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<- PREVIOUS (part 2/4) In which Nubuhkah ia having some doubts™️

Like it’s not even a “treat” or a “cheat meal” thing. It’s automatic. I grab my keys, get in the car, and before I even think about where I’m going, I’m already pulling into a line somewhere. McDonald’s, Wendy’s, Taco Bell… it doesn’t matter. I just need something hot, greasy, and way too much of it.

And it’s never just one thing. I tell myself I’ll get something small… and then I’m ordering like I haven’t eaten in days. Two burgers, large fries, nuggets, a soda… sometimes I’ll even add dessert before I’ve taken a single bite. The worst part? I’m already thinking about the next stop before I finish the first bag.

I eat in the car most of the time now. Sitting there, engine running, windows fogging up a little while I just shovel it in as fast as I can. No plate, no pause, no control. Just bite after bite until everything’s gone and I’m sitting there full to the point of discomfort… and still not satisfied.

Errands that should take 20 minutes turn into these ridiculous loops of drive thru after drive thru. I’ll literally plan my route around food. If there’s a stretch of road without a place to pull in and order, I feel it. Like I’m missing something. Like I need to fix it.

I don’t even wait to get home anymore. I can’t. The second I have food in my hands, it’s over. It’s like this switch flips and I just… go. No thinking, no stopping. Just stuffing my face until there’s nothing left.

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There seem to be a fair amount of unrepentant feedees who get obscenely fat off the doting care of mothers willing to keep their sweet little angels bloated, swollen and useless

If you look at your child drowning in excess flesh and to keep shoveling goodies into them, there needs to be some sort of crossed wiring in there- no good parent without something a little wrong with them would see someone they're supposed to nurture into their best selves struggling to move their bloated body or even breath and keep enabling them- keep making them even fatter and more pathetic

I think more often than not, these moms are feedists, too - kinks are inherited, after all, and most feeders and feedees feel at least a little of both impulses

Feedists tend to have more than just a sexual desire to dote and care for those they love. It's a drive inside us to make sure the people we love and care for are never hungry, always satisfied.

Fat, and happy

I think most of these mothers never don't realize they have these kinks, so lacking the vocabulary, the impulse to feed feels 100% innocent to them. A non-sexual compulsion to only feel at peace when the people they care for are bloated messes, completely satisfied, never wanting for anything

They never realize their adult children aren't 'hungry' at all, that they aren't feeding an appetite or need for food any more. They're just enabling someone choosing to ruin themselves for sexual gratification

And they can't even recognize or admit that the drive that's helping them overlook what they're actually doing is tied deeply into their sexual psyche. The inability to acknowledge it letting them carry on like this unrepentant overfeeding is just what love looks like