I'd prefer to lose the belly if I could and only keep the pussyfat. (yeah I know I'm weird LOL)

Pretty much this. At some point the roles in our relationship took a dramatic reversal, as my used-to-be feeder decreed I had become too much of a good thing. At which point I, the was-supposed-to-be-his-submissive-piglet, took charge and ordered him to feed his goddamn wife like he'd said he would.

There had been consent at some point, however. It may not be necessary, but it's always safer to have an agreement beforehand just in case someone changes their mind. It's okay to get married, get fat and not give a hoot about your significant other's opinion on the matter; but when he explicitly endorses this early on you can throw it right back at him when he starts complaining you've done too good a job.

Non-consent is high-risk, high-reward; whereas when you both agree you always have a trump card.

Really interested to learn what He wants and why You do.

A bit of backstory might help here-- when did you find out about each other's commonly considered 'bizarre' interest; is he in fact a foodee who'd like you to participate or is it more like you're an aspiring feeder coming out of the closet and him agreeing with your idea?

As someone else pointed out, domination/submission is not required and who takes on which role isn't fixed either.

Gonna throw in an unpopular opinion on these boards but I believe it's perfectly okay (and quite arousing) to [a] do it without consent and/or [b] do it in secrecy, tricking your partner.

The take away is that there's many ways to get there and we can't really say anything about your particular situation unless you add some sauce ;-)

I used to- though not for the reasons you might suspect.

See, I did a little research on how to sabotage him, and came up with a plan to numb his mind by overexposure. So I encouraged him to watch porn, repeatedly bringing him to an almost-climax only to cut it off when he was about to come.

I taught him how to do it; how to ruin his orgasms to postpone climaxing; and of course I checked up on his progress whenever I felt mischievous.

He loved the idea of becoming totally dependent on me for relief, and loyally kept doing as I asked; eagerly sabotaging himself, proudly demonstrating his increasing inability to satisfy himself without my assistance.

At some point he was no longer playing the part -- he had picked up on so many bad habits and had saturated his mind with so much erotic vids that almost nothing proved exciting enough to meet his threshold anymore.

I loved it! Instead of lending a helping hand I urged him to try and relieve himself right next to me; complimenting him while he was at it it wouldn't be long now before he became entirely impotent, and he'd be begging me to do it for him.

And sure enough, half a year later he indeed literally begged me. Which was fun for awhile; but then I got bored so I put an end to it. I congratulated him on his achievement, but told him not to bother asking anymore cause I had no further plans for him nor any intention of helping him out with his little problem.

As I said: I thoroughly enjoyed having him jack off far too often next to me- but not for the reason you might think ;-) Don't get me wrong, I liked seeing him frustrated and begging; but the goal had always been to get rid of his dick.

The fact that he *knew* this made it all the more sweet. I presented the whole idea in such a playful fashion he never suspected I was simply telling him the truth...

A guy playing with himself for you ... it gives you such power- it's amazing!

Last seen: mid 2005
Last been able to touch them comfortably: early 2008
Last been able to touch them at all: late 2009

I have one to share. It may not get much credibility as this is my new account (I deleted my previous one, Lucia, because I got a job and didn't want anyone such as Google image search picking up on the pictures posted there)

Either way -- the reason I'm back is also at the same time my darkest fantasy. Back when I was looking for "something new" I started to experiment with dominance/sadism/massochism, and it didn't take me long to develop very new and very strong urges in that field.

One man with whom I had been talking on FantasyFeeder at the time has witnessed the whole thing from afar; and I made him part of my fantasy by encouraging him to give in to his wife's desire to feed him.

Except I didn't just want him to get fat-- I wanted him to go too far, to a point where both him and his wife would regret the weightgain yet he'd be completely stuck with it.

About five years later, he could barely walk and his wife hadn't paid any attention to him in ages as he'd grown repulsive to her; so he asked me what new and exciting things were to come for him. I told him his journey was complete-- that he'd soon get bored with no way back, and when that happened he would hate me for talking him into it.

This too happened. Or at least ... *allegedly*. For I have never seen a single picture of this man throughout the years. Perhaps he gained weight, perhaps he was a bag of bones getting his kicks from the fantasy.

My deepest fantasy, however ... is that it really happened. That somewhere on this earth there is a man who curses the name of Lucia-- the woman who urged him to gain weight for no other reason than to experience the kick of making someone ruin himself for her so thoroughly he'd end up hating her for it.

Soon after I deleted my account, so did his' disappear ... the question remains: did it really happen, or not? This, my friends, is my darkest fantasy.