#wg manipulation

[teddy-bear-lover]

I'd like to remove the batteries from the scales, so that you can't see how much weight you're putting on. I'll pretend they're broken, but it's okay we don't need them anyway.

I'll make sure you always have your favourite snacks around. Go and grab them whenever we're chilling together and open them for you. You'll be so comfy and engrossed in what we're watching that you won't realise that I'm not eating any, and you've nearly finished them all by yourself.

I'll wrap my arms around your body and kiss you all over, telling you how handsome you are and how much I love your body. You'll stop paying attention to how much it's changing, if I still love it as much as before then you can't be changing, right?

I'll always suggest you order more food, or take a second plate of my cooking. You might as well, it's better to have too much than not enough, right? And it doesn't matter if there's enough food for a few people, we can always put it in the fridge for tomorrow.... Or a few hours when you get hungry again...

I'll secretly replace your clothes with the next size up... Or two... Cutting out the labels so you don't even realise. Any time your clothes get noticeably tight on you I'll just blame the dryer. I hate doing laundry and mess it up quite often, but I'll buy you some more and make sure to pick you up some sweet treats to apologise for messing up.

I'll keep you so happy and oblivious to how big you're getting. Making sure you feel loved and content whilst I secretly fatten you into a soft jiggling man. Keeping you too happy and satisfied to even consider you're gaining weight. Spending as much time as possible keeping you sedentary. Bringing food to you, and snuggling up as we prepare for another chill evening, watching tv and snacking. And when you're stuffed full and in danger of falling into a food coma, I'll climb on top of you, kissing you passionately to wake you up. I'll ride you with such enthusiasm you won't even consider trying to be on top. You'll never find out just how much you'd struggle to hold your heavy body up, how much you'd be panting as you tried to thrust yourself into me. You're just too happy to eat and get fucked to register any changes to your body and fitness.

And when you finally notice how much your body has changed, it'll be too late. Standing in front of the mirror, you'll see a stretched, soft belly, newfound moobs resting just above, side rolls poking out, thick thighs rubbing against each other, pillowy arms hiding any of the muscle that was previously there, a soft layer of fat surrounding your rounded face. Before you have time to let the panic set in, I'll come up behind you and wrap my arms around your big soft body, squeezing you and kissing you. Tell you how handsome you are and how much I love your body.

Maybe you'll blush a little bit, at the realisation your body is very different to when we met. No more defined muscles, abs long since melted away. A thick layer of fat encasing them now. Your breathing is laboured as your chest struggles to expand under the heavy mound of fat there. You'll look down and realise you can no longer see past the soft round belly. Stretch marks visible over your hips and thighs and tummy and moobs. Embarrassment burning up as you finally register exactly what you've done to yourself.

But when I offer you a snack all of that anxiety will wash away. You'll smile sheepishly and accept the food from me. Your stomach growls in appreciation as you start to fill it.

Maybe I'll put the batteries back in the scale. Let you see the full extent of what I've done to you. How much fat I've managed to put on your body without you noticing. How oblivious and hungry I made you. How docile and submissive you became, allowing yourself to be fed and fucked without thinking about what was happening to your bodym But by this point, you won't have the willpower to change. You slipped so easily into obesity. And now you're too fat, lazy, and addicted to food and my affection to ever do anything except grow bigger.

[quiet-admirer]

Manipulating your feeder with bad faith therapyspeak by accusing them of food shaming and trying to control what you eat when they ask you not eat their snacks and leftovers they saved for themself... Telling them your boundaries are them not criticizing or commenting on your food or eating habits... Calling them controlling and practically financially abusive if they point out your after-dinner takeout orders and all the new clothes you've had to buy to size up your wardrobe are blowing through the bill budget... Saying they're gaslighting you if they ask why you're getting another grocery delivery today when you just ordered groceries "two days ago" >:)

[teddy-bear-lover]

You know how you crave high sugar foods when you're tired? I'd love to use that to manipulate a fatty into eating even more food.

