#group feedee

Getting invited out to dinner with someone's friends, only to find out that my whole purpose being there isn't to join in conversations or be good company, but to eat everything the one who invited me and her friends order for me.

And to receive headpats and belly rubs.

~w~

Debating on if I think it would be fun to have tinsel draped around me while I'm in that state, or if all those tiny plasticy strands would be far too much overstimulation against my straining, hypersensitive, barely-holding-together skin.

Make it so that whenever I'm hanging out with my friends, they just casually keep passing me more and more food with the full expectation that I'll keep eating so long as they do, just because they know I like food.

The fact that they'd practically be blowing me up like a balloon doesn't even cross their mind, all they care is that I'm enjoying myself whenever we hang out.

And because it would be so casual, I'd so regularly be overblown with food due to how easy it would be to go overboard without meaning to.

Especially if they're the kinda aides who happen to also very much want a barely mobile blob of a boss that they can tease and fatten all they want while still doing their jobs.

~w~;;;

I may be their employer, but it is quite clear to all who look at us as a whole, especially on restaurant outings…

They're the ones who are actually in charge, especially once I'm fat enough to outright REQUIRE their help.

Two or more feeders who themselves are already barely mobile, working together, doing everything in their power to make sure I fattened to weigh as much as all of them together, multiplied by how many of them there are.

Hrm...

I think my ideal feedism relationship would be with two feeders, probably platonic, bonus if they were in a regular relationship themselves...

But I'd need for one of them to be using encouragement and praise to fatten me, and the other to be bullying me into getting fatter...

Get me kidnapped by a group of feeders who have a little competition going…

They each keep me for up to a week, stuffing me and feeding me as much as they possibly can, until I actually hit a point where I'm begging them to stop, at which point I'm passed off to the next feeder…

The one who can make me last the longest -and- make me eat the most wins, they discuss their strategies with each other with me tied up on the table they're chatting over, and then they take what they learned from each other and run the contest again.