Fattening Feedee

I've been writing since I was 11, and my fanfics and writings are still on the internet since I was in elementary school, (I should not have been on the internet at that age but alas). I've been drawing for about that same amount of time, and when I started making stuff, I had always made them together

TROD isn't the first story I have done both comics and long fic writing for, I've been doing that since like, 2015. It won't be the last either

I like doing both, feels more fulfilling to do both.

...Also I don't really feel confident in my art skills enough to create a comic that can have not only a consistent art style, but can accurately describe inner character monologue to the readers, provide context for the readers to pick up that the characters shouldn't, and uber amounts of foreshadowing

I hope you dont mind me using your ocean idiots stuff to make a janitor ai bot (NOT A NSWF ONE.). Sorry man but there are 0 bots of it and it makes me sad that such a good series has no bots in a website with millions of users. If you DO MIND. I guess just say so. I did give credits to you tho. Like duh. Why wouldnt i. Banger animatics

(^_^;)

As giving and caring a feeder could be, I'd still be relegated to some background presence. Only as good as the food I bring. Only as good as the chores and caretaking I offer.

Each passing day is a success by keeping her in bed. Any ambition snuffed out by a steady snack and meal regimen. Laziness becomes a trait, an identity. You don't "get" to eat in bed all day long. It's who you are. It's what you do.

I want that liberating feeling that every single action I take is turning someone into a blob. I want to strip away all the social grace. She HAS to have food in reach at all times. She HAS to be a bit unpresentable.

Erode her sensibility. There's no guilt to how bad these habits are, because any outside voice has long been silenced and removed. It's not bad that you are overstuffed and still hanging your mouth open when I hand feed you. Who's going to say it's wrong? Who's going to stop you? Who's going to stop me?

It'll all settle once your body eventually makes the decisions for you. It isn't a choice to stay indoors when the thought of lumbering across the house is unthinkable. Any whimsical ideas of going out into the world disappears. Why fantasize about the impossible?

All that's left is to keep eating and growing. The obscene reality that you haven't had a weight plateau in months and years isn't a problem. It's normal to feel your body take up more space in more inconvenient ways. Thighs too heavy for your legs to move. A belly that pins you down. Heavy arms and a heaving chest that dominates your field of vision. Even a neck and face so thickened by fat that you begin to forget what you used to look like.

Well, that’s not strictly true.

There’s too fat to walk,

Too fat to touch yourself.

Too fat to breathe unassisted,

Too fat for clothes,

And too fat to move (or be moved).

sure, you’ve got the standard sexualized goon-brain dumbification, then the offshoots of that based on whatever fetish, but what about the mundane things? hell, even the controversial things?

yes, your goal is to rot your brain…

so why aren’t you full sending it?

download some shitty mobile games. the ones with the bright colors and the nice sounds that require zero brain power. when playing the games or even just browsing the web, click on the ads that show you food; train your algorithm to recognize just how much of a pig you are. you’re always hungry for more. since cookies are so delicious, you’ll want to accept all of them. let your algorithm decide what you eat, and you’ll be eating a lot. it’s too hard to decide for yourself what you want anyways, especially with how your cravings change on a dime each time you’re distracted by another ad.

podcasts and shows that make you think are so overrated. ditch the podcasts altogether, that’s only using one of your senses, anyways. the more sensory input, the more dopamine. start watching slop. let those algorithms decide what you should watch, too. they’ll generate the most perfect, mouth watering and vulgar slop for you to have on in the background while you pig out. let those bright colors seep into your brain, entertained but not engaged. the more screens the better. the more food the better. the more dopamine triggers you can engrave into your daily routine, the better. it makes you feel good, after all. that’s all that should matter to you.

who cares if your carbon footprint is more like a carbon canyon? you’re much too dependent on your greasy, overly processed food to think twice about ordering delivery, much less think once about anything. you can just crank the air conditioning up when it gets too hot. and maybe order a milkshake, or down a pint of ice cream in one go. oh, but those ads for that fast food chain look so good… you’ll just have to make up for that hot deep fried junk food by eating two pints instead.

you know you want to; you don’t know any better.

Stock up, eat up, fatten up.

I look forward to seeing all your progress through spooky season and the festive season.

Conditioning a feedee by giving them ecstasy then having them stuff before and while it's kicking in..

After they're blimped and as high as one, just massage and pleasure them to forever link being stuffed to oblivion with nirvana