The F Plus - 5: Weight Weight Don't Tell Me

Episode Date: October 30, 2009

This week, The F Plus aims to go big, AS BIG AS POSSIBLE. Our readers tackle the work of food fetishists, who derive sexual pleasure from overeating.

Oh, you're gonna take me home tonight Oh, down beside that red firelight Oh, you're gonna let it all hang out Fat bottom girls, you make the rockin' world go round Hey there, welcome to the F Plus Podcast. Terrible Things, Red with Enthusiasm. My name is Lemon. And I'm John. And hey John, what did you have to eat this week? Well actually, that's what I kind of wanted to talk about there.

First time this week I actually cooked for myself. Like actual getting ingredients. Yeah, you know I made like spaghetti and macaroni and cheese and you know the dorm food kind of stuff macaroni and cheese and, you know, the dorm food kind of stuff before. But this is the first time like getting ingredients and putting it all in a pan and baking it, doing it real good. It turned out chicken parmesan and it turned out really well. And it was really cool to kind of do that, you know, nice cooking adventure there. So, you know, I felt good about eating that and doing all that. And then we came to what the topic of this current podcast is. And it's about people who like eating and like making food

and like doing that a little bit too much. Kind of curtailed my enthusiasm a little because what I kind of experienced just a little in my first cooking adventure, they apparently live their lives around. You know, I had a similar experience. I'm a big fan of Ethiopian food. I really like the spongy bread, and you just kind of dip it in the stuff and pick it up and make an awesome lentil thing.

I've never had it, but it sounds cool. It is a very delicious thing. Yeah, we tried it for the first time. It's a difficult thing because you have to, like, simmer it for, you know, six hours so you're smelling it, you know, all day before you actually are able to eat it. And then we sit down and we eat the spongy bread and we eat the little chicken bits and the lentils and everything like that. And then I had this problem. I had this problem of there was still food left on my plate, but I was full.

on my plate, but I was full. And I was thinking to myself, I really wish that there was some person who had a fetish for just ramming more food down into my throat. You wanted someone to mouth rape you with food. I know the feeling. Exactly. It's very common.

And that's what we're talking about today. It's something not terribly pleasant. We are talking about some terms gainer and feeder. Now, I'm going to describe gainer. You can take feeder. But gainer, a gainer is someone who wants to be fat. And that is the end goal. It's not about, you you know i'm fat and i'm okay with it it's about i want to be very very large at any cost i will butter i will eat lard it doesn't matter i just need to be 700 pounds and then there's feeder do you want to take feeder yeah feeder is the dom to this kind of dom-sub food relationship. They're basically the people forcing food down people's throats,

or they like to, in fact. They want to do that. They want to goad people on to eat more than they should and feed them fatty stuff and get them going. Oh, yeah, I just love seeing it. Overeat. And they're kind of the pushers there. And that's what they like to see that gets them going.

And, you know know it's weird if some of them i guess are fat some of the beaters are sometimes skinny it seems to be a range but it's not so much how they look it's how much they want someone else to look like those people they gotta take out with a crane and take a wall down you know to get them out of their bed it's really something that uh you might be more happy not knowing that it exists. But today you're going to learn about their existence. We have a number of forums that we went to. One is a mostly feeding forum.

The other one is a mostly gainer forum. We have selected readings from there. And I think we should just get into it. What do you think? Yeah, yeah, sounds good. Excellent. Here we go. Our readers for this episode are Acer Aquato.

Oh, God, not me. Boots Reingear. Yes. Bunny Bread. Fuck you, fatties. John. I'm so full. Jack Chick.

Hail Satan. Come Quats Up Give me man pops Victor Laszlo Anybody got any donuts? Squiddy McOnwe Baconays And Lemon

Hello I know it's hard When you're fat and alone And you're on a diet for no one And on your birthday Only your mother calls She says happy, happy Happy birthday pumpkin

I won't talk long I bet there's someone in your bed Five Star Bagel 1,020 calories Ingredients used Smucker's brand strawberry jelly 2 tablespoons, 100 calories Nutella spread

2 tablespoons, 190 calories Jiffy brand peanut butter 2 tablespoons, 190 calories, 2 tablespoons, 190 calories. Butter, 2 tablespoons, 200 calories. Cool Whip Light, 2 tablespoons, 50 calories. You need the light stuff! Sarah Lee Brand blueberry bagel, 1 bagel, 290 calories. A normal bagel would just not be fat enough.

