Another thing I think about is having my self-esteem ruined in the process.  Of course I realize that's not everyone's cup of tea, but it's a part of the humiliation I like.  It's not an absolutely necessary part of the fattening, but it would be cool if my feeder were into it, at least to some degree.  I've fantasized about having my self-esteem slowly and systematically erode it until I believe anything you tell me about myself and I get as fat as you want just to keep you interested in me.  You could make me believe that the only thing that keeps from being completely worthless is my expanding waistline and my willingness to keep eating, and that my only aspiration in life should be to simply to get fat and stay that way;  being fat is all I'm good for.  I know it's a dark fantasy, and possibly not as exciting in reality, but I would be lying if I said it didn't have appeal.

    I've thought of being called fat names as I grow.  You could insult my body even while you make me eat more.  Train me so that I can't refuse food, then make fun of my lack of self-control.  Make me painfully self-conscious of my jiggling body and convince me how obscene or ridiculous I look in certain outfits.  Have me try to struggle into my old clothes for your entertainment.  Make me anticipate and fear the sight of my old self slowly disappearing forever.  Make fun of the difficulty I'll have doing things that used to be easy.  Poke, pinch, and slap my fat while you tease me.  Grab my lovehandles and make my flab shake for your amusement, or have me squeeze and shake it myself so you can laugh at me.  I've imagined being ordered to stand there, hooded and objectified, and making my sagging belly jiggle for a while at my feeder's whim, lifting up my belly and letting it drop repeatedly, or kneading and squishing it while it's still small. 

    You could come up with humiliating things for me to do, like wearing a pig nose and snorting, or allow me to only talk when my mouth is full for a day.  You could forbid me to close my mouth but keep it wide open to show that I'm always ready to accept food, or to drool disgustingly in anticipation of food.  Make me eat with my hands, or like an animal with no hands at all. Have me eat sloppily by stuffing my cheeks ridiculously full and food dripping down my chin and clothes.  Take pictures of my huge belly and put them on the fridge.  You could do something like have me wear spandex and try to keep up with a workout video while having to feed myself a handful of cake at the same time.  Have me go around the house in a tight bikini that showed off my worst features, or have me dance and shake my fat until I was out of breath.  Stand me in front of a mirror and point out my physical flaws without mercy until I'm simultaneously on the verge of tears and incredibly aroused by it.  Or make me spend time in front of the mirror each day, telling myself how fat and ugly I am over and over while I stuff my face.  Write insults on my fat flesh with markers to make sure I'll be terrified of letting anyone see me without my clothes on (like the phrase LARD ASS in bold letters written across my butt, and rewritten daily to make sure it didn't fade).

    You could make me stay in the house because you're too embarrassed to be seen in public with me.  Tell me that I'm gross and disgusting and that you'll continue to make me even more gross and disgusting and I can't do anything about it.  You could tell me that the sight of my uncovered rolls is enough to make anyone sick.  Make me ashamed of my fat and love the feel of it at the same time so that I'll love to gain more even though I know it'll just be used against me to make me humiliated.  I'd like you to tell me that my flabby, disgusting body will never appeal to anyone but you, my feeder, that you're the only one who accepts what I've become.  Tell me that if anyone else ever was attracted to me, it would only be because they were as fascinated by my fat, but never because I was pretty.  You could isolate me, making you my only human contact for a while- in that environment my ugly sow brainwashing would be even more effective.  One of my fantasies is to literally be made physically unattractive and unappealing so that no one will want me but my feeder and I'll be of no use to anyone except as fat fetish object, a waddling pile of rolls with a hole at the top for shoving food into.  A side benefit of being repellant in body, dress, hygiene, and behavior most of the time is that I'd be too ashamed to leave the house unless you let me fix myself up some.  I'd be stuck inside, under your thumb, so you could more easily reinforce that behavior and keep me growing.  And even when you weren't around, I'd be stuck inside with only food and fat for company- just the way you liked me.  I've always liked the idea of someone getting me fat out of jealousy, to keep me from straying and to keep anyone else from pursuing me.

    One certain limit I have on humiliation is when it comes to being in public.. like being made fun of loudly or having to wear something that just plain mortifying.  I don't deal well with that.  In private, it's fine, but not outside.  I'll have enough public humiliation just from being obese in a fat-phobic society.  And besides, even if I had consented to it, the strangers didn't consent to suddenly finding themselves witnessing something they would rather not. 

    I love the concept of a woman who has 'let herself go'.  That's such an exciting phrase.  It conjures images of a once-slender woman who just stopped caring about keeping up her appearance and slowly ballooned to a larger size.  How lovely!  Makes me desire to be convinced to let myself go like that.  Stop struggling, stop worrying, enjoy food and just... let myself go.  Unfortunately, I'm not a cute and slender, so me letting that happen wouldn't have the same import as a girl who had more to, well, let go of.  It's a nice thought, anyway.