POV: Your Feeder Girlfriend Drags You to Her High School Reunion

Hi everybody! This commission is a sequel to a previous one I created (Your Feeder Girlfriend is Sick of Your Demands), and as you can probably tell from the title, it's gonna be pretty mean. Fair warning!

You definitely do't have to listen to the first part to understand, but just to give a little background, the listener is almost immobile and his feeder has been resenting him more and more ever since he tried to start talking to his ex again. The piece includes a lot of degradation, name calling, tons of gaslighting, and overall toxic domination, which I know isn't for everyone, but never fear, I have some softer stuff coming up soon too:)

This is also my first time writing a POV like this without creating an audio for it (I've never had a commissioner pay for this style and only want the text till now) so it was a super fun challenge to try and keep the pacing/beats right when it's basically just a script lol.

I really hope you enjoy!

Turn off the TV. 

Turn it off fat ass, I'm talking to you. 

Oh my god, I'm kidding, I'm kidding. You call everything mean. Like it's my fault you’re a fat ass. 

Oh my god, I'm kidding, I said I was kidding! Jesus, you’re such a baby. 

Get up. 

No, I'm completely serious, get up. I’m not gonna help you either. You think you can manage to lift that massive body off the couch all by yourself?

Aww, look at your struggle. Such a cute little helpless fat fuck. 

Well, if you don’t want me to call you that, you shouldn’t have gorged yourself into a blubbery lump that can barely struggle off the couch without my help. Now, can you please listen? God, all you do is talk and stuff that face, huh? I said get up. We have somewhere to be. 

Yes, I'm serious.

No, not the all-you-can-eat buffet again, piggy, I'm sure you’d love that. No. We have a real outing.

Yes, I'm completely serious. I already said that, didn't I? What, are your ears getting fat too? Listen, Porky. We need to get you up and ready. It's my high school reunion. 

Yea, you're coming. What, you expect me to go alone? You’re that much of a lazy pile of rolls? Huh? You’re that much of a struggling pig that you’d make me go to my high school reunion alone? 

You really love to treat me like shit, huh. Even though I do everything for you, even though you can barely fit through fucking doorframes anymore and i have to handle every responsibility of this house while you laze around getting closer and closer to immobility, even-

Thank you. God, was that so hard?

What do you mean, how are you gonna go, you’re gonna go just like everybody else.

I know you haven't left the house in months, but whose fault is that, you overfed cow? Huh? Oh, you made sure to finish your dinner, right? You know what happens when you don't. 

Oh, you did? Did you? Well, we’ll see if it was enough. If not, double portions tomorrow. 

What, now you’re ignoring me? Did you hear me, you slobbish whale? I said double portions tomorrow if you didn't eat enough. 

Good piggy. 

What?

You don't like it when I call you what? Piggy? 

Then you shouldn't have been such a piggy. 

Now, get up. We have a lot of work to do to get you presentable. 

Oh, I know, trust me, I know you don't have any clothes that fit you properly. Don’t you worry your empty little mind about it, tubby, I'll handle everything. Just like always. 

Get up. 

Oh, you’re trying? Try harder. 

You think I'm gonna help you? I don't give a shit that you “can’t”.

Get. Up. 

Get up right now, or I'm gonna give you a punishment worse than double portions. I’m gonna cut you off. 

Yes, I'm serious. Imagine having to go through this kind of struggle every single time you get another takeout order or need a new snack from the kitchen. You’re such a greedy, fat pig that you can't even feed yourself anymore, and it really doesn't matter if it was your fault or mine. The point is, you need me. And if you don't do what I say, you’ll be stuck right there on the couch, starving. 

Oh, that gave you a little energy, huh?

There you go. 

Wow, I honestly didn't think you’d make it that far without me. 

Alright, alright, I'll help you the rest of the way.

Jesus, you’re getting heavier. We’re gonna need a crane soon, fuck.

Oh my God, babe, I'm kidding. Calm down, would you?

I mean, I'm serious about you getting heavier. What have you been eating lately?

Awww, look at you get all red. C’mon, piggy, follow me. 

To the bathroom. We have to get you ready.

