The Winding

To have someone constantly plotting and planning behind my back all the ways they could influence my appetite and habits in order for me to fatten up for their pleasure... 😍

It could be anything from 'accidentally' ordering too much and guilting me into finishing an extra plate... or two or three with puppy dog eyes. Telling me that it would go to waste if I didn't finish it all.

Or spending the time to understand me and the kinds of food I could just eat mindlessly. Setting me up on the couch to play a game or watch a movie and constantly refilling the supply of snacks that they keep me surrounded by so I don't even notice how much I'm eating before it's too late.

Maybe Pavlov-ing me into expecting pleasure whenever I'm stuffed painfully full so as to re-wire my brain into enjoying food even more than I already do.

Perhaps cutting the size tags off my clothes and replacing them with larger sizes so I don't notice my clothes getting tighter on me. And when my belly sticks out so far that I can't even see the numbers on the scale anymore, keeping me in the dark about just how much I've grown.

Maybe even when they're honest with me about how they are fattening me up, hiding just how much of an influence they're being and obscuring their true goals for my size. Bargaining with me just to get me to gain another 20lbs. Telling me that it's only a little more until I reach a nice round number. Telling me that I'm so close to a big milestone, aren't I curious what it would be like to be so big? Rewards for reaching those milestones that just result in even more weight. Constantly shifting the goalposts and making me blow past many soft limits.

I would so enjoy seeing just how much a feeder like that was enjoying it too.

"Save for later", that's one of the biggest lies you tell to yourself all the time "Oh, I'll just order extra so I have some leftovers" "Buying the package is cheaper and I can have something to snack on during the week". But those extras never last, they always manage to end inside your belly by the end of the day, no wonder you've been getting bigger and much greedier, all that snacking ends up turning into a stuffing and it only makes your appetite much bigger, more ravenous and more difficult to satisfy, so you only end up eating more.

Quite a viscious cycle if you asked me, and it's quite a predicament the one in which you're in, wishing to pretend that you're in full control of this situation, while we all know that you're controlled by gluttony, by your appetite if we are more specific. So tell me what you're gonna do once a you get a feeder, you're already ballooning by yourself, so how are you gonna handle having a feeder pushing you and feeding you? How are you gonna handle having not only your insatiable appetite, but also a desire to gain, a feeder and no way of denying food that's put in front of you?

Being fat enough, stuffed enough, that rolling left and right in bed is so difficult. You can just barely get the momentum to heave yourself back and forth, the mountains of you wobbling while your stomach gurgles from the sudden movement. Getting to the side of the bed is even more difficult. Shifting your huge legs, grabbing at anything to help you pull up with your fat, swollen hands. Huffing and puffing, finally getting your feet on the floor. You have to take a break before trying anything else, of course. And the temptation to just lie back down is so strong…

They were supposed to drive home, but after dinner, they just... need a break.

They had work to do this afternoon, furniture to assemble. But they can't even stand straight without buckling and clutching their swollen stomach.

They were supposed to join the party after dinner, but they can't get their pants done up, let alone ass out the door.

They meant to go for dinner, but they went so hard on the snacks that they are pretty sure they wouldn't be able to eat another bite ever again.

You're supposed to meet the bank, but the button of their good shirt snapped clean off, and they burp every time they take a step. And the way they sway when they stand is just...not presentable.

They make it to the movie, but as soon as the lights are out, they've snapped open their jeans and are nodding off in the dark. You can see the outline of their swollen gut and their hand slowly rubbing until they droop off.

It's that sheepish look. "I want to. I didn't mean to--it's just. It was so good. I had to finish it. I thought I could. I couldn't help myself. I mean--look at this. I can't go anywhere like this."

"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.