POV: You’re Almost Immobile and Your Feeder is Fed Up (Full Audio + Text)

Hey babe, I made you a salad like we talked about. And before you say anything, I know-

What are you doing?

No, what are you doing, what were you just buying?

Because I recognize the Amazon logo when I see it? 

Oh, don't play dumb, it was on the screen for like, 10 seconds after you heard me walk in, you know your fat little fingers aren't quick enough to close the tab before I saw. What were you ordering?

It was not nothing! You were buying something, show me. 

Because it's been like two weeks of trying to get you to eat healthier and you’ve been cheating on your diet at every possible turn, I know you were getting some type of food or something.

Oh, you were? Yea right, lemme see. Lemme see!

Do you forget we share an account? I’m just gonna go on my phone and check what you put in the cart.

Oh now you have protests, I knew it was something. No, I’m gonna check, I don't care what you...you can't be serious.

Babe, you can't be serious. I was expecting you to be trying to buy more snack multi-packs. Bulking protein powder? Weight gain powder. 

Yes it is weight gain powder, we both know you aren't starting your fitness journey. You can barely waddle to the fridge anymore, even with my help.

The fact that you’re doing this behind my back when I’m trying to get some of this weight off you so you can actually leave the bed for once, this is so… it's so… it's crazy! It's insane that you’re lying, and it's even more insane that you’re actually trying to gain more weight. Look at yourself! You’re just a mound of blubber, you literally can't go anywhere or do anything without my help and you wanna gain more weight? More? When you’ve gained hundreds of pounds since I've known you?

Oh don’t give me that shit, stop deflecting. Yea, I encouraged you in the beginning, but you loved all this just as much as I did. You were already curious about all this and I just helped you lean into it, but that was then. That was back when you just had a little gut and you ordered two fast food meals at a time, that was when you could still go for a walk, still fit in the car. When you were a regular person. And you went from chubby, to fat, to obese, to fucking enormous so quickly I could barely blink.

Lecture you? I’m not lecturing you! And honestly, somebody needs to! Are you actually that addicted to stuffing your face and piling on blubber that you’re ordering weight gain powder behind my back when I’m just trying to help you?

And, and what was even your plan? Honestly, tell me what your plan was, cause we both know I do everything for you. We both know you’re way too heavy to waddle to the front door to get the package on your own, much less navigate all that bulk around the kitchen while you tried to make your little drink. We both know it takes my full strength just to help you struggle to your feet and even that's not enough anymore. I’ve been hitting the gym like crazy but you’re just getting too fat for me to even help you, what am I supposed to do with that?

You’re a pig.

No, I don’t mean it in a hot way, read the fucking room! 

I'm yelling cause I’m angry, you act like just because I’m basically your full-time caretaker at this point that I can’t get angry. You’ve been…consumed. I'm serious. Consumed entirely by your greed and your appetite, literally and figuratively. All you think about anymore is food. We never have a conversation that doesn't revolve around you begging for more like an overfed pet looking for treats, it's clearly all you think about! It's all you want! You used to have hobbies, you used to have interests. Now all you have, all you are, is fat. It's taken over your brain. 

And don't get me started on your body. When you agreed to all this in the beginning you said you’d gain 30 pounds max. 30 pounds! Does this look like 30 pounds to you? Do all of these swollen rolls of fat piled on your sides that slope into that bulging, overfed gut that literally pushes past your knees look like 30 pounds to you? You have fat rolls on your thighs and your arms, you have a triple chin and no neck, you barely even look like a person anymore. You look like a pile of lard someone poured onto that bed and forgot about, that's how you look. 

Oh my god, it doesn't matter what I like! It doesn't matter what my fantasies are, this is about your health. This is about your life! You don't even have one anymore, you just live to eat. You don't do anything that's not in the pursuit of getting more food, you don't say anything that isn't about more food, hell at this point I doubt you even have thoughts that aren't about food. I bet even your dreams are about food, I bet you dream about stuffing your face until you literally explode. That's how bad it's gotten. Until you're just a ball of fat with tubby arms and legs poking out of you. 

You do, don't you? 

What do you mean acting mad, I am mad. 

I did not want this! I didn't want this. 

Well…well, yea sometimes I'd tell you my fantasies about it. Sometimes we’d roleplay scenarios like this, pretend like you’d gotten too fat to move, but that's all it was supposed to be! Fantasies. Pretend. And I’ve tried to be supportive at whatever size you are but now I can't live my life because I have to take care of you. And it's not that I mind so much, I mean, you know I love you, but the fact that you agreed to reign it in a little, agreed to lose a few pounds to at least try and get your health under control, and you were just lying to me. And going behind my back. And the whole time you literally wouldn't be able to survive without me, you can't even get up! You can't even stand for a few seconds without starting to breathe all heavy, you can’t take a couple steps without your heart starting to race! And it was never about anything but your health, everything I do is always for you. Always. So yea, I’m mad. 

 Cause it's selfish. At the end of the day, that's what it is. 

