What I Want in a Feeder
-To make my belly hang over my knees, and then eventually drag along the floor so itās out of my reach, covered in stretchmarks and infinite rolls
-To condition me to cum from being stuffed so I always need to be filled to cum
-To make me too fat to masturbate so Iām reliant on them or just trying to hump my own flesh to feel somethingĀ
-To make use of all the new rolls and folds of fat theyāve added to me, fucking them instead of my pussy and making sure Iām trained to get pleasure from that
-To not let me stop gaining until Iām as big as they want me, even if I resist, because they want me to look like a circus fat ladyĀ
-To make me so huge Iām forced to waddle around when I can still move, every part of me jiggling just for their enjoyment and amusement, out of breath and sweaty just from walking across the room
-To only be allowed to wear clothes that are slightly too small and be forbidden from doing anything that tries to hide my fat from view, if my belly doesnāt stay in my shirt Iāll have to just let it show, every humiliating inch of cellulite-ridden flab visible
-To be made to display my gluttony for all to see in public whenever my feeder wants, eating enough for 5 people and putting my body on display in crop tops and tight shorts
-To be tied down and force fed with a funnel if Iām not cooperative, because Iām going to keep getting fatter whether I want to or not.Ā
-To be forced to eat until I can barely move and have to use a scooter to get around, especially in public so everyone can see the consequences of what Iāve done to myself
-To make fun of me and humiliate me as much as possible so I can never forget what Iāve become, a waddling wheezing blob of lard whose only purpose is to get fatter and fatter












