Like reaalllly why, in detail? It's fun to think about, because there are so many awesome aspects about feederism. Here are my thoughts, x-posted from the ol' feederism blog: thefeedbackblog.tumblr.com
In a completely non-sequiter moment, a friend recently asked me “So, why are you into feederism?” I told her I could go on and on and on, and she flatly replied, “Do it.”
So I did. Here’s what I said.
For me, it’s the convergence of three independent things that I enjoy very much. When they’re combined, they become this amazingly addictive thing that allows you to become intimate with someone in a way that nothing else does. It’s taboo, it’s warm, and it’s personal.
Firstly, I think fat women are gorgeous. This is by no means discriminatory against thinner women - they’re definitely attractive too - but heavier women just float my boat. They always have, and they always will. Curves, hips, softness… yup, love it.
In addition to that, I’ve always loved taking care of the people I care about. This is probably dangerously close to bragging, but it’s honestly one of the reasons I love feederism. Thinking about feeding someone, taking care of their every need, and spoiling the crap out of them is immensely satisfying. Seeing them gain weight is the manifestation of all that – they got fat because they’re so happy and well taken care of. I realize this sounds kind of creepy when it’s written out like this, but all it really means is that making other people happy makes me happy. It’s simple:
Food = Happy.
Food + Food + Food = Fat.
Therefore, Fat = Happy + Happy + Happy.
Mmmmm feeder math.
Despite the feedist theorem above, my favorite part about feederism has to be the exciting intimacy of it all. You’re going on an adventure with someone, and you’re going to a place that’s normally completely off limits. In doing that, you’re trusting this person – telling them your deepest desires, giving in to them, and sharing them together. It creates an extremely deep connection, one that I think is even deeper than sex. It’s dangerous and taboo, but it’s also reassuring and sublime. When you have a true feedist relationship with someone, you have a bond that 99% of other couples don’t have. An extra dimension – maybe that’s the best way to put it. It makes me feel lucky to be a feeder.
In a completely non-sequiter moment, a friend recently asked me “So, why are you into feederism?” I told her I could go on and on and on, and she flatly replied, “Do it.”
So I did. Here’s what I said.
For me, it’s the convergence of three independent things that I enjoy very much. When they’re combined, they become this amazingly addictive thing that allows you to become intimate with someone in a way that nothing else does. It’s taboo, it’s warm, and it’s personal.
Firstly, I think fat women are gorgeous. This is by no means discriminatory against thinner women - they’re definitely attractive too - but heavier women just float my boat. They always have, and they always will. Curves, hips, softness… yup, love it.
In addition to that, I’ve always loved taking care of the people I care about. This is probably dangerously close to bragging, but it’s honestly one of the reasons I love feederism. Thinking about feeding someone, taking care of their every need, and spoiling the crap out of them is immensely satisfying. Seeing them gain weight is the manifestation of all that – they got fat because they’re so happy and well taken care of. I realize this sounds kind of creepy when it’s written out like this, but all it really means is that making other people happy makes me happy. It’s simple:
Food = Happy.
Food + Food + Food = Fat.
Therefore, Fat = Happy + Happy + Happy.
Mmmmm feeder math.
Despite the feedist theorem above, my favorite part about feederism has to be the exciting intimacy of it all. You’re going on an adventure with someone, and you’re going to a place that’s normally completely off limits. In doing that, you’re trusting this person – telling them your deepest desires, giving in to them, and sharing them together. It creates an extremely deep connection, one that I think is even deeper than sex. It’s dangerous and taboo, but it’s also reassuring and sublime. When you have a true feedist relationship with someone, you have a bond that 99% of other couples don’t have. An extra dimension – maybe that’s the best way to put it. It makes me feel lucky to be a feeder.
10 years