Yup. I told you getting an extra-wide tub installed would come in handy. You know there's no chance your blubbery ass is fitting into the shower. 

Why are you waddling so slow? Come on, do you wanna make me late? Hurry it up, piggy. 

Oh my god, I said I was kidding! It's not mean. What's mean is texting your ex behind my back and thinking she’d ever, ever want to be with someone like you. Whats mean is making me your fucking foot servant because you're too fat to take care of your self, thats whats mean. 

Just cause we talked about it doesn't mean I forgave you, why the fuck would I forgive you? You aren’t just a lazy pig that can’t stop stuffing his face and ballooning into a fucking farm animal, but you’re also a cheater. Or, you would be if you didn't eat yourself enormous enough to disgust every woman you’ve ever known. We’ve been talking about you, you know.

Me and Brittany. Who else? After I sent her that picture of you looking like a melted puddle of lard on the couch she was so turned off she basically almost puked, we’ve been talking about what a fat piece of shit you are ever since. 

Yea, we actually talk all the time, I’m being for real. She's funny. I see why you liked her. 

Oh, come on, you don’t wanna know the kinds of things she says about you. 

Awww, what, did you love her? She was your first love? That is actually so funny, you’re such a pathetic, fat fuck. She definitely doesn't feel the same about you.

Why do you wanna know what she said so bad? What, are you still obsessed with her? 

Of course you are, you tried to flirt with her like you’re not the size of a fucking house. She could use you like a mattress and you thought she would actually sleep with you? Do you think anyone else on the planet wants to do all the work while you lay there like Jabba the fucking Hutt? You can barely fucking move. Look at how long it's taking you just to get to the bathroom, and it's right down the hall. God, could you imagine if you had to try to heave your fatass up the stairs? You’d probably break right through them and bring the whole house down. Hell, you’d probably have a heart attack on the third step. When was the last time you went upstairs? Three, four years ago? And you were already huge then, you just weren't all of this. 

Seriously? You're not gonna drop it? Fine, I'll tell you what she said while you take your bath. In fact, I'll read out our text thread so you can know what we both think of you. But you have to actually make it to the tub first without causing an earthquake. 

Do you hear the way the floor is creaking underneath you? God, it's like trying to drive a car through a house. I feel bad for the foundation. Do you like being such a fat, useless waste of way too much oxygen, or would you rather be a normal human being?

Oh my god, I was kidding, Jesus. I was just kidding. 

Oh, I never started making those jokes till you tried to text Brittany? Well, what a frickin coincidence, huh? If you get to be a barely mobile human cow who actually has the audacity to think anyone but me could possibly stand him, then I get to be a little mean. Sounds fair, right? Or do you want me to let you go hungry tomorrow?

That's what I thought.

Plus, it's a joke, chill. You’re enormous, I know your skin has to be thick too. 

Oh, come on, don't pout, it's funny. You wanted to hear what Brittany said and this is tame compared to that, so you might as well just laugh, tubbo. Now, let's get you in the bath.

Go ahead and strip. 

God, I can't believe they actually make sweatpants this big. I know they’re custom, but still. The company should’ve refused; they should've just sent a refund and a voucher for bariatric surgery. I mean, these pants are the size of a fucking tent. I could literally use them for shelter. Me and Brittany, actually. 

It's funny, come on. Laugh. 

Whatever, don't. Just take them off.

You need my help? Of course you do. 

Wow. Look at you. You don't even look like a person. I didn't even know it was possible for you to carry this much extra blubber. You're so fat it's almost scary, you almost look like a horror movie monster. A man swallowed by the blob. That's what you are, huh, hun? A mindless blob that can only consume more and more. 

Oh, wait, that should be your Halloween costume! That's hilarious, hold on let me text Brittany. 

Here, stand still. 

Yea, I’m gonna take a picture, how else will she know what I mean?

Naked? I promise you, she doesn't care if you’re naked. Nobody is thinking about you as an actual sexual being. You’re more like a couch, or an overfed house pet. Something overstuffed and hilarious. 

Oh, stop whining, who cares? It's not even like you can tell you don't have anything on, all that hanging fat covers everything.

Well, then stop me. If you don't want me to take your picture, then stop me.

