Gaining

Gluttonous Sunny:
2seatsalways:
That is true love and so romantic. A loving feeder should be able to take care of his ever growing feedee and still make her feel just as beautiful every day

Gluttonous Sunny:
Well, it's of course wonderful to see these aspects through sensual rose-colored glasses and we have a really more intimate and extremely harmonious relationship since I discovered the world of feederism through him. Because there are no taboos or anything like that anymore with us.
However, we are both realistic enough to recognize that my behavior as a feedee has developed into a form of excessive overeating that is difficult to control.

1. I often don't want to stop eating until I'm stuffed to the point bevor bursting. Before that I don't really feel full and finished eating. (At least that's what my head suggests)

2. I have create an enormous capacity of my stomach due to the constant over-expansion. (A CT scan for spinal problems showed me the size of my stomach as an accidental finding and I was already warned by the attending physician of certain riskswarned if I don't rethink my eating habits soon.)


3. I can't really puke anymore when I'm overstuffed and that's why we think I could seriously burst inside - since a stomach can't stretch further and further forever, even with a lot of time and routine.

But it's still a kind of symbiosis for us, my husband feeds, cares for and looks after me wherever he can and enjoys my constantly growing body.
And I give in to my craving for food and enjoy being able to fill myself up or being filled up.

Like everything in life, it always has two sides, there is light and shadow at the same time.

Stayff55:
For me, this changed over time:
- When I weighed around 150 pounds (meaning I was very slim for my height), I wanted to gain weight, to be fatter, because it boosted my self-confidence.
- When I weighed around 200 pounds, it was pure fetish for being bigger. It was easier for me to gain 10 kg of fat than to exercise and gain 10 kg of muscle.
- As I approached 300, the previous feeling faded, and I began to enjoy food, its taste, etc., more.
- Now that I've gone through my health challenges and am regaining weight, the fat is a positive side effect.

Stayff55:
For me, this changed over time:
- When I weighed around 150 pounds (meaning I was very slim for my height), I wanted to gain weight, to be fatter, because it boosted my self-confidence.
- When I weighed around 200 pounds, it was pure fetish for being bigger. It was easier for me to gain 10 kg of fat than to exercise and gain 10 kg of muscle.
- As I approached 300, the previous feeling faded, and I began to enjoy food, its taste, etc., more.
- Now that I've gone through my health challenges and am regaining weight, the fat is a positive side effect.

MottiF:
sounds challenging

Chubbydiva:
It started when I was a child. I’ve always been obsessed with becoming fat. Watching Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory as a child; the character Violet Beauregard turned into a round blueberry after chewing a special type of gum. On my father’s side of the family, several of his sisters were on the fat side.

My mother and sister were both on the slender side; while I was on my journey of becoming fat. When I was eight years old, I was on the chubby side. My older sister was always on the slender side and being involved in cheerleading; while I was getting fatter and participating in the Junior Belly Bucking competition.

My mother tried putting me on several diets; but, it didn’t work. I was fat just like my two aunts were. I became a fat adult too. No apologies for me being fat. (Pats belly)