Provider Of Pudge

But of course your pup is completely insatiable.

The second you walk in with takeout in hand, their ears perk right up despite how stuffed they already are. Their eyes lock onto the bag instantly, pained whines turning needy as they reach for it with both paws like they’ve learned absolutely nothing, belly still audibly growling from everything they already crammed into it.

Robotic, Unflinching, Efficient.

What sat in front of you now is barely a person, resembling something closer to a fleshy automaton. On the outside she resembled something that could still be human, or at least organic. Her once thin, elegant frame was no more, replaced by a fleshy vessel that was obscene, grotesque, and absolutely perfect in size and shape. You could still tell that she was a person. She had all the required parts and pieces, but none looked or acted as intended.

Her body was wide, deep, and flabby. Her Gut was her most prominent feature, routinely varying between a fluffy, roll covered pad of slightly pink flesh, and a globular mass filled to the brim with anything within her reach with enugh calories. It was covered with deep, wide, amber stretch marks that existed as a permanent documentation of her continuous unrelenting growth.

Her legs were now essentially useless, leaving her in a sitting position, though this ability to be upright was now being threatened. The only evidence of her legs existence were the pudgy cankles and feet that poked out beyond her belly, and the massive thighs and ass that spread out around her.

Her arms were similarly layered with lard, but with little to support them they hung low, and this along with with her massive breasts getting in the way made the extremely unwieldy and cumbersome.

Despite this, she continued to shovel food into her face at an alarming rate. This should be no surprise to you however. This was exactly what you had trained her to do.

In all honesty, the most horrific part was that everything started out like any other relationship.

The two of you had met on a dating app, and after a few months decided to make things official. Through sheer luck, you would both realize that you shared a fondness for flab. It was decided that your partner would gain weight and that you would be her feeder. At first things were rocky. You were too nice, struggling to push her past any limits and struggling to give her the experience she wanted.

Scared of losing her, you took it upon yourself to become exactly what she wanted. You learned every trick in the book. Eating became associated with sexual pleasure after you refused to even touch her unless she was as full as possible. Gaining weight became associated with love and acceptance after weekly weigh-ins became a ritual where she was showered with praise and gifts. You were able to train her brain to ignore unpleasant tastes and textures, shifted the pain of being packed full of food with pleasure, and even took her on trips with little accommodation for her size or appetite to prove to her that anywhere outside your apartment was uncomfortable and harsh. Within just 6 months her every waking moment had become sitting in bed or on the couch, watching whatever mass produced slop media she was fixated on, and shoveling as much fatty processed "food" into her gut as possible. As she evolved, your role began to diminish as the dominos began to fall. Now driven by both lust and horror at what you had created, That's all you really could make yourself do.

In the present moment, things have reached their apex. Everything she does is instinctual and nearly thoughtless. Every time she grabs for food her arms would follow the same mechanical motion, every time she would chew it was simple and utilitarian, and each swallow was met with another handful of food whether or not the first bite was still being choked down. She had become like a factory, with each and every part and movement built to maximize production and minimize costs. In her case however, the goal was to maximize calories and minimize non essential movement.

As you watched this unstoppable force continue to gorge and grow, a thought radiated through your mind that haunted you.

Every factory needs fuel.

She couldn't get food by herself. Every calorie that entered her body had to be provided by you. You could stop this madness at any moment. You want to, knowing that she was eating herself into a catastrophe.

But you never do.

You can't let go. You had built her, and she was your responsibility. She was your trophy, and your source of pure animalistic pleasure.

You know what you did to her and it made you ecstatic. It was inevitable that when she reached her natural limit you would push her harder and harder, pushing her body until it couldn't handle any more.

And when she would finally give out, you would move on, find a new replacement, and let the cycle continue because deep down you knew that you had to do this.

In the end, what you have created here was inevitable.

Essentially they see fat people as abstract objects on a screen. There is no point in caring about the rights of an object. There is no point in being romantic with an object. You can just pretend to put up with fat people online as a means to an end because they aren’t people to them.

The amount of feedees on here who outright refuse to interact with this demographic for this reason kinda shows that this space has gotten safer mostly through the efforts of feedees protecting themselves instead of this group of feeders becoming better.

I feel its utterly misplaced to bring in terms like "healthy feedee" into the feedism community, because all it does is echoing the fatphobia we all experience in everyday society. It's even worse putting "healthy feedees" at the top of a supposed hierarchy inside feedism.

On top of that Health is immensely subjective and not something you can judge from the outside based on the fetish content we post and its not something you are allowed to have control over.

Being a very active feedee is valid. Being a very lazy feedee is valid. Gaining slow is valid. Gaining rapidly is valid. Gaining a lot is valid. Gaining little is valid. Going for immobility and deathfeedism is valid.

Feedees alone decide how they want to gain, how they want to live, what consequences they endure, what consequences they don't endure.

I for one am not "active" because i want to be a "healthy feedee" or "good fatty". I am active because my work, my hobbies, my partners enable it and I enjoy the things we do. I'll likely be less active at a point because I decided something is more important to me.