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There’s something so hot about the idea of being kidnapped and forced fed. It takes away the choice of me gaining weight. I no longer get to decide when, what, and how much I eat. The future state of my body because someone else’s decision. I’m done when they say I’m done. And maybe one day they’ll let me go, let me waddle to freedom, let me back out into the real world with an extra 150 hanging heavy on my belly.

if we drink together you have to tilt my chin up and pour shots into my mouth until i can't walk please

My dream feeder/encourager would forcefeed me with alcohol and food 24/7 and constantly degrade me as I get fatter and fatter. Aggressively slapping and groping my cellulite ridden body and laughing as I moan and choke on the vodka shake I'm being funnel fed. Making me wear tight clothes in public, getting excessively drunk and making an obese fool of myself in front of everyone 😵‍💫

oooof

There really is nothing hotter than a girl getting blackout drunk, fully aware that she's doing it. Like, you know you're gonna start slurring your words. You know you'll barely be able to stand up straight. You know you're gonna start acting crazy. You know you might even throw up, pass out on the floor, have to be carried to bed, and wake up with a headsplitting hungover. And you still do it? That's hot as fuck.

Let's play a game where you get to feed me as many drinks and gummies as you want, and all I have to do is act sober. That's it. If I can make it the night without anybody figuring out how fucked up I am, I win! But if someone suspects, then you win. But I'm warning you now, I'm really good at this game. Sure, I can't always quite remember how it ends, but I know I always win!