The Story You’re my mean feeder girlfriend and you’re taking me out to dinner at a nice Italian restaurant. You insisted I wear clothes that are too tight for me, now that I’ve put on almost 100 pounds, but you want the people at the restaurant to see what a pig I’ve become (you love to humiliate me). You order for me: spaghetti, pizza, lasagna, garlic bread…enough food to feed a family of four. I happily and hungrily eat as you tease me for what a fat pig I’ve become. You comment on how everyone in the restaurant is staring at me like I’m a freak. I start to get full, and I slow down, and I don’t think I can finish. You lean in close and whisper to me that if I don’t eat every last bite, you won’t be my feeder any longer. So I finish eating as you smile, so pleased with yourself, making more comments about how fat and pathetic I’ve become, how I used to be so thin and fit until you came into my life, and I complete submitted to you. You want me this fat. Fatter. Then the waiter comes by and asks if we want dessert. You give me a devilish smile, then say to the waiter that we’ll have ALL the desserts. You won’t be pleased until I eat everything you set before me.