feedism-manipulation

[feedism-manipulation]

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.

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There's no reason you shouldn't be 400 lbs at least once in your life. I don't want to be a bad influence, but if you never try it, you'll never know how it feels. Then you'll always be curious, and you don't want that. You've just fantasized about it so much for so long, and I don't want to see you deny yourself your biggest fantasy. You can always lose the weight afterwards. I'll even help you lose it, so don't worry. It'll feel so good to finally give in and let yourself go. Just spend a year at 400 lbs, see how it feels, and then you can slim back down. Before you know it, you'll be skinny again, and it'll just be a fun memory. Of course, you might not want to slim down. You might decide that you like how it feels, and that you like being constantly turned on by your soft, quivering rolls, and that you like being trapped in a massive, obese body, and that you like constantly indulging and being a glutton. But you can decide that for yourself once you're there. I don't want to be a bad influence.

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The best part about training you to depend on me is when I leave things slightly out of your reach and watch you struggle without me.

Awww, are you too fat to pick stuff up off the ground? It'd be a shame if I put your phone on the floor across the room.

Are you hungry? I'll put the snacks just out of your reach.

Do you have a hard time touching yourself over that fat belly of yours? It'd be a shame if I teased you and turned you on but wouldn't finish you off so you have to sit there like a horny mess, unable to do anything about it.

Eventually I'll give in, I want to take care of you after all.

I just need to make sure every so often that you know your place <3

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i want ppl to noooticeeee what i’m doing to you 🥺 i want them to clock that the moment you started piling on blubber at a worrying rate coincided exactly with when you met me

you’d try to play it off for as long as you could of course. “it’s just relationship weight!” “i’m just happy and enjoying life!” and those aren’t lies, necessarily. but as excuses they’d definitely start to hold a bit less water when you’ve packed on 50lbs in just a few months

i want people to start to notice the extra few seconds my hand lingers on your widening gut. or the intense lust in both of our faces when i bring you a third plate piled high with desserts. i want to make you so helplessly obese that people end up thinking that i must be doing it on purpose. how else could this have happened?

eventually all doubt would fade away and everyone would know for sure i’ve been the one fattening you into a docile sow. they’d probably try to intervene, try to convince you that what i’m doing is “bad for you” and that you should leave me. but it would be far too late by then, wouldn’t it piggy 🥺 you’d be too far gone…all their pleas for you to stop would fall on deaf ears bc my silly little lardhog is smart enough to know daddy always knows best 🥰

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Use food to dumb me down. Make me dependant on decadent consumption of calories. I want to be so brainwashed by food that I struggle with even the most basic of cognitive tasks because all I want to do is eat more and get fatter

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Oh darlin its perfectly healthy to eat like you do. I am a strong believer that happiness is health and you're happy, right?

You love rolling over with a groan in bed and grabbing the box of doughnuts that is already there. Your eyes roll back and your cheeks bunch up over your eyes. That's happiness.

You love me shaking your flab as I give you a third helping of breakfast, that's what those moans mean, right? You're in bliss.

You love it when your heart pounds as you attempt to walk and I rush over with your 18" pizzas and ease you back into the bed. I see the speed at which you snatch those boxes from me and cram the cheese laden food down your throat as if it were just a quick snack.

You're happy so you're healthy. Pay no attention to that pain in your chest darling. You'll be healthier with another tray cake in you, because you'll be happier.

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conditioning might be the hottest concept in this kink to me

like good lord Please subtly train me to associate fullness with pleasure

withhold touch unless I'm full or actively eating

wake me up with a shake and finish me off before I pass out so my sleep addled brain links the two sensations inextricably

just straight up rewire my fat ass

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i'm going to leave your favorite snacks everywhere. a favorite candy bar on the nightstand. fresh cinnamon rolls on the kitchen counter when you wake up to make coffee. your favorite kind of trail mix in the car. extra little debbie cakes in your lunch box. do you think you can avoid temptation, or that your body will swell up to accommodate that many extra indulgences?

