcchickens. but partner is sad because they didn't get their chicken nuggets*
Normal brain: *barely functional at this point* o..kay, is thissss enoughhh? *Stomach gurgling, breathing shallow, barely able to move*
Feedist brain Soooo close you should actually- *orders 80 chicken nuggets, partner eats 40 of them while I slowly eat 20*
Normal brain:.....................
Feedist brain: hello? You good?
Normal brain:.....................
Feedist brain: uh oh, that can't be good. What if I just *Makes me wake up the next day the most ravenous I've ever been*
Normal brain: P-Plea-se.... N-no m-more....
Feedist brain: I get to decide when we're done. Not you~
Oh my god. Not my wheezing sounding like a whistle as I struggle to stand up. Legit felt my heart beating harder with each attempt. Worst part is I had to sit back down because I was so winded
The break is over and you sit down again, not wanting to be shocked through your collar. It is hard for you to focus on anything, your pussy is so sensitive that you can feel your heartbeat pulsing through it. You know you should freak out or try to escape this cell, but you don't feel the need to. You can't imagine the stuff that is mixed into the shake to turn you into a docile fatty. Enzymes to speed up your digestion, hormones to favor storing fat, more hormones to make you feel good, more hormones to make you more compliant. To you it's just a tasty shake, but it is far more than just that. As you sit down onto the chair, the scale display lights up again and the tube is lowered from the ceiling. All screens read "insert tube", displayed over a blurred background of porn. Being the good girl you are, you take the tube, and strap it around your head. "Place arms and legs on restraints", the screens read. Being a good girl, you place your arms and legs onto the chair, letting the metal restraints wrap around your wrists and ankles again. As soon as you hear the ceiling "click", the screens are un-blurred, the audio loop starts playing again, and the nudge below your pussy continues vibrating.
It feels a bit different this time, better. You weren't forced to sit down, yet you chose to. You barely gave it some thought and just followed the instructions displayed on the screen. You didn't show any resistance, which is unusual for you. Sure, this is a fantasy come true, but your heart isn't racing as much anymore and the panic is gone. All you care about is more of that delicious shake and finally cumming. While your eyes jump between the screens filled with porn, men and women of any type, you notice a camera between the screens. That's right, you're being watched. Is that guy using you to make money? Is that all you are to him? You begin to think, your focus moving to your mind instead of the porn. All of the sudden, the vibrator fires up, without any warning or "ding". It feels amazing, so much pleasure. The screens are filled with porn and captions. "Cum, cum, cum!", "Cum for daddy!", and "Be a good girl!". You feel your orgasm building up, you are close. After over one hour or intense edging, it is finally coming. But just as you are about to cum, the vibrator slows down again.
You have no idea of the systems in place to really fuck you up for good. It'll only take a couple days on this chair and anything that made you human will be gone. This cell is designed to turn you into a pig, a true glutton. The cameras are not only streaming you, you are being monitored and studied. A moment ago, the system noticed that you appeared to be thinking. Good girls don't think. That is why the vibrator fired up, to make sure your attention moves back to the shake and porn. Everything is being monitored. The vibrator has several sensors that pick up on how close you are to cumming, the screens have eye trackers and will automatically show you more of the porn you're interested in. Even the clock is rigged, moving slower as you sit on the chair and faster during your break. You have no idea. You are clueless. Helpless.
Some hot couple pops up onto one of the screens. She is a fatty and tied to a chair while her boyfriend funnel feeds her. Seeing this turns you on a lot, as this is one of your biggest fantasies. The system picks up immediately as the vibrator senses how turned on you get and the eye tracker knows exactly what you're looking at. The same couple pops up on another screen right next to the first one. This time, he is hand feeding her. Still very hot, yet your attention stays with the funnel feeding. Moments later, the other screen changed again. Instead of hand feeding, he is still holding the funnel, but she is visibly fatter. The sensors pick up another pulse of pleasure. A few minutes later, the system is showing you 14 screens of couples where the boyfriend funnel feeds his fat girlfriend. It's all in compilations, with a cut every second, showing the same scenario, yet with her 10lbs heavier. You can't believe how much footage there is. Some of the girls start out skinny and reach sizes of 600lbs by the end. You need to cum.
The desperation to cum keeps growing. Everything makes you so horny and desperate for male touch. The system has figured out exactly what to show you by now, keeping your full attention at all times. The hypnosis track still plays in the background. "Good girls serve.", "Good girls grow.", "Good girls obey." — an endless loop of fattening patriarchy. Your body is getting close to it's breaking point, being forced to drink so much shake, the scale already reading 171lbs by now. You'd do anything to cum. You try rubbing your pussy on the vibrator, but that only makes it slow down, preventing your orgasm. All you care about is that orgasm. You'll pay any price. You try to beg for it, but talking with the tube in your mouth is rather difficult. "Ding", and the vibrator fires up again as more shake is forced down your throat. By now, your body sends clear signals that it can't take any more of the shake. But you've figured out a while ago that as you drink, the vibrator fires up more. This is your chance!
You start sucking down the shake as if your life depends on it. The faster you force it down, the closer you get to cumming. "Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink" echoes through the room and is censored onto all the cocks, pussies, and tits. You are closer than ever before, chugging as fast as you can. You feel your body resisting, your belly hurting, but you continue anyways. Then, suddenly, the screens turn off, the hypno track stops, and the shake pump pauses. It's silent, you only hear your own labored breath. You feel a sting in your belly and look down for the first time in a while. You see a round, bloated gut, resting on your lap. It is so tight, you can see your skin pulse from your rapid heartbeat. You look up to the scale screen, 174lbs. You have had almost two gallons of shake since waking up, some of which has already transformed into soft fat, thanks to the added enzymes. The tube dismounts and rises to the ceiling again. You're starting to become nervous.
The screens turn on again, this time in a combined view, scared across all the screens. You can only read the text "Do you want to cum?". You immediately answer, saying "yes". Now, the screens display the number "10". You have no idea what this means, but you're sure you'll figure it out quite soon. The vibrator extends from the chair and fires up. There is much more contact to your pussy this way, making the sensation much more intense. You feel how rapidly the orgasm builds and you cum immensely hard. You haven't cum this hard in months, if ever at all. You catch your breath and look back up to the screens. The "10" turns into a "9". You now realize that the system will make you cum 10 times, which seems impossible to you. Your personal record is 4 and you were wasted after. You're getting scared thinking about what 10 orgasms might do to you. The vibrator fires up again, your mind goes blank.
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