Huh. Why does she know how to spell bagel at that point? One, post-bagel to prefer temperature or not at all. Two, apply spreads to bagel in any order or even leave undesired

spread. Did that mean you could leave the bagel out entirely? Though this may be a chore to apply two tablespoons of each a-bread to the bagel, an easier way to apply them is one tablespoon to each half bagel, or even

just make them lumps on the bagel to keep the flavors separate or having difficulty. Just make them lumps on the burgle to keep the flavors separate. Oh! Or having difficulty. Number three, enjoy the multitude of wonderful flavors as you pack on precious pounds. Enjoy this with any other desired foods than your favorite fattening beverage. This is the first of hopefully many fattening recipes I am to create. Though I'm probably not going to first try this,

it's nice to inform my fellow members of FF. This is a fairly simple breakfast dish to create and is oh so yummy. It is an explosion of flavor and allows you to quickly pack on calories for your day's intake.

Seeing as how one bagel with all these spreads is over 1,000 calories. Be aware that this recipe was with spreads around my apartment. You can apply your own preference or recurrent to find more fattening versions of these

spreads so I may update my recipe. Always combining the bagel with a fattening drink. Even another bagel will further increase your gain. Get creative, smiley face. Oh, such a good recipe. Combine all the stuff. Or don't. On a toasted bagel. Or perhaps not. It's such a good recipe. Combine all the stuff. Or don't. It's not a toasted bagel.

Or perhaps not. It's very zen. It's the quantum bagel. Is it toasted or isn't it? Nobody knows until you observe it. Fattening drinks. Hmm. So the first thing that I have is from fantasyfeeder.com.

And this is essentially rape fiction, except for with food, like food rape. What? Wait, how can food give consent? It's a magical zucchini. No, you're thinking far too classically. Oh, the food is raping us? He is forcefully feeding his love interest. So wait, the food is just an accessory to the rape?

No, there's no actual rape. Like, there's no penis and vagina rape. Can we just sort of throw it in, though? Yeah, when we're feeling saucy. I think if you need to make the story more fucked up, then... Then you fail. Look, that is one of my needs, okay?

Sometimes a man needs things. So this is chapter three. Chapters one and two mostly have, like, he finds a thin girl and then sort of tricks her into and then goes, hey, here's some chocolate cake. And it's all so that it can really heat up

for chapter three. We're mostly guys here. Fuck that foreplay business. Let's get right to the meat of it, you know? Do it up. Emily and the Thompson Dinner Dessert Corporation, Chapter 3. She was now

600 pounds and was a chocolate-eating monster, eating whatever the amount of chocolate the machines gave her. Avery stopped the machines while he was rubbing up on her glorious fat. Awesome. Isn't that a place for taste testers to work? Avery, I'm going to love working here.

Emily exclaimed as she followed him to a door in the back of the lab. Well, I know you will, because you'll be around for quite a while, Avery said as he guided her inside the dark room and instantly pulled a lever right beside the door. Strong clasps. Oh, God, I'm already getting hot. Strong clasps. If you need to pause to take off your pants, we understand. Okay, well, I was going to try and keep going.

Hang on. Strong clasps wrapped around Emily's legs and arms as she sat in a chair and soon across her head, making her sit up straight. Then, Avery turned on the lights and locked the door as Emily looked in amazement. The entire room was gigantic and filled with desserts and all sorts of candies. She was centered in the middle of the room by a conveyor belt under her feet. Avery smiled as he saw the robots preparing to feed Emily. What's going on here? Why am I strapped to this chair? Let me go! Well, you did want to start right away, didn't you?

