i am partial to feedee kidnapping, but only like, to a moderate weight. i want to chain them to a bed in my basement and fatten them up until they're mildly obese. until they're just about to burst the last threads of their old clothes, until fat and disuse almost conquer their muscles, until they've almost entierly forgotten what outside is like. but just before they're truly gone, i get caught, go to prison, and they're freed. left to struggle with every basic task in a body that i have irrevocably made my work, with a mind that has forever been conditioned by me. the weight of every movement and every decision is too much for them, and they secretely wish i hadn't been caught so they could have kept growing, immobile and helpless, under my will.