Well, what else would you call it? Someone who doesn't care about their own well-being is one thing, but the fact that you clearly don't care about mine either? That you want me to throw out my back trying to help you waddle to the bathroom because you’re addicted to stuffing your fat face? 

Stage 4 morbid obesity. That's what the doctor said, stage 4. He told you you were too fat for surgery, too fat for any medical intervention. He said if you don’t start losing weight it'll be either a heart attack or diabetes that takes you out, and you still can't control yourself. 

No, no, and it's more than a loss of control, you’re still actively trying to get bigger! It’s not like I caught you sneaking candy again, or ordering fast food, you were trying to buy gainer shakes. You were trying to buy something that doesn't even taste that good just cause it'll get you fatter faster. This is so- i'm getting madder the more i think about it, have you actually lost your mind? 

No, no, that's a genuine question, have you?

Don’t get all red now, I want you to answer me. You’re real bold when you order gainer shakes that you knew I'd have to make for you, so be bold now, please. 

Nothing? Of course. 

Do you know how much I've spent on fat-proofing this house for you? The fatter you got, the more I had to do. First it was replacing all the arms with chairs, then it was buying studier wood, then moving us into the downstairs bedroom so you didn't have to spend literally 30 minutes struggling up them, huffing and puffing like you were running a marathon while your entire body jiggled uncontrollably. I mean god, it's one flight! You broke the toilet seat, you actually cracked the sink trying to plop your belly into it so you could reach into the medicine cabinet, and obviously the most expensive and pointless thing was the frickin couch. I had to replace it with an extra wide model with a galvanized steel frame, then you got even fatter and decided you never wanna leave the bed. 

Our bed, by the way. 

Yes, it is necessary to clarify, cause I don't even get to use it anymore. You’re getting so close to the weight limit that I can't even sleep with you at night, I have to sleep upstairs or on the couch I spent a fortune on for your fat ass. And that doesn't even take into account the fact that I spend my day waiting on you hand and foot like you're some sort of plump, pampered royalty, it's seriously messed up.

You didn't know I felt this way cause you never asked. All this, all this and you still wanna go behind my back and try to pile on more lard. Look at yourself! How is it not enough? How are you not satisfied? If you get any bigger you're gonna stop fitting through the doors. The frames already brush against your sides whenever I have to help you up. And there's no chance you could go sideways, that hanging gut bulges out so far you’d get wedged like an overfed fucking pig, and we both know you couldn't suck in if you tried. Soon I'm going to have to start buttering up your rolls just to get you out of this room, much less this house. 

I don't even know what to say to you right now. 

What? Are you serious? This has to be some super hilarious attempt at a joke right? You’re just trying to be funny?

Why the fuck would you ask me for food right now. Why the fuck would you listen to everything I just told you and the first thing that comes out of your puffy, overstuffed face is to ask me for food. 

No you’re not hungry!

Cause you haven't been hungry in years, you eat so constantly that you don’t even have the chance.

Please? Please? You’re actually begging me for food right now. Begging me instead of acknowledging how much of a problem it is that you have to ask me for food because you can't get up of your own free will and get it yourself. 

You’re such a greedy, porky whale, you’re so fucking fat. You’re such a pig, I can't even believe you right now.

You know what? Fine. Fine, I will get you some food, let's get you a huge fucking portion like you always get, let's get you enough food for six people and just let you gorge yourself until your heart explodes, is that what you want?

No, no, it has to be what you want. You wanna eat until your resting heart rate is 180 and you get palpitations just from taking another bite, until you're sweating and struggling to breathe just from the oh-so-strenuous tasks of chewing. It's what you want, so it's what I'm gonna give you. 

Oh don't try to back out now you pig, you know you’re gonna eat whatever I bring you. You know you have no willpower, no self-control. You know you're just a slobbering slave to food. 

As a matter of fact, let's give you exactly what you wanted. You were ordering weight gain powder, right?

Right?

Yes. And you’ve been too fat to bend down and look in the lower cabinet for so long that you had no idea we had plenty left from your funneling phase. 

You know what, we should just go all the way. That's what you want, right? To go all the way. Then let's make you choke on enough gainer shake to finally get you satisfied, is that what you want?

The fact that you can’t even say no cause you know you’re getting excited about the thought. I’ll be right back piggy, don't go anywhere. Like you could. 

I know that took a while you hog, sorry to leave you drooling all over yourself in anticipation. God, you still like this don’t you? This is supposed to be a punishment for you and you can’t wait to wrap those chubby lips around this tube, you’re so far gone. Well, don't worry. This will be your wake-up call. 

I am so sick of all your greed, I'm so sick of your selfishness, I'm so sick of my back hurting from sleeping on that stiff ass couch just because you’re a few pounds away from cracking our bed all by yourself, and I'm gonna make sure you're finally sick of it too. I’m gonna make sure you're fed up. This is two blenders worth of weight gain shake mixed with ice cream in these pitchers, and I  brought a full blender cup too. Thousands and thousands of pointless calories, just like you wanted.

