I've been feeling pulled back toward softer feedism lately.
"I baked this for you," feedism. "I saw they had your favorite," feedism. "Do you want seconds?" feedism. "Let's spend the night in, I'll order," feedism.
"You'll be more comfortable with those unbuttoned."
"The gym will still be there tomorow."
"Your body will always be the perfect size for me."
"I just want to know you're satisfied."
"I know a perfect form of cardio for you."
"Just one more bite, so I know you really enjoyed it."
"Yes, I'll help you up."
Gentle. Loving. Devious.
I just want to make someone dinner. And dessert. And bring them snacks while they work. Day after day. Increase their portions. Step up their meal schedule. Leave little, irresistible treats where they're bound to notice them. Surreptitiously size up their clothing so they don't have to confront their gain. Soothe their worries with kisses and distract them from their plans to lose weight (with everything that comes after kisses.)
