Submission and domination

Helping someone with an overeating problem but instead just absolutely fattening them up.

It would be awesome to be drugged and fattened up into a huge blob by female feeder My feeder would give appetite stimulants, something to slow my metabolism down and make me sleepy / lazy. I would be like submissive eating machine that didn't have any control and be like a dream / hazy state all the time. Like drifting on a soft cloud without worries, not caring about future and only to have pleasure by eating, stuffing and being full. With would be turning me on because really full belly equals weight gain and this would make me horny.

It would be even hotter if female feeder would be nurse. Like keeping track of my weight gain by charting my gain, putting me on the scale, taking measurements, taking photos and commenting my expanding body.

I don't know if you've ever seen this pic but it should be used as an illustration here.

OOF for some reason that sounds soooo hot. A greedy fatty who's just managed to get her eating under control and lose the pounds. Feeling fragile and still fatter than she actually is now. Gaining her trust, making her feel accepted, making sure she relies on you. And all the while finding out exactly what triggers binges.

Being subtly groomed to eat more and more, manipulated and enabled by the exact person who's supposedly helping me develop healthy eating patterns and not even realizing it until it's too late, until my stomach is stretched and I go through painful withdrawal if I can't gorge myself to the point of pain several times a day. Obsessed with eating, nothing else matters, barely registering how my enormous swollen balloonbelly is getting slapped and poked and prodded as I gorge, bite chew swallow repeat until I'm too fat to even do that by myself.

to be swallowed whole into the big belly of a fat feedee and kept in there

In short. Fattened to get on the menu.
With regular checks until I am ready

This sounds amazing 😍😍

Mine is to fell in love with a girl but she only wants my fat belly meat! She fattens me up without me noticing at first step but one day she ties me up, puts an apple in my mouth and rubs my belly with a lot of oil and fuck me one last time while biting my fat belly

permenent age regression, living 24/7 as a 2 yr old

It’s always variations on getting kidnapped and going missing for me lol

Like there’s one version where I collude with my “captor” to make it easy by handing over my phone and wallet to be disposed of while they smuggle me into Canada or something. I’m super eager at first, they treat me really well and I gain a ton of weight. I don’t read much into it because this was my idea, too. But about a year into it, when I’m like 500 lbs and starting to have real mobility issues, my feeder’s unhinged side comes out. And I learn the reason they went along with such a crazy idea. Maybe I’m brought to some kind of basement room with cameras, and my feeder alludes to breaking some kind of record, and stops trating me like a human being altogether as I become some kind of dark web spectacle where my only source of stimulation is the rough feeding sessions that cause me to balloon outrageously. I don’t even try to escape while I can still move because I’m too addicted to it all. I’m tethered to the bed with no sense of night and day, all that’s left in my life is my feeder submitting me to increasingly extreme treatment, and a nearby monitor that lets me see anonymous chat users making requesting custom sessions, or forming a betting pool about how big I can get before my body gives out.

There’s another version where I meet up with somebody for a date that goes amazing, and when we get back to their place they reveal that they’ve been reading my darkest fantasy posts online for years just as the drugs slipped into my tea kick in. When I regain consciousness, I’m cuffed to a bed in what I have to assume is one of their rooms. My “date” reads back some of my wildest fetish posts to me, from across like different user names and platforms from my whole life, and tells me that I’ll have a great time if I just cooperate. They’re going to fatten me up until I’m completely immobile just like I wanted, and in exchange I’m going to be their “boyfriend.”
Boyfriend of course is in quotes, because I’m kept locked in that room. I actually go along with it, because I’m That Freak, but it’s a rollercoaster of experiences. My feeder is obsessed with realizing my uninhibited fantasies about letting somebody control my life by fattening me up until I’m absolutely helpless, and uses that to push my buttons while at the same time holding over my head the constant threat of what can happen if I’m not “good.” I come to understand that access books and tv, being allowed get out of bed and therefore access the toilet, or getting food/water *at all* are completely contingent on my ability to withstand their daily extreme feedings, as well as reciprocating their smothering affection for me. My sanity crumbles as my body practically inflates around me. They take progress pictures of me and pin them up where I can see the whole timeline as I double and then triple in weight. When I pass 600 lbs, my feeder stops bothering with the restraints because I’m immobile and half-crazy anyway. When I pass 900, they start to “celebrate” every day I’m still withstanding their continuous fattening by making me eat a whole cake with my current weight written on it. Etc