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Seeing the effects that was 2020, lots of people I knew were noticeably bigger and I felt something I never felt before. Dove in a little into what it meant and here we are lol

Cartoons and comics were the first tell in the childhood. Then around the age of 10 I remember seeing a woman with a huge belly which fascinated me a lot! Few years later I started occasionally padding myself, and also started to test bloating and stuffing. Anything to make my belly big, but only momentarily.

And of course nowadays I have gained some weight on purpose!

For me, I cannot identify the cause, but I have been struggling with it off and on since I was about 20. I have to say immobility and morbid obesity do turn me off. My fetish isn't very extreme, but it still exists. And I am frustrated to the point of losing sleep because I cannot find anyone to explore my sexuality with.

Watching a couple certain cartoons as a kid awakened something in me, then when I was a bit older I padded my clothes with old loose fabric my grandma had and imagined what it would be like. I never acted on my feelings until about 4 years ago...I lurked and admired others from afar until then. I remember using the Dimensions website as well. 2000s decade.

Ahh, the age old question. I've been this way since I can remember. When I was very young, perhaps 4 or 5, my family went to the local fair and I recall being entranced by a very large woman running a balloon stand. Even at that early age the delicious irony didn't escape me. She was wearing jeans, which at that time (early 90s) was rare for ladies of her size. The way her body strained against them as she moved about was enthralling. As we passed her booth, I remember hoping that we'd come that way again. The purity of that moment seems bittersweet now, with the later knowledge of how fraught and transitory feedism/FA is in reality.

Having been a chubby kid since age 8 and constantly being told by my mother and extended family to “watch my weight”…. I was just so happy to help an elderly widowed obese neighbor when I was around 10 . I’d get the paper and mail for her often. She’d then invite me in and let me eat anything and as much as I wanted and complimented me without talking about my size. I relaxed with her and felt good about myself for once…She also was someone who could sew me something that was really nice with a bit of room to grow into and not make me feel uncomfortable about my size. That then I think led to me thinking more about gaining and not losing weight—-although not able to act on that easily until so many years into being an adult.

I definitely was not born with this preference. I had zero interest in it as a child and was not attracted to chubby girls.

I was about 12 or 13 years old when it started. I remember it vividly. I was at the dentist's office, waiting to be seen. There was a door that separated the waiting area from the examination rooms. That door opened and a teenage girl stepped through. She was fat, wearing jeans and a black bodysuit, which was in style back in the 90s.

She must have gained weight since first getting that outfit because the black color did nothing to hide her muffin top and love handles. She crossed in front of me as she walked toward the front desk, and I was completely enthralled. I could not take my eyes away from the sight of her soft, fat belly bouncing, jiggling, and swaying as she walked. Absolutely beautiful, like watching waves in the ocean.

That really affected me and I never got it out of my system. I have had a preference for chubby women ever since, and I also wanted to get fat as well. A fast metabolism was the bane of my existence for decades until I found this website and learned of this magic blimp juice called heavy whipping cream. I started out at 168 pounds and, despite some ups and down, I have managed to gain weight and am currently at 262 pounds and actively gaining.

I love the way my fat body looks and feels. I adore the way certain tasks have become more difficult as I have packed on the pounds. I enjoy being fat and have zero regrets about gaining. Amazing how a single experience can make such a difference.

Mine is a bit... weird

Started after accidentally overeating sometimes very long time ago. Yes, i ate a lot, and yes... i felt very... turned on. Something about the pain and tightness of a tum being overstuffed beyond your limit basically spawned my freakiness for this type of thing.

Deadass thought i was the only weirdo in the world who was into that type of stuff, until when i searched up similar interests out of pure curiousity in the internet. Well, saw tums as well and jeez... got a neural activation that there was a whole community of people who are into this as well.

Im a stuffer more than a feedee, but i also did similar things that many others did here as well (putting pillows under shirt, swallowing air, etc...). Guess that is how i discovered my kink i guess

I'd always been into pregnancy and when I found an ex looked pregnant when she was stuffed to the brim, I started chasing that high. Then I met a guy in college that kept convincing me to enjoy myself and began gaining myself as he loved on my belly and got me into mpreg until we were both blowing up during lockdown into two stuffed swollen preggos and it's been impossible to recreate.