pdt:
I've got another good one, lol.
I'm kinda workshopping this into a story, but it's a *very* compelling and dangerous fantasy for me.
Maybe I start chatting with a feeder online, as I sometimes do. We talk for a long time and find out that we're a perfect match in kinks, where he or she is a completely obsessed feeder and fattener, who wants to take away all control of my body and turn me into a helpless, blob-like sex slave. But I have so many obligations. I invested too far into having a normal life, and now I have student loans and car payments to think about. How am I going to keep my career if I'm bed-bound?
My feeder presents a solution to me. They live alone, in a house out in the country, no neighbors, like several states and almost 2000 miles away from me. They're some kind of executive, and very well-off. And, they point out, people go missing all the time. Cold cases. My feeder and I work together to plot my own kidnapping disappearance. One day, I leave the office for my lunch break, drive to some sit-down restaurant that none of my coworkers ever go to during the day, and literally climb into my feeder's van as though they offered me candy.
I empty my pockets and surrender my phone and wallet to them, and that's it. I've now trapped myself into this course of action. My phone and wallet get left in trash cans in two different states on the first day of driving, I officially no longer have an identity. My new name is "Fatboy", or maybe "Piggy".
The last leg of our trip, I spend with a bag over my head. I'm led out of the car, through a house, carefully down into a basement, and the bag is finally removed. It's my new home. My feeder refers to it as "the dungeon", but it's more like a modest apartment. I'm told that, for the rest of my life, I am to eat anything and everything that my feeder gives me. I'll work toward weight or size goals of their choice. I'll be periodically evaluated by seeing how long it takes me to climb up the basement stairs and reach a phone. The bed is equipped with wrist and ankle cuffs, and the little kitchen has a wide assortment of gags, funnels, tubes and other tools proudly displayed on a big pegboard.
If I'm good, I'll be allowed to freely move around the basement (while I still can) and choose my own entertainment while my feeder is out of the house. If I don't eat enough, or I try to get away, or otherwise break the rules, they promise me that I'll become helpless, obese, and immobile, but they can either make it very pleasurable and sexy, or they can make it very clinical and unpleasant. They show me a sort of chickenwire cage that they can assemble around my bed at any time to restrict my movement to just rolling around on the mattress if I abuse my privileges. It's my life forever now. I'll be stuffed to my limits every day, and used like an increasingly soft and helpless plaything. I'll become addicted to being force fed and fucked, and my weight will quickly spiral out of control, and that will be the rest of my natural life, all for my feeder's twisted pleasure, and nobody will ever know where I disappeared to.
This is so hot. I'd want to be the feedee and have a male feeder in that scenario, but seriously A+ fantasy right there. I wish it could happen IRL. Damn logistics and laws!
