I arrive at the caravan as per usual to feed her, but when I open the door, and call her, there’s no reply. I check every room. No sign of her! I jump down from the caravan and sprint around the industrial area to see if I can find her. Has she run away from me? Has she been taken away from me? My heart was in my throat. I was frantic. Running as fast as I could to cover the area where her caravan is situated. It was no good. She was nowhere to be seen. I started sprinting back to the caravan to pick up my car. If she’d made a run for it, there was only one road she could be on, and I neede...

I arrive at the caravan as per usual to feed her, but when I open the door, and call her, there’s no reply. I check every room. No sign of her! I jump down from the caravan and sprint around the industrial area to see if I can find her. Has she run away from me? Has she been taken away from me? My heart was in my throat. I was frantic. Running as fast as I could to cover the area where her caravan is situated. It was no good. She was nowhere to be seen. I started sprinting back to the caravan to pick up my car. If she’d made a run for it, there was only one road she could be on, and I needed to pick her up before someone else did, but luckily, THANKFULLY, I spotted her on the way back, she was wandering around trying to find a way out. I was furious with her! How could she put me though this! I shouted at her, and told her how angry I was that she’d tried to escape from me. I told her to strip down outside, and marched her flabby body back to her caravan. I told her when I got her back I was going to punish her for trying to run out on me! I put her back in the caravan, and I went to see what I could find to punish her with. I didn’t know what I was looking for, but I noticed a piece of cable hanging under the caravan, and I tore it out. I went back into the caravan, still fuming with anger, and demand she bend over the couch. I told her I hated her for making me do this, and I began to whip her ass with the cable. I whipped her big beautiful ass over and over, possibly 30 times until I decided to stop. I pulled out the meal I had brought to feed her, a huge jumbo chocolate swiss roll, and I pushed the end of it into her mouth. I put her on the floor and continued to feed her the huge mound of chocolate cake and she knelt on hands and knees. I took her into her bedroom and continued to feed her with the giant cake and a bottle of pop while I tell her how important she is to me, and how important our project is. I love her more than anything, and I want her to trust me, and to respect me, and to be grateful. Not only as her loving husband. But as her feeder.

This FEEDER FEEDEE SERIES is my personal fantasy. I have been a fat admirer for as long as I can remember, and have been obsessed with pushed feederism for all of my adult life. I hope you enjoy this series.