Gluttony abounds

 It always amazes me how little I can care about a feedee Like blob off fat just got out of the hospital after ending up in there after a particularly good stuffing and my first words to them when they returned were "you were teasing me I thought that last one finally did you in"  But the part I really hate about this ...   Is that I still cared that they were back and "healthy" I may show little care for feedees but the way I see it I still show too much care for them  Go check out this hog and make sure her next stuffing is a good one  https://www.tumblr.com/bloboffat?source=share

 The reality of being my feedee Daily mommy gets bombarded with messages of desperate pigs begging to be my feedee, but i doubt they realize the truth of what that entails. When you become my feedee, that's all you'll be, not a partner, not a friend, or a loved one, just, my, feedee! And don't expect a gentlewoman of a feeder doting on you I'm here to force you to gain as much weight as possible, nothing more nothing less. I don't do limits, or no, or "can we skip a day" you will be my feedee and my word matters more then you do  You won't live for yourself any more, no, you will live exclusively for my pleasure! Don't get too attached to friends or family, they won't see you again once you belong to me, and I will own you, Infact no one will hear from you again, until they find your obituary and some choice photos of your lard packed body. Being my feedee means giving up on every other aspect of life, no seeing other people, no watching tv, no...

 

 

 

 I need you to eat darling  Not just eat but gorge! Don't just eat till your full, eat till it hurts Till you think you may die if you have another bite  Don't listen to your body when it says that's enough it's wrong and you know it Fatty like you can never have enough  Binge eat like your life depends on it Binge all the time gorge till it hurts I want to see you cry from how full you are Anything less is a waist of time

 You've given up everything for gluttony, for this fetish, for the fat hanging useless body your now trapped in the one that's so packed with lard it can't do anything but the most basic functions, the lard sack that's left you house bound for years was it worth it ...  Of course it was pig, your life was worthless before when you could leave the house isn't life so much better feeling your body slowly fail under the mound of fat you've become isn't the impending immobility great, now stop having silly thoughts about moving and eat up