A Fan of Feederism

Part of the fantasy of making someone immobile is getting to take care of them 24/7 😩

Them being completely helpless, relying entirely on you for everything, right down to simple tasks, because they’re too fat (and probably too lazy) to do anything on their own.

But also being able to provide for someone completely, taking care of their every need and desire, and pampering them as much as possible.

I mean come on, did you really think this gravy train could keep rolling without you ending up an adorable little blob that needs help? You thought when this started with your porn-destroyed little hog brain that you wouldnt need help until 500, 600 pounds, but no. You’re barely 400 and already tying your shoes is a distant impossibility, showering leaves you wheezing and weak in the knees, wiping is getting harder to reach, hell, that flight of stairs at your work is getting you so sore lately.

So of course you get all the help you need. Your insulin injections are handled, you are bought a cane to help you waddle, we get you that disabled parking pass, we help you clean those magnificient folds in the shower as you perch on your bariatric bench, and yes sweetie, we tie your shoes for you. We adjust your CPAP, we replace your inhaler which seems to get more and more used by the day, we buy you creams and lotions to keep those beautiful thighs and that doughy flab from chafing too much, and your deep tissue massages are plentiful.

We bring the joy back into your life you might have missed. We make sure to take you out to dinner. We take you to the mall and be extra patient. We still take you with friends to amusement parks and fairs and conventions, even as they stare in concern. Fun never leaves your life, because wherever all that poundage is weighing you down your loving, enabling partner is there to help lift you back up.

New video up on Clips4Sale and out on my OF! Come watch me stuff myself with birra pizza🤤🐷

Food for thought. 😏

(cw: heavy breathing)