Chubby Gal Ronnie

Imagine being so fat that all the blubber you have on your belly would be just on a single arm. Yes, that's right. Probably dozens of pounds of fat just on a single arm. Stuffing yourself would become quite difficult then, wouldn't it? It'd be so hot to watch you struggle, barely able to bring your hand to your mouth, yet desperately wanting more.

Now imagine how fat your belly would be, if just your arms were that huge already. Would you be able to close your legs while sitting? Would it touch the floor? You'd be comically massive, probably incapable of walking more than 100 steps at once, with so much heavy fat jiggling around and weighing you down. You'd be a sight to behold.

As giving and caring a feeder could be, I'd still be relegated to some background presence. Only as good as the food I bring. Only as good as the chores and caretaking I offer.

Each passing day is a success by keeping her in bed. Any ambition snuffed out by a steady snack and meal regimen. Laziness becomes a trait, an identity. You don't "get" to eat in bed all day long. It's who you are. It's what you do.

I want that liberating feeling that every single action I take is turning someone into a blob. I want to strip away all the social grace. She HAS to have food in reach at all times. She HAS to be a bit unpresentable.

Erode her sensibility. There's no guilt to how bad these habits are, because any outside voice has long been silenced and removed. It's not bad that you are overstuffed and still hanging your mouth open when I hand feed you. Who's going to say it's wrong? Who's going to stop you? Who's going to stop me?

It'll all settle once your body eventually makes the decisions for you. It isn't a choice to stay indoors when the thought of lumbering across the house is unthinkable. Any whimsical ideas of going out into the world disappears. Why fantasize about the impossible?

All that's left is to keep eating and growing. The obscene reality that you haven't had a weight plateau in months and years isn't a problem. It's normal to feel your body take up more space in more inconvenient ways. Thighs too heavy for your legs to move. A belly that pins you down. Heavy arms and a heaving chest that dominates your field of vision. Even a neck and face so thickened by fat that you begin to forget what you used to look like.

If you're like "lmao you look like a gross transmisogynistic caricature now and nobody is gonna want you like that" then you're doing it wrong. I mean nut to whatever makes you nut, but don't put your baggage on other people.

It aught to be the same with feederism.