I'm always at an impass when it comes to gaining: on one side, the need to be blown up massively by a feeder; on the other my independant and ambitious side that wishes to live and travel while being able to move with no restrictions. Two ways of living that are sort of incompatible.
I am a realist when approaching the topic of gaining in a realistic way, and I'm able to say that all I desire is a relaxed and hedonistic way of gaining. I say what I want, how I want it and try to reach a consensus, and the goals mentioned never go too far.
But I can't deny the allure of a extreme weight size, of being rendered immobile by my own size and a wish to balloon up to the point I'm barely a functional human. The way my heart begins beating and my breath quickens when a man tells me his extreme and destructive goals for me, and I all I can think is how intense and sexy it is.
Usually when talking to feeders I prefer the more realistic approach, as it is a sign that things might go through (although unluckily they never do), yet I crave a depraved, merciless feeder talking in my ear and delving into this deep and inescapable longing.
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