I'm just helping you get started is all. I didn't want it to be like this. Let me go! Emily said as a giant hose came from one of the robots. How about my giant hose? I don't think so. I don't think so. Especially since you said that you loved our chocolate and all the other desserts ever since you were a kid.

Speaking of chocolate... Oh, wait, wait, no. Is he black? Sure, why not? Okay, now it's going to be read by Dolomite. Excellent. Speaking of chocolate, how would you like to drink some warm, delicious, melted milk chocolate? Avery asked as the host

was forced into Emily's mouth by the robots. I know you won't be able to resist. Enjoy, because you know I will, my dear. Avery laughed evilly as Emily was drinking the melted milk chocolate forcibly. However, Emily's taste buds

were dancing with sensation as she sold seashells by the seashore. However, Emily's taste buds were dancing with sensation as she suddenly started drinking it more greedily. Soon, her body was slowly growing fatter and bigger with every half gallon she consumed. Emily's clothes started to tear and tightly stretch across her body.

Avery, meanwhile, watched from a hidden camera from his real office. Did a secret room. Why the fuck does he need a secret room when he was just in the same... Oh, who cares? Because! So he could beat off in private. Oh, you're right. I'm sorry. He's a classy boy.

Avery, meanwhile, watched from a hidden camera from his real office near the secret room Emily was held in. He was getting horny as he saw her belly and breasts start to show and destroy her clothing. And the robots rubbed her body to keep it growing so she could fit more chocolate in her body. It was in the middle of the night when the machines and robots stopped what they were doing

and removed the hose from Emily's mouth. Avery saw that her new weight was leading her on to making his own beautiful, plump wife. Wait, so he wants to marry? Yeah, wife fanficion. This is all preparation. You've stuffed enough of your chocolate into a woman. She's got to marry you. Well, yeah, that's how it works.

So Willy Walker got into the candy business to get chicks? Absolutely. Emily, my growing blossom, you're becoming real cute and big Avery said with a smirk on his face At 450 pounds It's going to take a good long time

To get you to the weight I want you to be Wait, what? 450 is too slender? Maybe they're on the moon This is way worse Is this like a high gravity planet or something? Yeah Why are you making me so fat and huge? moon, and this is way worse. Is this like a high-gravity planet or something? Yeah. Why are you making me so fat and huge?

Why won't you let me go? I want to go home. Emily screamed as Avery was dealing with the controller in the room. Sir, please let me go. I don't want to be this way. Get me out! No can do, sweetheart. You see, I've been wanting a huge, plump, immobile wife to love forever. Oh, thank you.

For me. Since you walked in the door, I knew that you were special. Now I get to prove that you're all that and tons more. Oh, that's a good party. Look at this boy go, yeah. all that and tons more. Oh, that's a good party. No pun intended, I'm sure. Look at this boy go, yeah. Avery said as Emily cried hysterically and he lowered five sets of needles and gave her shots from all

of them instantly. You may be wondering what and why you got shot with those needles just now. Well, three sets are growth and hunger stimulants to help you grow and always be hungry. And the other two, thanks for explaining that fucking hunger. It's a hunger stimulant to make you hungry.

Plus two to om nom nom nom nom. The other two, just air bubbles. The other two are placebo to see if they work. It's called the polydene compound. It's just butter. You're gonna love

this needle. I'm gonna sit here and make love to my needle while we break the commercial. And the other two are total immune and obedience shots. Wait, wait, wait. To keep your body immune and healthy while you grow and to make

sure you obey me. Obedience shots! What, you don't have any? No. He found the magic shepherd fairy obey drug. Don't worry you only have to take all of these shots about once a year or so

but you won't even feel them while you're constantly growing from the growth shots I think you're not getting Emily started yelling but felt a sudden rush come from the shots me any food? I'm hungry! I feel so dirty.

Alright, my precious fatty, Avery said as he lowered his head again and set up a table. I'll let you eat. And since you're being such a good girl today, I'll triple the chocolate for you today.