God, you can barely lift your arms, look at all that effort just to reach for the phone. 

Yea, pose just like that, it makes you look even fatter. 

Perfect. 

Now come on, let's get you in the tub. 

Whoa, Bessie, whoa. I feel like a farmer trying to back a pregnant cow into a stall. You're just so humongous. Easy now, Bessie. 

I’m kidding, I'm kidding. 

Calm down, I won't call you that in public, ok? I mean, probably not. Anyways, I’m glad we got you in before filling it up, last time you basically flooded the entire downstairs. 

There you go, porker. Isn't that nice? Especially compared to the sink baths you usually take because you're too fat to do anything for yourself. 

I got you in the tub and now I have to wash you? Ew. Running my hands over all of that slippery blubber is so disgusting, it makes me feel like I'm washing a hippo. 

Because I have to do it, you can't show up to my high school reunion like this. Covered in old food stains and heavy cream? You’re such a disgusting glutton. 

I told you, I have something worked out for the outfit. Something that even you couldn't eat yourself out of. 

You’ll see. Now, do you wanna hear what Brittany's been saying about you or not?

Let me scroll back a little, we were having this hilarious conversation the other day. 

Yea, yea, when you sat back on the couch after I helped you to the bathroom and the reinforced beam nearly snapped, it sounded like a gunshot. It was so funny, we were literally dying.

Yea, first she was like “oh, the same couch he couldn't get up from when you sent me that pic?” and I was like “yup”, and she goes, “10 bucks says it doesn't last the month” with a bunch of laughing emojis, see?

Then I said, “The month? With the way he eats, it won’t last a week,”. 

Look! You wanted to see, so look.

She laugh reacted to that, then she was like “Why did he do this to himself? I can still barely believe it's him.” And I just said “Girl idk, but i’m so sick of his fat ass” so she goes “Same and I’m not even dating him.” with a crying emoji. And that's just the mild stuff. 

Jesus, chins up tubby. It's not like you ever had a chance. You prioritized fast food over looking like a normal, attractive person. She was into you at one point. You probably could've gotten her back if you didn't eat grease like it's an Olympic sport. 

She also said she was surprised you could even move. Did I tell you that? When I sent her that first pic she literally said, “How is he mobile?” People don’t even understand how you can move under all that weight. Hell, you barely can move. 

I am being gentle, calm down. Trust me, you are not petite, ok? Me hurting you is the last thing you have to be worried about, I definitely don't have to be ‘gentle’.

I’m not mocking you, I'm just saying it in the same stupid way you said it. So what? 

You’re such a baby. You don't get to be fat enough to have your own orbit and be sensitive. Pick one. And it seems like you already did. 

Oh my god, I'm not laughing at you. I can't just laugh? I do basically everything for you, and all you do is nitpick. 

Oof. We’re gonna need like 4 towels to dry all that off, hold on. 

Doing laundry after bathing you is always such a chore. You are so lucky I'm so nice to you, piggy. 

I told you. If you don't like that name, then don't be one. 

Here. 

Well, you could at least help!

You can't? You’re too fat to dry yourself off?

You’re such a waste of space. Like, sooooo much space. 

Oh my god, shut up, I'm kidding. Jeez. 

Look at you. You’re getting even jigglier. I didn't think it was possible. It's like trying to dry off a blue whale. 

You're tired? You’ve been standing for less than a minute, are you serious? God, you’re so fat. 

Come on, Bessie, waddle this way. You look like you’re a few pounds away from mooing. I mean, look at those udders. 

No, I'm serious, your tits are bigger than mine. Maybe it's time to start forcing all that hanging lard into a bra. If we can actually find one big enough to actually close around all that back fat. 

I’m kidding, babe, I'm kidding. Can you please lighten up? You’re driving me crazy.

I am not punishing you for trying to cheat on me by ‘being mean’. I don't even know what you’re talking about. And even if I was, what are you gonna do about it? You’re too fat to do anything except lie there panting from the effort of stuffing yourself. You’re gonna do what I say or you’ll have no one to take care of you. 

It's not a threat. What are you, crazy? C’mon. But….

