#feedee support

How quickly you go from "I am in complete control" to "Control me completely"?

Such a good little greedy girl, letting me take over all your thinking for you. You know that this is what is best, and I tell you so. You love letting me keep you full and overstuffed, why would you need to worry about anything else?

You are such a glutton.

Can't stop eating, can you?

You have outgrown those.

Yet when you drink or smoke, it breaks through. When your mind softens and the self imposed barriers fall away, there you are - the real you.

The real you with a mouth full of food, a belly swollen with snacks and drinks. A heavy distended tummy poking out over your unbuttoned shorts. Your shirt desperately trying to hold on and not roll up to show your true desire.

You stumble home, cradling your belly. All you want is more. You flop on the bed, desperate to remove the confining fabric and admire yourself. Off it goes. The restriction lifts. Ecstasy as you rub your belly and reach between your thighs. More is the thought that consumes you.

I saw through you the first time we met.

Now, after hundreds of hazy binges, you dwarf that tiny figure you once had. No more shame or resistance as you stuff your face and edge yourself for hours until you can barely breathe.

Enjoying a few eggnog (and whisky) and all I can think about is supporting a beautiful greedy piggy and her desires to fatten up.

It can be wholesome, providing a safe plan and kind words.

It can be influence, providing the excuse and taking the blame.

It can be destructive, pushing the limits and ignoring the truth.