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ok fine, i admit it. i've been switching out your food. your fat free milk with heavy cream. your special k cereal with sugar-laden granola. when you're not looking, i've been pouring sugar into your drinks. adding melted butter to your plate. pumping cream and lard into your donuts. in my defense, i was only going to do it for a month just for my own fun...but is it just me, or did you catch on and start playing it up? grabbing extra servings of the fattiest foods. i know you noticed how sweet your drinks were becoming and how buttery everything tasted. groaning about why your healthy eating has only seemed to round you out ever more. so why don't you admit it, huh? tell me you like becoming a blob of a person. a chubby, panting couch potato. you do, don't you? have some more. honest, i didn't mess with your food this time. 😉

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What if... being dosed with sleeping drugs and then pumped full of gainer shakes when you're all half-asleep and drugged out so you have no idea why you're suddenly blowing up with a stomach so stretched from your nightly feedings that you're always hungry for more

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i want to secretly fatten someone up & encourage all of their bad habits until it gets to a point where they spend all day grazing and eating without me needing to do anything… i want them to be extremely addicted to food but they can’t even tell because i always make sure it’s readily available

playing it off as happy relationship weight and sizing up their clothes for them so they stop thinking about it while i keep loading up their plate with more fattening food

making them associate pleasure with being stuffed until they start getting horny just from eating

i don’t want them to realize until it’s way too late, their clothes barely fit and their belly always peeks out from under their shirts<3

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get addicted to junk food

and not like "omg I'm like soooo addicted to junk food haha I just just stop eating it hehe"

no

do you understand what addiction is? it's a need.

you did this to yourself, you've been eating this greasy junk for years and years and years, your body adapted, it got used to it and it's craving more

your body is in state where it physically and mentally needs it

it needs those greasy burgers and fries and other fast foods

it needs sweet , sirupy sodas, you can't even imagine drinking water

it needs those sugary snacks and cakes

and if it doesn't get them?

you get moody, sad, you body feels empty, you crab it, you shake, you need it

you need it

and you need it badly

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I love the idea of secret force gaining.

When I make food, sneak an extra cup or two of sugar into it. Make sure you add butter to everything I eat, but behind my back. Fill my morning coffee with unnecessary extra calories, and convince me to eat the extra donuts we were supposed to save for later. I’ll wonder why everything suddenly tastes SO much better, and why my clothes quit fitting me faster than they did before. It’ll all be because of you. My extra weight is directly because of you, secretly fattening me up even MORE than you normally would just because you can, just because you own me.

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Of course honey, fast food is good for you, it's so yummy and it will give you so much energy to do your work!

Of course honey, smoking so much feed is good for you do you can stay relaxed!

Of course honey, Not leaving the sofa all day is good, it shows a dedication!

What? That you can't leave the sofa? That you need my help? Why don't you take enother bite of your burger, do another hit of your vape and don't think too much okay?

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Hide apitite stimulants in my food. Take my water bottle and give me cream. Try to manipulate me into getting fatter please please. I'm begging anyway so why not? Bring me another snack before this one's gone.

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i want to be fed weight gain supplements and fattening foods without knowing and not realize how big i’ve become until it’s too late for me to stop it.

i’ll deny it at first, insisting that my far too tight clothes still fit and the scale must be broken.

but little to my knowledge, you’ve been training my body and my mind to love how chubby i’ve become. each time you fuck me, you make sure to grab the growing parts of me and give them some extra love, biting my thighs, squeezing my love handles and hanging stomach, and kissing my enlarged breasts.

even on the days when i hate this new body i found myself in, you find a way to cheer me up and make me forget all about my doubts. you’ll insist on cooking me dinner and promise me it’ll be healthy, that we’ll start going to the gym soon and i’ll be back to my slim figure before i know it.

of course, you don’t tell me that you cooked with tons of oils and butters, being sure to pack on the calories.

slowly, your manipulation will take control over me and i’ll give in to my desires. when you’re away at work, i’ll spend all day in bed, alternating between stuffing my face and masturbating at the thought of my body growing impossibly bigger.

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Lull me into a false sense of security by manipulating me with haes.

Tell me not to worry about the pain in my knees everytime I try to stand up and they buckle under my massive body. I just need to go to the gym and keep myself active, right?

It’s okay that I get out of breath from the smallest movements and have trouble with walking in stairs, it’s completely normal.

My back problems have nothing to do with my morbid obesity! Thin people get back problems too and it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that my spine has to carry my huge sloshing belly around!

My thighs are just thicc and me having to use a mobility scooter to get around bc I get too tired from waddling around by myself isn’t a concern at all.

I shouldn’t worry about such a pesky little thing such as a heart attack, lots of women have heart problems and my doctor is obviously just fatphobic! Just pop a pill into my mouth and keep encourage me to mindlessly overeat at all times.

Keep me dumb, keep me deluded, keep me helpless and keep me GROWING FATTER.