My previous feedee confided that she was no longer willing to gain, and that she didn't want to be fat anymore. I respected her and loved her too much to argue, and it's her body, her right. It then moved from no longer wanting to gain into a self-criticism every time I touched her belly or ass because she said it reminded her of how fat she felt.
So... in the absence of having a willing feedee, I started feeding myself.
And I found I liked it.
And I found that I was as good at feeding me as I was with others. The weight came slowly at first, but my feeder game is pretty solid. Before long, I was getting a belly and everything started feeling soft.
It's somewhat of a split persona and I'm cool with it - it's a self-fulfilling cycle of stuffing myself to get off, getting fatter and getting turned on by it, which only serves to further flame my desire to keep going.
1 week