Sometimes I feel as if I'm more sow than woman. Whenever I have the chance I stuff myself till the point where I'm unable to do anything more than lay on my bed moaning and grunting like the pig that I am. What was left of my self control has slipped away. I've become helplessly addicted to the feedee lifestyle. I couldn't stop now if I wanted to. I'm stuck in a never ending cycle of hedonistic indulgence.

As I've moved passed the 500 lb threshold I've found that the same things don't turn me on anymore. It used to be that I'd fantasy about a feeder's touch. A scenario like my feed... Show more