GrowingLoveHandles:
To further my point above, it seems this happy accidental weight gain initially was not so much decided as just seemed to occur — the result of a new relationship, being around such a lovely woman, learning to enjoy eating and foods in new ways, adopting her hedonistic outlook, and thinking you could easily lose those first pounds.

Not as much a decision as a delicious kind of carelessness.

canuck:
yes, i think you are correctly stating it. certainly it was not a conscious decision!

when you put it like that, and i think of my change in thinking from when i was fit to now - the "value" i placed on being in shape motivated me in my exercise. i mean, i went to the gym 3-4 times a week continuously for 20 years! at some point it just becomes a habit, and you do it on automatic pilot.

but when i took that time away and grew out of shape, the "value" i placed on that enjoyment of that new hedonistic lifestyle, was much greater than the effort it would take to get back in shape.

none of it was conscious, but i think i realized i had missed out on some of those pleasures... now they've become the habit, i guess!

canuck:
this question really made me think : was it a decision? i guess it was, in a way.

i had been fit, thin and active all my life. i went to the gym regularly and lifted weights. but i was an fa and a feeder - i was attracted to fat people and the idea of them growing even bigger was really my turn on. so i dated bbw and bhm, and often i was their feeder. i was in this mode for a long time - like, from my late teens until i was about 40!

then i started dating and then living with a ssbbw. she was a nurse and was completely uninterested in being the whole feedism scene - that was fine with me. she was gorgeous, fun, intelligent, and we had a great time together. she was more a "foodie" i think, and her love of good food started to rub off on me. i started to find a new enjoyment in food through her. spending more and more time with her meant it was getting tougher for me to dedicate time to the gym. eventually i decided i would take a break from the gym for a few months, just see what would happen.

not only did i stop working out, i started to indulge more with my gf. we both put on weight. after maybe 25 lbs i started to get a little worried about how big i was getting, but she helped me put those concerns aside, we were still both really enjoying our life together which involved quite a bit of eating and drinking and making merry. at some point i thought, well, i've let myself go this far - let's see what 200 lbs is like! then i can start getting back in shape.

200 lbs turned into 220, and i realized that the lifestyle i had become used to was very seductive. my gf had also gained some weight over that time, and was growing concerned it might impact her mobility to the point it effected her job. so we knew something needed to be done. i decided to go back to the gym, and she cut a bunch of things out of her diet. i was really impressed with her level of discipline!

i was also surprised by how *hard* it was to go back to the gym. being fat and out of shape, not having worked out at all for many months... wow, was that a rude awakening! i thought i would jump on the treadmill for 30 minutes, like i used to. i lasted about 5 minutes and i felt like i was going to die, lol! i was shocked and embarrassed by how little weight i could lift, and how far i had fallen in terms of my fitness. seeing myself in the mirrors all around the gym shocked me over and over again - who was that flabby guy with the gut hanging over his too-tight exercise pants? oh, it was me!

being so disillusioned at the gym created a bit of a cycle... i would stop going, get fatter, try to go again, and become too discouraged to continue.

so while my gf was losing some weight, mine went up a little. eventually just the thought of being in the gym was too humiliating, i made a conscious decision to stop trying. and i guess this was the point at which i actually "decided" (or admitted) i was now a fat person.

i have often thought, looking back on my life, what motivated me to be fit and to work out for so long? and how did i change so much in such a short period of time, quite far into my adulthood? i think part of staying fit was just my sense of my own identity. getting over that was the hardest part of getting fat (getting past the "this isn't me" mindset). but also, as a fit guy seeking out romantic and kinky relationships with fat people, i think being in good shape was one of the things that i knew made potential partners attracted to me. not sure if i knew that at the time, but in hindsight, having joined a dating site as a fat guy, i know that the "marketplace" has shrunk substantially for me.

i guess in another way, my decision to be fat (or get fatter) was really around my lifestyle choice, and what i valued in how i spent my time... having discovered a great joy of food (which included a newfound interest in cooking for myself, family and friends), and being a craft beer aficionado, the value of these activities and the joy they bring me has increased substantially. just 4 or 5 years ago i would never have looked forward with any enthusiasm to getting take-out from a particular restaurant. now, i have a list of almost 20 places i can't wait to try. my mouth is watering thinking about what i am going to be having for lunch - food, for the first time, has become a very central part of my life, my day, my week. it isn't about "stuffing" (although sometimes it is ), it is about taste, flavour, texture, trying something new...

sorry, didn't want to make this an essay, lol! but thinking about it made me kind of reflect over the last 3-4 years.

John Smith:
Hm. Skinny female feeders below age 30 are always fun to watch... a majority of them does always manage up to switch from their current role to the receving end of feederism. 😏

pluviophile:
I've also seen this happening a little more often, especially over the last year. I'm still in the minority of being a thin feeder, however.

John Smith:
This global pandemic outbreak has been the theater of a quarantine-triggered population boom within the feedism community. Many feeders with little to no traditional partnering option resorted into lashing out their baser impulses onto their own bodies, while various female potentials, experimentees and regulars alike with little to no indication about some propensity to this fetish has rapidly succumbed to its tantalizing intricacies.

Luluand:
I love being both dominant and submissive with different partners. Anyone else???

hansel4witch:
Sadly we are lacking some female feeder witches here , who are hungry for some juicy piggies 🐷😈🍖

Plump Belly To Curvy:
I think I'd like to do this for a while. Not forever though. But just to have no control and never know what is coming your way, while it just keeps coming, wow. To just focus on eating with pleasure, getting bigger and bigger, and pleasing your dominant feeder. Yeah.

quiverdream:
As someone who’s not exactly into the athletic-to-fat kink, I’m curious: what’s y’all’s take on those trainers who get fat and then back to fit with their clients?

WideJuan76:
I find it kind of gimmicky but it is a new take on the trading places concept.

feedee37:
So I've tried heavy cream a couple of times, but I'm lactose intolerant so it's too unpleasant to be sustainable. I'm thinking about trying 1 lb of peanut butter a week to gain subcutaneous fat-- does anybody have any experience gaining with peanut butter? How fast can I expect to gain if I maintain a regular diet on top of this?

alelectro:
I suppose there's some other dynamics that happen for the muscle-bound gym rat FA that falls for an SSBBW who then proceeds to fatten him up.

Even when you were still thin, you had eyes only for her, but you were still aware that all the chicks considered you a hottie. Maybe you'd feel like an a-hole for thinking it, but there was still a sense that you were the conventional hot one in the relationship. Her friends thought she was lucky to have an Adonis like you.

But her cooking fixed that right up.

Before, you tried to show empathy when she talked about how others treat fat people, but now you really understand.

She doesn't have to remind you to slow down when walking uphill. You don't accidentally grab a booth anymore at a restaurant. You both head for the elevator now.

You don't have to bother glancing away when the gym bunnies try to flirt with you, because that doesn't happen anymore. Gym life is done.

She warned you she'd ruin your "hot bod". But she didn't explain how much more connected you'd feel with her. Welcome to her world fellow fatty.