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
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
2 weeks
