I am the host of a secret feederism game show called Tummy Tower. It’s a “Big Brother” style show where a group of SSBBWs live together in a house for a year and compete to gain the most weight before the final challenge.
For my contestants (the Tummies), I find ten SSBBWs who are attractive, greedy and not very bright. They are told that they’ll be living in an exotic location for a year and the fattest woman at the end of the show will get a thousand dollars for every pound she weighs, which could turn out to be over half a million if they’re really dedicated to fattening up. All they have to do is sign an NDA and not tell anyone where they’re going or why until after the show is over.
The Tummies eagerly agree and I fly them out to a house owned by the show. For the next year, my staff and I push them to gorge themselves silly, compete in humiliating challenges with equally humiliating punishments and get involved in loud messy drama with other contestants.
We play favorites to increase the tension between them and they’re secretly encouraged to sleep with the staff for extra advantages during the challenges. By the end of the year, they are all much fatter than they started and they hate each other passionately.
The final challenge is a naked eating contest in front of a live audience. The Tummies are told that it’s winner-take-all, no second chances and no holding back. They stuff themselves with all they’ve got until they’re too full to move or even talk. To check this, the staff pinch their bellies and force feed any Tummy who still has enough energy to react to the pinch.
Once I’m convinced that my Tummies are completely helpless and stuffed to their limits, I announce the winner of the show. It’s the wealthy cannibals in the audience, who have been the only ones watching the entire time and who will now be bidding on their favorite Tummy to take home and eat.
My poor silly Tummies can’t even squirm or protest as I auction them off one by one. And of course, I start the bidding for the fattest one at a thousand dollars per pound.
If I could draw, I'd make it a graphic novel.
For my contestants (the Tummies), I find ten SSBBWs who are attractive, greedy and not very bright. They are told that they’ll be living in an exotic location for a year and the fattest woman at the end of the show will get a thousand dollars for every pound she weighs, which could turn out to be over half a million if they’re really dedicated to fattening up. All they have to do is sign an NDA and not tell anyone where they’re going or why until after the show is over.
The Tummies eagerly agree and I fly them out to a house owned by the show. For the next year, my staff and I push them to gorge themselves silly, compete in humiliating challenges with equally humiliating punishments and get involved in loud messy drama with other contestants.
We play favorites to increase the tension between them and they’re secretly encouraged to sleep with the staff for extra advantages during the challenges. By the end of the year, they are all much fatter than they started and they hate each other passionately.
The final challenge is a naked eating contest in front of a live audience. The Tummies are told that it’s winner-take-all, no second chances and no holding back. They stuff themselves with all they’ve got until they’re too full to move or even talk. To check this, the staff pinch their bellies and force feed any Tummy who still has enough energy to react to the pinch.
Once I’m convinced that my Tummies are completely helpless and stuffed to their limits, I announce the winner of the show. It’s the wealthy cannibals in the audience, who have been the only ones watching the entire time and who will now be bidding on their favorite Tummy to take home and eat.
My poor silly Tummies can’t even squirm or protest as I auction them off one by one. And of course, I start the bidding for the fattest one at a thousand dollars per pound.
If I could draw, I'd make it a graphic novel.
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