I'd set an alarm every few hours to bring you food. It'd be difficult at first, you'd be so full from almost constant eating. But then, when you go to sleep for the night, I'd set that alarm again. Two hours after falling asleep I'd wake you with some nice warm pastries. No more sleep until everything is eaten. You'd rub your eyes, dazed and confused and accept the pastries willingly. You'd struggle a bit, but you'd eat everything and promptly drift back to sleep. Only I'd wake you in another two hours. And another two hours. Constantly disturbing your sleep with more snacks. After a few days you'd be so tired and hungry you'd be constantly craving high calorie foods. Almost begging me to stuff you with sweets and cakes and pizza and pasta and burgers and fries every time I wake you. Ingest so much food that you pass out into a food coma for the next two hours. And soon it would become a habit. Your big, growing belly would get used to gorging on high calorie food so often. You'd start waking up naturally to a growling belly, hungry for more fuel. The stuffings would grow bigger alongside your belly. The constant exhaustion would keep you lazy, choosing to stay in bed or plant yourself on the couch for most of the day, dropping in and out of sleep. Too tired to exercise, too tired to even move. Just lie comfy and let yourself be woken up and fed until you're just a lazy docile sugar addicted pig.

And as you think you're starting to get used to constantly waking up from a food coma, stuffing yourself until you pass out, and repeating, I'd change it. I'd leave it every three or four hours, and watch you wake up ravenous, eating as rapidly and in such volumes as if you'd been starving yourself. Whining and moaning about how I didn't bring you food earlier, how hungry you are. Begging and pleading with me to stuff you until you're unable to stay awake any more. Or, I'd increase it. Every hour, to make you even more sleep deprived. Even more docile and submissive. Even hungrier. Even lazier. Grow even fatter for me. Sleep well, I'll be back to feed you in two hours, fatty.

[teddy-bear-lover]

Baby are you okay? You're looking pale and shaky! You're feeling weak? Sit down, sweetheart! We don't want you to faint. Let me get you something to eat baby, bring those blood sugars back up. Here, some soda and some doughnuts for you babe. You eat up, it'll make you feel better. You just ate a big meal and you're full? But sweetie, this is for your health! You're clearly hypoglycaemic! I'll get you some candies if that's easier, but in the meantime you work on those doughnuts, okay? Here, I have a bag of cookies and some candy for you, we need to get those sugars up or you'll faint!

Oh your breathing is so heavy, let's get you something to drink. You just sit down and catch your breath. I'll look after you baby, don't you worry. Here, I have a nice cold milkshake for you. You just take it easy and drink that up for me. Yes it's got extra cream in it, but that's just how you like it, right babe? I can go get you something else to drink too, a nice soda or an ice coffee or something, but you have to drink this up first! It'll help you catch your breath and cool you down. Jeez, you're sweating and panting so much, you poor thing, focus on your breathing and cool yourself off with that shake now, okay?

You look absolutely exhausted, what have you been doing? You just got up to go to the fridge? Baby we should talk about this, you're getting so easily winded nowadays.I think trying to haul that big fat belly of yours around is getting too difficult. I even hear you get out of breath from eating. You've just gotten too fat, baby. I know the doctor said you had to eat less and start some simple exercises but maybe it would be best if you just stay in bed. You're far too fat to think about weight loss, and besides, you're just too lazy to exercise. Think about it, you'd have to make so many changes to your lifestyle. No more takeaway, no more sodas or shakes, no more snacking between meals. You'd have to eat a balanced diet, and you'd only be able to eat a fraction of the food you eat now. And the exercise, oh sweetheart you're far too lazy and unfit to start exercising! No, I think it's best for you to just give up and get fatter. We both know it's what you really want, or you'd never have let yourself get to this stage.

It's okay, I can bring you all the food and drink you could possibly want. You won't have to worry about anything difficult like walking. Just focus on eating and growing fatter for me. I'll bring you all of your favourites, and if you get too tired to eat then I'll just feed you. That sounds better than losing weight, right? Now, let's get you back in bed. What would you like to eat? Oh you're so out of breath from the effort of getting back into bed that you can barely speak! I'll just order all of your favourites. You probably need it just to eat back the calories you've burnt today. But it's okay, after today you won't be walking anymore, just you focus on eating and growing even fatter for me.