#cw morbid
I don’t just want someone to feed me. I want them to feed me until I grow beyond recognition. Til I don’t even look “human”.
Make my hips and belly swell until I wedge myself in most doorways. Layer my arms with so many rolls they become too heavy to even feed myself. Plump up my face until I can see my own round cheeks encroach on my vision. Force me to watch as any view of my legs and feet disappear beyond my mountainous belly. Riddle me with countless stretchmarks that boast all the times you fed me into outgrowing the confines of my own poor body. Turn me into a mound of blubber, nothing but rolls and folds that heave with what shallow breath I can manage between greedy mouthfuls of endless food.
This is what I want when I say “feed me”. I’m asking you to take away every ounce of freedom I have left and bury me in the weight of my own gluttony, til I’m too helplessly obese to ever walk again, but too addicted to ever stop.
