A Fan of Feederism

You stopped getting out of bed because you didn’t feel like it, and now you physically can’t because your legs can’t hold your weight without quivering. You read, you work from home, you watch movies, your intellect is beyond most, but physical ability is mundane. That’s beneath you at this point. Being this large however while there is great struggle, there’s great reward because every need is met. Why worry? And hearing you ask me, command me makes it even more romantic.

“Baby, I need to be changed. I made a mess.” “Baby girl, please rub my legs with the massage oil. Please put the silk pillows under my knees. You know they get sore when you don’t reposition me soon enough.”

“Where’s the pastries I asked for a few minutes ago? I’m wasting away here.”

“Can you just pick up a few more orders for me after work? The DoorDash fees are getting expensive.”

“My love, this fat pad won’t worship itself. This cock needs to be discovered. Don’t keep me waiting much longer.”