misscarleecow

my perverted brain Feedee 20F Refer to me as carlee cow #carleecow

[carolinequinnx]

“He’s not working 10hr days so he can come home to a fat wife”

You’re right. He’s working 10hr days so he can come home to an even fatter wife, I must get back to eating

[filmphotofranz]

@KittaArtist

[despazito]

[feedeeadventures]

True love is having someone to hold the funnel and pour the shake in for you

[hellsbelly]

May 19

[sweetoothgirl]

Cinnamon Roll Croissants

[killadelphia]

[carolinequinnx]

My favorite animal is when he keeps pushing sweets into my mouth even though I’m visibly struggling

[fatlich]

I've been very lazy and distracted lately, but here's some Cassius pretending to be a water balloon.

[firefox-official]

“how could you be so stupid” well you know what. its really not that hard

[carolinequinnx]

“fuckk, you’re so wet.” yeah sorry, i’ve been turned on since you accidentally brushed my belly at dinner.

[thecrownestt]

I need a do-nothing princess who is disturbingly obsessed with food.

As giving and caring a feeder could be, I'd still be relegated to some background presence. Only as good as the food I bring. Only as good as the chores and caretaking I offer.

Each passing day is a success by keeping her in bed. Any ambition snuffed out by a steady snack and meal regimen. Laziness becomes a trait, an identity. You don't "get" to eat in bed all day long. It's who you are. It's what you do.

I want that liberating feeling that every single action I take is turning someone into a blob. I want to strip away all the social grace. She HAS to have food in reach at all times. She HAS to be a bit unpresentable.

Erode her sensibility. There's no guilt to how bad these habits are, because any outside voice has long been silenced and removed. It's not bad that you are overstuffed and still hanging your mouth open when I hand feed you. Who's going to say it's wrong? Who's going to stop you? Who's going to stop me?

It'll all settle once your body eventually makes the decisions for you. It isn't a choice to stay indoors when the thought of lumbering across the house is unthinkable. Any whimsical ideas of going out into the world disappears. Why fantasize about the impossible?

All that's left is to keep eating and growing. The obscene reality that you haven't had a weight plateau in months and years isn't a problem. It's normal to feel your body take up more space in more inconvenient ways. Thighs too heavy for your legs to move. A belly that pins you down. Heavy arms and a heaving chest that dominates your field of vision. Even a neck and face so thickened by fat that you begin to forget what you used to look like.

You'll be a fixture of your room, of your bed. Blindly feeling for the sack of food left by your side. Casually aware that you used to have a name, maybe some sort of a life. Rules and behaviors that let you fit in with others. All foreign to your rotted sense of self as you struggle to finish eating another pastry. Laboring and painfully trying to choke more food down. There's nothing human about it, it's purely blob behavior.

[gigglesoup]

you're such a disgusting pervert (i say with barely contained lust ready to eat you alive)

[livestockprincess]

i love the thought of moving in with a death feeder thinking, “this’ll be sooo hot getting to play out my fantasies,” but not fully grasping what’s about to happen to me. yeah, i’ve gotten off to the thought quite often, but i hadn’t ACTUALLY considered what life will be like at 700 lbs. it’s fucking erotic, but let’s face it, overall pretty miserable. he’ll enable the fuck out of me and get me more hooked than i already am, we’ll dirty talk about blowing me up into an immobile blob while we fuck, and one day it’ll be my reality. finally, i’ll be pinned to the bed, scared for my life, and that’ll be it for me. that’s my new life. strenuous hospital visits and staring at the same four walls and ceiling every single day forward. but it’s what i begged for so desperately, right? he’ll laugh at and tease me while i sob into my next burger thinking about little 300 pound me begging for him to make me like this wishing i could be her again so badly. i mean, he never lied about what he intended to do to me, and i happily obliged… i guess that’s what you get for moving in with scary men you meet online. but i’m sure i’d only want to do it all over again.

[livestockprincess]

unintentionally being a dumb bitch is so hot. i love when i slur my words and forget what im saying halfway through a sentence & giggling to cover up the embarrassment. i love having to secretly open google when someone uses a big word because i’m too scared to ask them what it means. i love not understanding basic math and being confused when a feeder tries to explain calories and numbers, but ik it doesn’t even matter bc that’s not for me to worry abt. i love when ppl irl pity me for being “not very bright.” i love feeling belittled

[bambigains]

dating with the intention of becoming somebodies fat wife

[shakes-and-cakes]

CW for manipulative feeder, immobility, and light mention of health issues

Thinking about falling for a really manipulative feeder who doesn't have my best interests at heart

Being overfed and love bombed as they convince me to slowly give over more parts of my life to them. They make enough money to take care of both of us, I don't need to worry about that.

I notice I've been gaining weight the way they've been feeding me, but they tell me they only pamper me so much because of how happy it makes me, and ask if I really want to lose weight. I think about how starving I've felt lately, not realizing that it's because of the supplements they've been sneaking into my meals, and decide that I don't really want to after all.

Eventually as other people in my life start to grow concerned about my health they start isolating me. Reassuring me that it's okay if I don't go out to meet my friends because these trips have gotten so exhausting, they'll understand, then blocking them for me on my phone when they start trying to get in touch.

I ask to see my doctor because it's getting so hard to walk around and I'm starting to feel mysterious aches and pains more often, and they tell me about a special doctor they're freinds with who does health calls.

Of course, their friend is likeminded, and along with prescribing meds to keep my mounting health issues at bay, they also prescribe meds that will propel my exploding weight gain forward even faster.

Steadily, they take over every aspect of my life and cut out every piece that's not conducive to fattening me up. I'm left a wheezing mess of wobbling fat as what's left of my mobility diminishes. I know I'm out of control and scared for the future, but they have me wrapped around their finger too tightly for me to even consider that they might be the problem.