There are so many scenarios I find romantic, sexy, hot, etc, but my deepest, darkest dream feedee is someone completely annihilated by this kink.
Of course I have an actual wife who isn't you
You don't wait to be a wife, or a partner
You don't want to go to dinners with my family, host Christmas, or anything of the kind. No. You just want to eat.
Your world is your bariatric bed, and us rolling you to the bathroom or hauling you onto your scale
You're a pet- property of us and all your other feeders. Others? Oh, yes. We live stream your disgraceful hedonism for ten hours a day, making them pay to be in the audience, and letting them buy you food.
You never know how much money you make- if your little job makes us a profit, or doesn't cover all your food, pleasure and medication. You don't have to. You never have anything to want for, so what does it matter?
Your life is this bed, the constant stream of fattening slop food, your sex toys and VR porn. Nothing else matters- nothing else exists. Whatever your once sharp mind and once strong body could have done are wasted potential now, decayed into rusting nothing within a flabby, weak, pathetic body that's only good at getting fatter
We only let your mind escape the numb of THC pills and sedatives when we want you to take a moment to get off to how far gone you are.
We only let you move your body beyond the necessary when we want to get off with you on how you've let yourself go. Make you waddle around, try to sit or stand up without help and get that underworked heart throttling before letting you lay back into this life
My dark dream feedee isn't even human any more: she gave that up
She's just our good little girl