Avery then sets up to make Emily eat more chocolate and went back to his office to witness her grow once again into the bride he always wanted. He would grow hornier with every pound she was gaining while she ate the chocolate. Every day Avery checked on Emily and increased her intake of chocolate until one day his father got into the fast food business. Social commentary.

And he wanted Avery to get someone to eat the leftover batches of whatever they made. He told him immediately that he already knew someone to do this, and that he would make the arrangements. It was mere hours later Whitney went to see his precious Emily. She was now 600 pounds and was a chocolate-eating monster, eating whatever the amount of chocolate the machines gave her. Avery stopped the machines while he rubbing up on her glorious fat.

God. Wasn't she a chocolate-eating monster before? I thought that was what was used to describe her. No, I think he injected her with some chocolate-eating monster shots, too. What do the chocolate- chocolate eating monster shots, too. Oh. What do the chocolate eating monster shots do?

Well, I don't know. They make her obey. It's obediently shot. Okay, chapter four. Wait, no. Just chapter three was all he needed. Okay, that's fine. Oh, yeah. Oh chapter three was all he needed. Okay, that's fine. Oh, yeah.

Oh, thank God. I got plenty more. Oh, God. Life is sad when you wear sweatpants and a raincoat and you walk unescorted and you go into backyards and you buy yourself some corn chips and some salsa, and you go home and eat them while you read junk mail, and later on, your hand, it moves under the covers, and after you've come, you think about your student alone.

I know it's hard when you're all alone. I know it's hard for you're all alone. I know it's hard for you. My name is Vermillion. What the hell? So, about me. I'm not as crazy as I come off. More quiet than you assume. Not even near the fat-bellied sex kitten I'm pegged for.

I'm 5'7", dark hair, green eyes, and 368 pounds. Oh, baby. I live in Seattle, and I'm loving every minute of it. I'm typically not the type to put out a personal ad, especially on such a public forum, but after being in this town for nearly a year and only acquiring, albeit really awesome, a handful of friends, I have decided I totally miss feeling passionate about someone. And maybe putting myself out there will bring along some awesome guys.

What I'm looking for. For the sake of complete shallowness, I will start off by what I'm physically attracted to. I love manly men. Tall and beefy, please. But not a must. You gotta take this good enough. If you have a pulse. Or not, that's cool too. I'm not picky about hair color or anything like that. I love big

shoulders and little pot bellies. Ah. A healthy boy who has a hearty appetite. Someone who I feel feminine and protected with. Someone who I am their princess but calls me on my shit. Typically someone

with a passion in life. Music, writing, comedy, whatever! Is that your shit? Because pick it up. Food! Oh, yuck! Although music is mine and having something in common with is nice.

Someone who probably loved Slayer, Pantera, Cannibal Corpse in high school. Wait, someone who loves Slayer, Pantera, Cannibal Corpse in high school. Wait, someone who loves Slayer, Pantera, Cannibal Corpse and is still single? Oh, shit. Where are you going to find that? Good luck. Don't worry.

I'm available, lady. Someone who will stay up all night with me and watch war movies and make convenience store runs for strawberry lemonade at the wee hours in the morning with only our slippers on. Someone who doesn't play games

and who gives... That's a hate crime. Someone who doesn't play games and who gives belly rubs. What if it's a belly rub game, huh? What then? Take it outside the fat box there. Someone who doesn't want me to change anything about myself.

Someone who will take showers with me and not whine when I want to hold hands in public. PDA haters stay away. I've got my Blackberry and you're going to fucking live with it. I know it's in here somewhere. Now phone, bitch! Now phone! I always keep it under the third fold.

Okay. Someone who doesn't take eight million years to get ready. You know why? Because you're a man. How do I read that? Because you're an astericking man. No, an astericking fricking man or something. Yeah.

Because you're a fucking man. Someone who wants to go fishing and camping with me all summer long. Someone who will shotgun a beer with me. She knows that requires work, right? Which one? The fishing and camping or the shotgunning a beer? Both, but mostly the fishing and camping. Well, she doesn't mention a job anywhere.

