I've been gaining weight.
I'm already doing such a bad job at watching what I eat. I'm just a few pounds shy of the heaviest I've ever been. I really wanted to watch what I eat tonight, but then my feeder caught me sneaking a donut and made me eat five more of them! He's just merciless with me when he catches me like this. I can cry and beg and whimper and it doesn't matter to him.

Strawberry filling on my cheeks, milk spilling down my chin, my chubby wrists and ankles fighting against his restraints. He ties tight ropes around my belly and ignores my pleading for him to ...

I've been gaining weight.
I'm already doing such a bad job at watching what I eat. I'm just a few pounds shy of the heaviest I've ever been. I really wanted to watch what I eat tonight, but then my feeder caught me sneaking a donut and made me eat five more of them! He's just merciless with me when he catches me like this. I can cry and beg and whimper and it doesn't matter to him.

Strawberry filling on my cheeks, milk spilling down my chin, my chubby wrists and ankles fighting against his restraints. He ties tight ropes around my belly and ignores my pleading for him to stop stuffing me. But I'm no match for him in my current state- helpless and obese, weakened by inactivity and overeating. And, after a feeding like this one, it's only going to get worse. If I keep letting him stuff me like this, it's going to ruin my figure for good! But what can I do?

I'm too addicted to being a feedee.
I can't resist myself around sweets, and when I sneak them, that's when I get punished. That's when I get funnel fed and have food pushed into my mouth until I can hardly chew. I'm caught in the cycle- submission and obesity, each one contributing to the other. The thought of escape seeming more and more distant with each pound gained.