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The real evil feeder thing to do is retaliate when she complains about getting too fat, needs to do SOME exercise, it's hard to do things.

Drive her a mile from home. Drop her off. Ok Miss Marathon, exercise. Walk home. Let's see those little hams of yours work.

Oh, you wanted dinner? Here's a dry salad. Miss Active Healthy Girl isn't getting a big meal tonight.

Watch her squirm. Try to flirt her way into getting a cookie. A burger. Something substantial. No no no. Food is fuel, not a treat.

And then keep it up. Lock the fridge, lock the cupboards. Breakfast is a half cup of oatmeal with water. Lunch is an apple. Dinner is another dry salad.

Drive her even further from home the next day. Unreasonably so, perhaps two miles.

I want to see her beg. Angry. Tell her she has to gain 100lbs in a year. It's a scary number. The number she's at is already high. She'll say it's unrealistic. That would make her nearly homebound.

Drive her three miles from home the next day. Ignore the panic as she realizes what is happening. Shush, maybe you shouldn't take what you had with me for granted.

feedist kinktober 06 : ocean delight

Someone says boobs? Yeah okay.

Someone says a word for genitals? Whatever.

Someone says tummy? 😳😳😳 what do you mean you can just say that in public

Especially when it's said super cutely jsiishfbkfofjjdks

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