So, maybe she doesn't need him to have a job. Someone who won't talk shit when I smoke cigarettes. Okay. Someone with a healthy appetite for my sexin'. I don't think it could be that healthy.

Lol. Lol. Well, that's certainly me. I mean, really, I think this is the girl for me, guys. I think I finally found her. Yay. Well, I really, I was cool with her until, I really wanted to talk shit while she smoked.

That was where it ended for me. Hey, bitch. All puffing and shit. While she lights up the Marble, she's staring at her. Fuck you. Fuck you. It sounds like you want a redneck. I'm not really sure that's

something to advertise, lol. Also, why the hell aren't there any sissabubadullies to walk intelligent and cultured men? Asterisk, asterisk, asterisk. Lol. Is that what it sounds like? Because that's pretty far off base. How does manliness and camping and fishing

translate to dumb, non-cultured men? What's going on? I mean, he seems appropriate? I can't possibly imagine someone who is uncultured and likes fishing. All those well-read men at NASCAR races.

I read a pamphlet on diabetes once. I've seen that hood. It says Tide. I like to camp. I like to camp. I like to fish. Why wouldn't I want a committed relationship with someone who doesn't? That's a good question.

So, you're telling them to pass you over. Seriously, that sounds like whining at this point. I'm no redneck, but just because someone is do-iss-a-cent means they are dumb and unclutured. Some of the nice people I know love to drink beer, go camping,

froading. Froading? Froading. Wait, does anybody know what that's supposed to be? Froading? Froading. Froading? Wait, does anybody know what that's supposed to be? It's like off-roading, you only get half the car off. That's because the doors keep grinding.

Because the socks are too worn down. Froading, and are actually informed about their op-onions. Op-onions. Up-onions, I think. Just because their up-onion is wrong, do I make them stupid, smiley face? I say, good luck.

And if you find a guy who likes all the same thing as you, but he drives a dully, then wears camo, then so be it. See, here's, before we go on, here's what I want to point out. He says, op onions there, right? And then he spells it the exact same way right after that. So he thinks that's how opinions are spelled.

That's not a typo. He spells doesn't the same way. Christ. I think he's got a reverse spell check. It automatically makes the word spell check. It appears you're writing that you're not stupid. Let me help you with that. Fuck you, Clippy. I got my up onions and you can show me.

Oh, that's awesome. Out my head. I may not be the right guy, but I may as well put myself out there. First of all, I live in California, which I know doesn't really improve my chances one bit. I'm 5'8 and 170 pounds. I have brown hair, hazel eyes, and wear glasses often. I'm not that big, pretty wiry, but with a bit of muscle. I'm a huge nerdy

geek, or is it the other way around? And love comic books, anime, sci-fi, and fantasy stuff. I love martial arts and most things that have to do with them. Kung fu movies, video games, philosophy, etc.

Everything except actually going out and doing martial arts. I love philosophy. I took some martial arts. And Wittgenstein, you know. When Neo said, whoa, what did he really mean? And I really like how video games are in the set of parentheses devoted to martial arts

rather than the set of parentheses devoted to huge nerdy geek. Or is that the other way around? Geek, nerdy, huge. And I love weapons such as swords, knives, staves, pole arms, axes, etc. Oh, I'm so shocked! What a shocking development! My musical tastes tend to be more of the classic rock genre, but I like many kinds of music. Classical, metal, jazz, reggae. Not really into mainstream pop, though. I'm an aspiring writer and currently in school to become a massage

therapist. Oh, great. I'm a dreamer, and I often have my head in the clouds. I'm very opinionated when it comes to such things as philosophy and religion. If you don't want to hear rants about how Christianity

is the downfall of humankind, just don't bother. Well, he certainly is into want to hear rants about how Christianity is the downfall of humankind, just don't bother. Oh, I'm so shocked! Well, he certainly is into meddling. The shocks just keep coming! I'm a sensitive guy. He's got his eggs in his guy. Sometimes overly so,

but I'm generally pretty kind and good natured, though I do often shun the company of strangers. Say it ain't so! I like using words like shun and insipid, but I try not to be an over-intellectualized potential.

