As a child, I had a fairly normal, slim build.Then in my early teens, I was treated very badly by my parents and beaten, was punished for the nonsense my siblings did, etc., and I hardly had any friends anymore because I never had time and always had to work around the house.
That made me very lonely and I secretly started snacking and eating more and more out of grief and worries until I was around 290 lbs quite early on. brought to the scales. I managed to maintain this weight because I was often bullied for it at school. I personally didn't think the bacon I got was that bad, but I was ashamed of it in public. I didn't have a boyfriend until the middle of my twenties...only brief acquaintances.
Then my now husband finally came into my life, at that time I had already lost a bit of weight overall to around 260 lbs.
He told me that I didn't have to hide and that I was perfectly fine the way I was, which made me happy and calmed.
Two years later he told me that he loved my weight and my size and that I didn't have to hold back or restrict myself when eating and that I could just eat my fill. I was on board with that
+/- 280lbs.
From then on I didn't worry so much about public opinion and I had a good time, my weight began to increase noticeably... although he always encouraged me and offered me security... too in all other situations in life. We later got married and I was at about 310 lbs. and after a while he often started to press about the subject of food... I didn't let up until he admitted that he would really like me more and whether I would maybe let him feed me too.
I was a little confused at first, but found the idea quite interesting and somehow erotic. ...we finally tried it out...first I "apparently" ate myself really full and then he gently massaged my stomach, then he fed me a little more until nothing at allwent in.I found this feeling overwhelming and it made me really hot and horny.
Over time, through such filling sessions, I developed a real addiction to being stuffed to the top limit. I only feel full when it's difficult to breathe, I can barely move and my stomach is almost in danger of bursting. 🥵🥵
Since then, in addition to our happy marriage, we have also had a feeder/feedee relationship
1 year