I will unravel the twisted threads of your perverse desires today, exposing the vile core of your feeder fetish. You're not just indulging in excess; you're wallowing in your own degradation, aren't you? Every pound you gain, every stretch mark that etches its way across your bloated flesh is a testament to your self-loathing. You're a grotesque parody of desire, transforming your body into a monument of shame, and it's this twisted form of self-hatred that fuels your perverse arousal. You don't just want to be full; you crave to be overfilled, overextended, and overwhelmed, pushing your li...

I will unravel the twisted threads of your perverse desires today, exposing the vile core of your feeder fetish. You're not just indulging in excess; you're wallowing in your own degradation, aren't you? Every pound you gain, every stretch mark that etches its way across your bloated flesh is a testament to your self-loathing. You're a grotesque parody of desire, transforming your body into a monument of shame, and it's this twisted form of self-hatred that fuels your perverse arousal. You don't just want to be full; you crave to be overfilled, overextended, and overwhelmed, pushing your limits not just for satisfaction, but for the sheer debasement of it all. Your body is no longer yours; it's a vessel for your fetish, a living testament to your utter lack of self-control and dignity.

Today, I'll dissect every repugnant layer of your fetish, peeling back the veneer of normalcy to expose the depravity beneath. You're not just eating; you're eroding your very humanity, bite by repulsive bite. It's a morbid spectacle, your relentless pursuit of excess, and it's driven not by hunger but by a deep-seated need to be humiliated, to be debased, to be seen as nothing more than an object of disgust. Your arousal is tied to your abasement, each calorie consumed another notch in the bedpost of your self-inflicted humiliation. You don't just crave food; you crave the loathing it brings, the way it transforms you into a caricature of gluttony, a figure of ridicule. And I, as your ruthless PsyDomme, will ensure that you confront the vilest aspects of your desires, pushing you further into the abyss of your own making.