Itās always variations on getting kidnapped and going missing for me lol
Like thereās one version where I collude with my ācaptorā to make it easy by handing over my phone and wallet to be disposed of while they smuggle me into Canada or something. Iām super eager at first, they treat me really well and I gain a ton of weight. I donāt read much into it because this was my idea, too. But about a year into it, when Iām like 500 lbs and starting to have real mobility issues, my feederās unhinged side comes out. And I learn the reason they went along with such a crazy idea. Maybe Iām 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 donāt even try to escape while I can still move because Iām too addicted to it all. Iām tethered to the bed with no sense of night and day, all thatās 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.
Thereās 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 theyāve been reading my darkest fantasy posts online for years just as the drugs slipped into my tea kick in. When I regain consciousness, Iām cuffed to a bed in what I have to assume is one of their rooms. My ādateā 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 Iāll have a great time if I just cooperate. Theyāre going to fatten me up until Iām completely immobile just like I wanted, and in exchange Iām going to be their āboyfriend.ā
Boyfriend of course is in quotes, because Iām kept locked in that room. I actually go along with it, because Iām That Freak, but itās a rollercoaster of experiences. My feeder is obsessed with realizing my uninhibited fantasies about letting somebody control my life by fattening me up until Iām 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 Iām not āgood.ā 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 Iām immobile and half-crazy anyway. When I pass 900, they start to ācelebrateā every day Iām still withstanding their continuous fattening by making me eat a whole cake with my current weight written on it. Etc
7 months