Those are my favorite words. I don't know about anybody else, but I think the script just got flipped. I thought I knew this guy, and then bam! At first you thought he was a nerd, but then you got proven wrong! I also believe a true relationship starts with friendship. If you and I can't hold a conversation or feel comfortable around each other, I mean besides that wonderful, warm, fluttery

rollercoaster feeling you get when you are close to someone amazing, then there isn't any point. Which also adds to the safety, since there's no real reason to put pressure on it to work. So feel free to chat with me if you're up for it.

Take care and good luck. I love how he put safety in those same quote marks. Is that one of his overly intellectualized words? I think so. Nothing that he said fits into her seeking thing at all. Like, he didn't even...

Yeah, I want a big, rough, redneck. Hi, I'm a nerd. I like pull-offs. He's into martial arts. I mean, he didn't even... Yeah, I want a big, rough, round neck. Hi, I'm a nerd. I like pull-offs. He's into martial arts. I mean, he has a... Anyone want to listen to Slayer and shotgun a beer while camping? I like anime. This is like that time in, like, that fighting game where I totally punched... Oh, shit, I got it.

I think there's some Asperger's going on right now. Asperger's with extra op onions. And this guy, this like polar extravaganza, is trolling for girls on this site? Well, he ain't going to score anywhere else, I'll tell you what. There's got to be dorklovers.com or something. I'm sorry, that website is called Otaku Booty.

Okay. You're shitting me. Jesus Christ is a worse lie perpetuated on mankind. Now watch me do this fireball. If it weren't for the fact that I live in Tucson, I'd say I mitfit your bill. Damn Tucson. Down. Thumb your face.

I just moved up here from Yuma. Thumbs down. Barfing face. Cries. I hate my life sometimes. Double thumbs down. Barf-y face. Well, rednecks can actually be highly intelligent and cultured i don't want to toot my own horn but i am a huge outdoorsman also i'm earning my degree in chemical engineering i could wear a suit and tie every day but you can't go mudding in armani

so verm if you want to have a fun time, just take a vacation to Arkansas sometime within the year. Talk to you later. Wait, chemical engineering is just code for cooking meth, right? There's a deadline. Chemical engineering is basically a plumber with a bachelor's. Yeah. And I say that as having studied chemical engineering.

Shut up. You can call it warning if you want. I could care less. I've never been on this site looking for a quality woman because I know they're not here, lol! Wow! Damn!

Wow. Which is totally why you have a dating ad up and then bitched on this personal. Sure, Chief. I'll believe you. Except not really. Oh, for a second I thought he was actually believing him. Yeah, me too. I've dated two guys from here and their quality

was just fine. Lol. I added a dating personal when I joined. That doesn't mean I actually use it or anything i'm moving across the country in the spring i'm not exactly looking for a relationship until i settle in vancouver

i can only think of a few things better than sitting around a campsite with someone like you smile picture of war. Can I just say that as I was scrolling down slowly, I thought that his Klingon forehead thing was actually fat folds of somebody. Yeah, I thought it was Obama ass.

I've never noticed before how obviously a prosthesis that is I really should move west Smiley face I'm kind of surprised about the trend of this post I didn't think you were describing a redneck at all As I read it, I just couldn't stop thinking I want that too In fact, I'm couldn't stop thinking, I want that too.

In fact, I'm piggybacking on your ad. I want the same thing as Vermillion, plus someone who likes to be attended to while watching some football, plus must be in the Austin area. Eat right, stay fit. Die anyway. Alright, Jack Chick. Well, now you've got two choices. Okay. Okay, I think this might be the nastiest thing in the entire reading.

