Okay not to project my fetish onto a normie but imagine a fat Hozier-esque feedee that’ll sing about worshipping you and their obsession with you and the love you give. Always whispering sweet nothings; poetic words cascading from their lips as they delve deeper into the throes of overstuffed drunken lust with each bite they take from your gentle hand. Their demeanor gentle, soulful…brooding; their gaze always seemingly lightyears away with thought and contemplation until YOU grab their attention… then they look at you as if you are the center of their universe and their only purpose is to follow you to the ends of the earth and obey your every command along the way. They view every feeding and interaction with you as a blessing from the gods and each pound they gain as a gift of love and adoration in exchange for their devotion to you. In their eyes, you are the light that leads them through the darkened path of life… even if that path leads to them to the kitchen.