Feedee Izzy

Forced diets till crash

I really adore the idea of a feedee being told to get on all fours and then gasping in shock as they realize their belly finally touches the ground beneath them when they do. Their pretty round faces going red when they realize they have become that fat. The sensation of their fleshy middle rolls barely making contact or maybe landing with a meaty shocking thud for the first time. They didn’t know they were truly that fat yet. Their eyes glazing over and their bodies suddenly quivering as they realize the full extent of the weight they have gained in a way clothes not fitting, their constant hunger, and every other not so little clue never told them. The knowledge that they have grown so fat that on all fours their belly has finally grown swollen enough to touch the ground below them.

And realizing they can’t ever turn back.

Offer me money per pound. Punish me with lower rates if I dare to shed any weight.

Set weight goals I have to reach each month so I can make rent.

Then each month as I get fatter and lazier, I grow more and more dependant on your finances - until suddenly I’m too fat for my active job.

Then you’re really in control.

You can move me in. “It’s temporary. Only until you’re back on your feet”.