Are we ready for it? I'm braced. Okay. This is too cool. Loading this. Wow. Fat girl humiliation 2. Again, if this is not your cup of tea,

don't read. No, it's cup tea. Oh, yes. Your cup tea, don't read. Now, for all of you who don't like subdom stuff,, it's cup tea. Oh, yes. Your cup tea, Dont read. Now, for all of you who don't like subdom stuff at its rawest, find another thread. Once again, this is not your cup tea, Dont read. Personally, I would love me a 400-pound hog

living with me full-time. I would keep Trofe at end of bed for them to clean and eat out of. A collar for them to clean eat out of, a collar for them to wear at all times, even a pin to put them in, and a bowl with their names on them. I would even have them play with other hogs for my enjoyment,

hands and knees on the floor when moving around the house, even having litter boxes for them to use. This good stuff, in my opinion. If you are into this, hit me and tell me what you feel. And if you want a better feel for who I am, go look in my outspoken blog in the general section. I'm going to go look at that right now. I totally agree. That's like one of my biggest fantasies.

Having a girl as my pet or slave. And if she's skinny especially, just fattening her up until she becomes my pig. And if she wants to sumbit to me forever, man, I'd love that. Finally, some people who think like me. I dream of having her in her own pig pen permanently. She would be treated just like a farm hog. Let my leftovers blended together. She would need to use both hands to open the trough to eat, and the level would be on the floor.

This would ensure she would not use her hands to eat. Her trough would be filled at the beginning of each morning, and she would have to finish it all before I returned. If not, she would be severely punished. The pen would have a drain in the middle of the floor so she could be hosed off daily to keep the smell down. Oh, Jesus Christ! It puts the fucking lotion in the fucking

basket. She would have a separate floor trough for her piss and shit. Teach her how to flush it down the trough as she went and did not want to live with the spell, but she would have to be on all four four hours to make it.

Details go on and on. I'm sure they do. Standing by connection to her hands and knees and her feet to a belt around her waistline. This would keep her from ever standing. Lol, I know I am bad. Sir Charles.

Sir. I'd like to point out that that guy's username is a whole bunch of capital letters that I have no idea what the hell it's for. ISO BBW worse BBW sub. It's Charles Burnley. In search of BBW or SSBBW submissive.

Wow. Damn. Good research. I'm pretty sure it's actually Charles Berkley. I thought it was actually just the sound of sobbing that he was never going to get a woman. No sobbing. I'm afraid to Google it.

What does SSBBW mean? That's supersized. Or the other option was like the secret service. I propose Super Saiyan BBW. Rawr! Oh, there's an urban dictionary entry.

That's awesome. I wouldn't say I'm all about humiliation completely, but I do enjoy teasing and a little subtle comments here and there, so I've got no beef with the thread. Well, thanks. Totally a fantasy of mine.

I wouldn't like to take things that far, but it sure is interesting to hear these stories. Submissive BBW is very nice, but I wouldn't treat her like an animal. I would like to point out that that user is named Sonichu. Okay.

Just the Chris-chan character. Oh, my God, you're right. Oh, man, we just had a crossover. That might be Chris- Chan posting right there. Can't find out, though. You need to sign up. Acier, I think you need to do that. I think his readings need more lip smackings in them.

Alright, for you people... Is he British? Because they got a British flag underneath Sonic. I will do that. I will do this. Just give me a moment. Sign up. Did they make you take like a fetish personality test for this one as well? You're gonna get kicked out like boots.

Oh. Alright. Troph! Thanks for the correct spelling, lol! Trust you to pick up on the on the misspelling lol Kev

oh hun wanna become my piggy smiley face this sounds perfect Grover fat eroticism at it's finest obviously Grover? Fadronicism at its finest. Obviously, from my screen name, I absolutely love being humiliated.

The more thought and creativity put into this situation, the better. That is submissive oinker, everyone. Don't worry. Gotenks563 has an excellent response here. You men are sick.

Y'all were less than human if you think that any decent woman would let you treat them so poorly. Gotenks563, I just saw your reply below my own. Being another female, I politely have two questions. As I am another female who happens to enjoy being humiliated,

What? First, out of curiosity, after reading the warning at the beginning to not read if you'd be offended now I will say I am a decent female and I don't mind being humiliated degraded and reduced

because of my weight some of us females really enjoy humiliation my second question where do you thoughts come from that humiliation is bad? I have been in humiliation since I was 18.