Yea, I know you’ve never had three full blenders worth. That's the point. I’m gonna make you take it until you can't anymore. Then maybe you'll think twice about what a whale you're becoming, maybe you’ll think twice about getting so fat you're basically immobile.

Open up. 

Wow, great job. I guess you were hungry, huh? You’re gulping it down so fast, you must've been starving. Even though you ate less than an hour ago. Don’t slow down, keep going. You wanted all those calories in your stomach as fast as possible right? You wanna gain as much weight as you can even though you’re already basically nothing more than a sentient pile of blubber whose arteries are choked with cholesterol. 

Good job, you’re doing great.

creak

Did you hear that? The bed’s creaking beneath you and you’re not even shifting around, it just can't take it anymore. It can’t take the pressure that fat ass is pressing down upon it, it's just not built for it. That bed is built for a normal person, a person who doesn't eat themselves into morbid obesity for their own sick pleasure. 

No, no, don't try to talk. You’re eating. That's what you wanted, right? Keep eating pig, don't stop. 

And you know, I was actually wrong, that's my bed. This bed wasn't built for a normal person. It's a queen size bed, it was built for two normal people. Two people should bo do whatever they want in this bed without causing it any strain at all, but you can't even sit there without-

Creak 

There it is again. You can't even sit still without the bed screaming for help. First I told you you were getting too fat, then the doctor, and now our furniture. Even inanimate objects are trying to let you know you’ve taken it too far, and yet, you can't stop. 

Keep sucking, you're almost halfway done with the pitcher. That one full blender, that's about the amount you're used to right?

Do you feel yourself getting full? Do you feel that stretch mark riddled gut starting to tighten painfully? Or have you become such an insatiable, bottomless pit that you can't even read your own body's cues anymore, that you have no idea what full actually feels like?

Don't answer, keep drinking.

What happens when you get too big to go back to the doctor? You think he makes house calls, or you think he'd be too disgusted to come assess all of this? All of this heavy, wobbling blubber. All of the fat you’ve packed onto your body. 

He was in shock last time, you saw that, right? And he was so stern with you about everything you need to fix. He almost popped a vessel when he saw your blood pressure, you probably raised his just cause he was so stressed about how a person could do this to themselves. 

Did you know he pulled me aside and told me that he could barely listen to your heart and lungs because you had so much fat in the way? He said he’d never seen a patient as big as you were. He said it was my responsibility to help you, that I had to stop enabling you, but you don't want that, do you? You wanna sneak, and lie, and break my trust, and be a pig. Well, that's what you're gonna get. 

creak

There's that bed again. Is it just me, or is it getting louder?

Oh look, you’re almost done with the first two blender fulls. That just leaves you one pitcher to go, huh?

I didn't ask you to try to sputter your protests around the funnel tube sticking down your throat, I asked you to finish what I brought you. What you begged for. And actually, I didn't ask. I instructed.

Wow. look at you. I know I see you everyday but I'm so used to your size that I never really look at you, I never really take the time to actually sit back and stare at what you’ve become. 

Creak

You’re enormous. Beyond enormous. The way those fat, rolled covered thighs have to spread apart as far as they can to make room for that gut is so….Damn. I really don't have the words. Even the parts of your body I didn't think could get fat have swollen up with the rest of you. You have rolls of pudge at your wrists. Your fingers are like overstuffed sausages. Your neck has disappeared entirely, even your toes are fat. And you just. want. more.

creak

Oh, that was a really loud one. 

Why are you getting so red? Is it getting a little hard to breathe, do you feel your heart working overtime while your failing body tries to process all these unnecessary calories? Well, like I said. This is what you wanted. 

Finish up. 

Good job. Last pitcher. 

creak 

keep chugging, don't try to take it slow. You weren't trying to take it slower when you were ordering three jars of bulking powder behind my back, so don't take it slow now. 

Did you ever think this is what you’d become? A near immobile food addict whose face is constantly covered in whatever they've been shoving down it? You must've had a tiny idea, even back when you were still thin. The way your eyes lit up the first time I funnel-fed you should have clued me into the fact that one day I'd be forcing this much extra fat down your throat just because you begged me for it. That you’d have to special order your clothes just to outgrow them over and over. That the bed we bought together would one day be wailing its protest to all your flab. 

Wow, that made you drink faster? Even as full as you are? I see that belly starting to bloat, which is really saying something considering how huge it already is. 

You like this.

You want this.

And you’re gonna-

creak….CRASH

Oh my god. Oh my god, oh shit, it actually broke. You actually broke the bed frame, I can't believe- god, you're still jiggling. Are you ok baby? I’m- well. No. I’m not sorry. I would be sorry. I would be sorry if you didn't literally ask for this. 

We’re gonna have to get you a bariatric bed, aren't we? And eventually, we’re gonna have to get a crane to lift you out of it. You fucking pig. 

What, cause you demolished a bed under your fat ass you don't have to finish your shake?

Keep drinking. I’ll call the doctor this afternoon and ask for some recommendations for medical beds with higher weight capacities. I’m sure he’s already compiled a list for you. 

Everyone knew you were just gonna get fatter.