No, nothing, nothing. It's just…you know. If I walked out that door right now, how long do you think you’d be able to stay on your feet before you needed to crash that fat ass down on the couch? And once you did, you'd have no chance of getting up. You already proved that today, didn't you? So, I'm just saying. Maybe let me make my jokes before you're calling 911 for them to cut you out of the house and wheel you off to the zoo to get weighed. 

You know that's a thing, right?

Yea, if you get too fat for the heavy-duty medical scales, they weigh you at the zoo. These massive scales with like, one-ton capacities. You’d probably be heavier than half the elephants. They’d probably have to roll you up there. 

Now that I'm not kidding about. That's an actual thing, I saw it on My 600 Pound Life. By the time you actually reach immobility, the only way you’ll know how heavy you are is if a doctor orders you to be weighed with the hippos. You’d blend right in, huh Fatso?

Here, fine, let's help you sit down. 

God, you look pitiful.

Are you serious? Cramming yourself into that tub you barely fit into anymore actually worked up an appetite? Of course it did. Of course. 

Here. You can have one bag of donut holes. 

ONE you blubber-coated garbage disposal. And don’t beg me for another or you won’t get any dessert for a week. I can't have you too bloated. We’ve got to squeeze you into your new outfit. 

Don’t be so impatient, you’ll see. Have your snack while I go grab it. 

Yea, I brought it home last week. You were in too much of a food coma to notice, I walked in and you were surrounded by empty gallons of ice cream and scraped out jars of peanut butter. You looked like such a messy blimp. 

Well, I know you like them better together, but did you know every time you suck down another jar of peanut butter you’re putting away over 2,500 calories?

Oh, come on, did all that blubber finally reach your brain? Do the math, fat ass. Fourteen servings at 190 calories each. And you can put away 4 in a day with no problem. Don’t you feel like such a hog? Like such a greedy, trough drunk piggy who's eaten himself so enormous his little legs don’t even touch the ground anymore? Huh? If I put you flat on your belly and made you eat out of a trough, do you think you could stop me? Would you even wanna stop me?

You could pause on stuffing your face for a second and answer me. 

Actually, what am I saying, you genuinely probably couldn't. Be right back, piggy. 

Ta-da, here's your…wow. 

No, I'm just shocked. I was gone for less than a minute. You really were hungry, huh? Watching you inhale sugar-coated junk like that really just turns my stomach. Do you know what you look like to a normal person? A person with any self-control? At least that's one thing you do for me. You help me stick to my diet. I'd live off cauliflower and green beans if it meant never looking like you. 

I’m kidding. I mean, I'm really not, you’re so fat it's nauseating, but I’m not saying it in a mean way. I'm just roasting you. 

Oh, well, you know what I don't like? You texting your ex while I sit across from you cause I can't fit next to you on the couch. While I work all day so you can eat up every cent I make. While I cook and clean and pick up your junk food so you can keep getting fatter and fatter. That's what I don't like. So I don't really care how you feel about my jokes. I’m supposed to just never speak cause you’re the world's most sensitive blimp? Sorry, but no. 

Now check out what I bought you. 

Remember this?

Yea, I understand you mostly use your brain power for memorizing your favorite fast food orders, but try and think. When was the last time you wore this?

Yup. My sister's wedding. You were embarrassingly fat even back then, but at least you could still fit in a standard-size suit. I got a tailor to custom-make this so you have a chance of actually forcing it onto that flabby mountain of pig lard you call a body. 

Yea. And it wasn't easy to find him either, three different tailors turned me down the second they saw your picture. 

Of course I showed them your picture. What, were they supposed to come measure you? Then it wouldn't have been a surprise. 

You should've seen the ones who said no. Especially the second one, she was hot. Blond, big tits. She honestly looked just like Brittany. The whole thing reminded me of how horrified Brittany was when she realized you were trying to hit on her, isn't that funny? It's like the more attractive someone is, the more disgusted they are by you. It honestly makes perfect sense, look at yourself. 

Wipe the powdered sugar off your face before you get it all over your suit, tubbo.

He had to cut up two other suites just to give you enough room. 