Now, I am 26. I wish I could be the Hugh Hefner of feeding. Surrounded by Playboy people. That's the way it is. I think everything is possible in love. And I have to admit, that is a big fantasy of mine, too. And it could be a funny game to do with a partner.

And hers totally agree, obviously. She'd have to enjoy it, too. And I can't see what is bad in a kind of roleplay game where two people do have to fund two gahidders. And no one forbid a roles inversion sometimes. Cat face. I love it. Please humiliate me any day.

Deadly gorgeous. That is such a cold word here. I absolutely love the idea of being humiliated. Anyone want to humiliate me? Raise his hand.

Ooh, ooh, pick me. Somebody wants to homilate. That's so hot. Coming from someone who is definitely is not overweight at all. The idea of having someone force me to come there piggy is a top fantasy.

How does that happen? How does this happen? Conversely, are there any ladies who fantasize about teasing and humiliating their man into losing his pot belly? Not for me, of course. A friend of mine who was curious. Okay, so this is in response to Sir Charles. Oh, wow, Sir Charles. Where have you been all my life? Lol.

I'd be queuing up to be humiliated by you, me thinks. When I get fatter, I can be your piggy. No! He needs to work up to that point. Big, fat, grunting piggy. It needs to be the worst humiliation possible. Ha! I have leanings toward this sort of thing. I'm gaining now.

But when I'm fully fat, I'll be in that prison-like pig pen of yours. On our fourth and eighth change. You can eat me until I bloat out more and more enormously with fatness. Then ridicule me. Yes. Make me into your porky pig pet. out more and more enormously with fatness. Then ridicule me! Yes! Make me into your porky pig

pet! Punish me for my fatness! Feed me up some more! Then ridicule my enormous blubbery body! This is good stuff, Ruslan. I completely agree. It is good stuff.

This is good stuff. This is good stuff. This is a form of Baron Harkonnen's. You know, I feel actually, I feel bad that Ruth basically Isobubu Warship stole

Too Cool's thread there. Too Cool was like, hey, I want to get some fat chicken humiliator. And then the other guy, hey, I want to get some fat chicken humiliator. And then the other guy was like, I want to do it but worse. Yeah. The road is long And that is our very rotund reading for the week.

John, what did you learn this week? Well, I learned that if I ever need anything to motivate myself not to eat as much, I think I've got the podcast resource right here because I think this is just going to be a nice repository of the most disgusting ways. So this is your inspiration? It really is. It really is my inspiration. It's just the whole spread.

It's a very well-rounded community. It's very diverse. That's for damn sure. Yeah, I was going for the pun there, but it's actually kind of's for that's for damn sure yeah i was going for the pun there but it's actually kind of true sadly enough it's it's just ah jesus it's there's so much there's these skinny people wanting to feed people turn them fat there's fat people want to turn each other fat but i just really learned of another thing here that's that disconnect between what weird people find sexy what normal people find sexy and what normal people

find sexy because like the chocolate hose and the feeding people all these like a thousand calorie bagels i'm just like how do you find that erotic at all and i've learned that in every crazy fetish there is always the furry subsect of it, and it's always a little bit more funny. Yeah, because, I mean, a fat dude who wants to be fat or a fat girl who wants to be fed, yeah, but put fox ears on the tail on them, and it just gets all

the better. It gets very true internet at that point. That's where it becomes internet standard. Oh, yeah. As always, we have been your hosts. Boots Reingear is our recorder and editor. Say hello, Boots. My microphone was off.

Hey! And please do visit us on the website. We're always looking for more submissions. Where's that website? What did you say? I said, where's that website? I would love to tell you. It is

thefpl.us And, yeah, I guess that's all for us. We'll see you next week. Bye-bye. Take care. He's my brother He's my brother My brother actually sent me a link to it and it's one of those like snuggie coats and frequently bought together customers purchase the snuggie coat and bacon-ays

In what's called the goodnight pack