Gaining

I've had two feedee/feeder relationships - both started out like any relationship, but then I discovered their passion for feeding someone else.

The first one was a successful business man. He was very much into boxing and loved hockey which he was having difficulty playing since he was approaching 400 pounds. I was 132 pounds when we started dating. I should have realized he was a feeder since most of our dates revolved around it which also put some weight on me. After several months, he confessed his obsession and I agreed to try it out. He showed me what being a feedee was. It was a very sensual realationship. So, I was his feedee for several more months, until I turned the tables and began to fatten him up. I went up to about 156 where he went up to 426. Unfortunately the relationship ended when we realized that we really didn't have enough in common.

The second one I met almost 6 months later. I had lost about 10 or 11 pounds in that time. This guy was very different. He was very thin, muscular - a real gym rat and health nut. I was actually afraid at first to put on any weight because he seemed so fixated with his own weight. I figured he'd drop me in a moment if a gained even 5 pounds. That wasn't the case.

I started noticing that it was not ok for him to gain, but very much for me. Every time I would go out with him, he'd bring me to the same Chinese buffet. He explained that there weren't many good restaurants around the area upstate where he lived. He ate sparcely, but encouraged me to always take more which I did. My appetite has always gotten the best of me. And I did start to pack on the pounds. Then one evening after a movie (popcorn and soda) and dinner (buffet), he started this tradition of feeding me Cadbury chocolates in bed. He would eat a few squares himself, but reserved the most for me. He never came out and said that he was a feeder; I'm not sure that he knew what the term was. But, he loved touching my belly when I was very full both in public and in private. I put on the 10 pounds I lost plus another six or seven. He always said I looked sexy especially after I started putting on weight. The relationship also broke up due to the fact we also had very little in common other than enjoying food.

I guess we're kindred spirits.

Stella, you really have it good. You also have things right. I've been in feeding relationships mostly being fattened and it's truly heavenly bliss. It's not the glue that binds the relationship, but it's certainly cathartic knowing you share your most valued prize with the person you love. You're very very lucky.

Steve

My ex was a feeder. Not originally, but the more I got into the fetish, the more he seemed to enjoy my enjoyment (and my growth)! It became a major part of our relationship, and I don't mind telling you that the sex DRASTICALLY improved.

My husband isn't into it, it's "not his thing", but he does still like to see me enjoy my food. I think he's an encourager in hiding.

I'm a feedee/stuffer, and my fiance is a feeder, but I've had to take some steps back for medical reasons. For us, feeding is hot and sexy and fun, the same way any kink is, but I wouldn't say it's the cornerstone of our relationship. We are very connected and very close. He understands me in ways no one else ever has, and I trust him implicitly. We like like movies, film, theater, and music. Building a happy, comfortable home that is a safe place for us both is also a huge priority. We love stand-up and like going to shows. We also align in where we see ourselves long-term.

As far as our interest in feeding, he was conscientious about my health before I was. We had long conversations early on about what happens if this part of our life totally goes away. We likened it to people who share hiking as a hobby, but one person acquired a disability. And we both agreed that losing some part of our feedism lifestyle would never be a deal breaker for us.

I’m married to my feeder lol.

I’m not as fat as you’d think, we’ve been like stop and go, and back and forth with my gaining a few times now. Life happens, and all that. My peak weight has been around 390 lbs, we always stop just shy of 400.

We’re getting back into another round of actively fattening me up, I really want to shoot for 450+ this time, though I’m not sure how to tell my boss when I need to stronger office chair.

My husband is my accomplice.
He is the one who feeds me and helps me gain weight.
I'm already immobile and I'm still eating a lot thanks to my husband.

Never met a feedee or feeder on IRL. Would love to meet another feedee on IRL for enjoying all the tasty food, deserts together.

I would suspect that meeting a feeder on IRL would make me gain so much weight.

Unfortunately not, but im not exactly outogoing. Which is why i came to this website.