Life of My Feedee: Daily Routine

Chapter 1

Good morning, pig...

You wake up every morning already hungry, your massive body sprawled across the reinforced bariatric bed like a beached whale.

Your enormous spherical belly rests heavily on your torso, your thick fupa burying your cock completely, your soft man-tits resting on top of your gut.

You can barely move.

You don't need to.

This bariatric bed is your entire world now.

6:30 AM

I slide into bed beside you, still warm and naked from sleep. I press my firm body against your soft mass and kiss your heavy gut.

"Good morning, my greedy pig... Did my fat boy sleep well with that huge belly full from yesterday?"

I bring the first batch of Ultra Mass Gainer chocolate, thick, creamy, and loaded.

I place the funnel in your mouth and open the flow.

"Drink it all, my big boy... That's it, swallow every drop for me. Feel how it fills you from the inside, making that beautiful belly even heavier. You're starting the day right , already swelling for your misstress. Good pig... keep drinking. I love how your belly growls when you obey me."

While you swallow, I massage your belly in slow, deep circles.

"Mmm, feel that? Your belly is already getting tighter... so warm and full. You're such a good glutton for me."

9:30 AM

After the gainer, I bring a huge tray: a tower of pancakes soaked in caramel and melted butter, and a stack of triple burgers dripping with cheese and bacon.

"Open wide, my glutton... Look at this breakfast I made just for you. I want you to feel every bite stretching that fat belly even more. Eat for me, my fat boy. Yes... just like that. Chew slowly and swallow. I love watching your cheeks puff out when you're stuffed."

I feed you by hand, pushing big bites into your mouth while rubbing your belly.

"You're doing so well... Feel how heavy it's getting already? That's all for me. You're my perfect pig. Keep eating... I want this belly rounder and tighter by the time we finish."

1:00 PM

Lunch Overload...

The biggest meal.

Multiple family-sized pizzas, giant portions of lasagna with extra cheese, buckets of fried chicken.

"Time for lunch, my hungry milk cow... Look at all this food. I brought it just to make you fatter. Open up. Yes... take it all. Feel how your stomach is stretching? That's the feeling I love , you getting fuller and fuller for me. You're such a greedy boy. Don't stop. I want you so stuffed you can barely breathe."

I keep one hand on your belly the whole time, pressing and kneading it.

"Good boy... listen to those gurgles. Your belly is working so hard for me. You're becoming exactly what I want , a soft, helpless, constantly eating pig."

4:30 PM

Dessert time. Whole cakes, tubs of ice cream, donuts, thick milkshakes.

"Here comes the sweet part, my glutton... You always get so excited for dessert even when you're already full. Open that mouth for me. Mmm, yes... take that big spoonful. Feel the cream filling you up even more? You're so cute when you're this stuffed. Keep swallowing, my fat boy. I want that belly pushing out even further."

I massage your belly more intensely now, bouncing it gently.

"Look at you... so round and tight. You're my perfect stuffed pig. I love how helpless you look when you're this full."

8:00 PM

Another massive round , pasta with cream sauce, more burgers, grilled meats.

"Final big meal of the day, my greedy pig... I saved the best for last. Eat everything. Yes... just like that.

Feel how your belly is fighting to hold it all? That's exactly how I want you , so full it hurts, but still taking more for me.

You're such a good boy. My perfect, obedient, fat pig."

11:00 PM

I connect the automatic feeding machine with a slow overnight flow of gainer. I lie beside you, one hand resting on your massively swollen belly, gently rubbing it as you drift off.

"Sleep well, my stuffed boy... Keep growing for me even while you dream. Tomorrow we start all over again, and I'm going to make you even bigger."

This is your daily life now , a constant, sensual cycle of being fed, touched, worshipped, and reminded of your place.

Every bite, every massage, every whisper reinforces that you are my perfectly conditioned, gluttonous, immobile feedee.