My Experience as a Feeder and Psychology Student
Honestly, I've never been a "normal" guy. I'm basically the stereotypical movie nerd: skinny, long hair, nerdy neck, glasses… so it's no surprise I ended up getting into weird kinks like feederism. I've always felt a bit out of place, so this was almost a natural progression.
I'm halfway through my psychology degree, and my routine is pretty simple: studying in the library and working out at the campus gym. The professors—all psychologists—never tire of reminding us how important it is to take care of our mental health and, of course, to go to therapy if we want to be good professionals. But deep down, I have this fantasy that doesn't fit at all with what they teach us: the idea of ruining some innocent girl's "perfect body" by stuffing her with fast food excites me more than I should admit. And, to be honest, part of me even wants to be discovered, to be looked at with disgust, to know exactly what I like: feeding an obese woman who lets herself be carried away until she's exhausted.