Yea, and that wasn't all. He cut off the waistband of the pants and reattached an elastic one. We both know you wouldn't have been able to keep that button closed once you hit the buffet. 

Oh my God, look at how your piggish little face lit up. Yes, there's a buffet. Not that you’re gonna be enjoying it. I can't have you humiliating me any more than you already will. 

Now c’mon, we have to get all of that in here.

The suit feels so huge when I'm holding it, but of course you make it look small. It's like if somebody put a suit on a houseboat. I’ve never seen anyone look this fucking fat. 

Why are you sweating? I did all the work.

A snack? You’ve gotta be kidding me. You are not covering this brand new outfit in grease and crumbs, you hear me, piggy?

C’mon. We’re going to the car. 

Is that really as fast as you can go? You’re ruining my night, I am so sick of being held back by your gluttony. 

I know I'm the one who wanted you to go, I'm not 'complaining’ about you. And even if I was, it would be well justified.

Why did I even want you to come? Oh, you’ll see.

Nothing, I didn't say anything. Now c’mon. 

Oh, I have to open the door for you, too? What else do you need your highness, should I kiss your fucking feet? God.  

There you go, big guy, take a seat. 

Oh shit. No, wait, I'm not even being funny, this actually didn't occur to me. I don't think the door is gonna close. Wait, no, I'm serious.

Shit, hold on. 

Yea its just pushing into your lovehandles and ass, it really can’t close. Oh my god. 

Try scooching closer toward the center console?

I know you can barely move, I said try. 

Damn. Ok, ok. try, uh….

Oh! Try holding back all that blubber yourself. Yea, use both hands and just try to pull all that fat in close enough that I can close the door. 

So close, I almost had it. One more time, just hold back that tidal wave of lard and- yes! Oh my god, it's closed. I really didn't think you could do it. I also didn't think you could outgrow a minivan, but you know. Whatever. 

I can't believe I bought a bigger car for you and you still outgrew it. Look at the way you're pressed into the side, that can't be comfortable. All that fat is gonna spring out like an inflatable the second I open the door, that’ll be so hilarious. 

Wait, wait, before we hit the road. 

Say cheese.

It's for Brittany. I told her I was putting you in the car today and she wanted to see. 

Oh please, if you didn't want everyone to know what a fatass you’ve eaten yourself into, you should've put down the fork. Now smile.

Aww, how sweet. You still have powdered sugar on your face porker.

We made it. Will you be able to walk from here, or do you need the handicap spot? Do you wanna take resources from people who might actually need them just cause you ate yourself into the size of three people? Huh? 

A little walk would do you good. It's barely 30 seconds. I’m sure it'll take you hours. 

I’m kidding, I'm kidding. 

What, we’re in public, so I can't kid? I can't make jokes in public, what kind of bullshit is that? You’re so controlling. About everything but your diet, that is. 

Oh my god, I'm kidding. And nobody even heard. 

Just hurry up, we're already running late. 

Good thing there's no stairs, huh, tubster? You’d probably still be outside. 

Alright, you ready to head into the event hall? 

Duh, you hear voices, an entire high school graduating class is in there. 

But…not mine though. 

Yea. It's not mine. 

It's yours. This is your high school reunion, you overfed pig. 

And where do you think you’re gonna go? I’ll have these double doors open before you can waddle out of here and everyone's gonna see you trying to make the world's slowest escape. 

That's why I wanted you to come tonight. Brittany’s here. And all your old friends, and old crushes, even some old teachers. Everyone’s gonna see what you’ve done to yourself. Everyone’s gonna see what a saint I am for taking care of you and putting up with all this. Do you think they're even gonna recognize you at first glance? Or do you think they’ll assume I'm putting on a production of Moby Dick and put you in a fatsuit to play the whale?

I’m kidding. Kinda. But they won’t be. They’ll be horrified, just like Brittany. And the funny thing is, you won't leave. I know you won’t.

Because, there was one thing I wasn't lying about. There really is a buffet. And as badly as you don't want anyone to see you, you want to stuff your face even more. 

So come on, piggy. I’d say don’t embarrass me, but don't embarrass yourself. Anymore than you already have, anyway.

Let's get you your first plate….