Not until my skinny wife got pregnant. She was ravenous and gained a lot of weight. Loved every second of it. But even after that I still didn't know this was an actual "thing", that there were girls actually trying to gain and had a community and culture behind it.

I love egg nog but can't stand it with bourbon - and I love bourbon. Eggnog has such a subtle nuanced taste, any time you add alcohol, it just obliterates the flavor IMO. Have to drink it virgin.

You're absolutely correct, though. If I constantly mention my wife's weight, she undoubtedly feels objectified and as if it's all I focus on. It's a mental battle to be filled with glee watching her grow by the day and restrain my tongue from pointing it out continually.

The best thing that ever happened is she started overeating by herself because the whole strategy and effort of "feeding" was beginning to be exhausting for me personally. There would be times I would put so much money and time into a fattening meal that she wouldn't eat and I would actually angry. It was unhealthy.

"Control" and dominance is generally at the heart of any feeder relationship, but you have to learn to let go to a certain degree before it really starts to consume you and start objectifying your partner.

In the last year we've gotten close to a couple neighbors whose wives are really fat. They're total foodee's and put on these epic spreads usually twice a month. The one house has 3 large deep fryers and multiple smokers. It's nuts the cooking equipment they have. He'll make smoked prime rib with BBQ ribs and a ton of fried chicken. All for 6 adults. Someone always brings a massive cake (or two!).

For a football game after Thanksgiving they did a deep fried turkey, smoked turkey and smoked brisket with countless sides. And we'll be over there for a good 10hrs packing it away, sometimes playing games like Cards Against Humanity.

The wonderful part at the end of the night is all of the wives inevitably start talking about fast food and what they're craving. The party always ends with the husbands all running out to different drive-thru's. It's been great.

I do every year, as I typically diet from March/April through July for summer pool season.

And it's kind of annoying as the fattie wife wants to constantly eat out at places I can't have much at.

Feeder PRO-TIP: It's been a wonderful technique to get her mentally acclimated to normalizing eating morbidly grandiose amounts of food to herself.

For example, we'll still have pizza night and she can just basically eat the entire thing and the appetizer to herself as I already have my prepared lean meals cooked I'll eat instead.

"The husband is dieting – I guess I get this all to myself" is a nice excuse she can use for a few months to feel OK with eating entire buckets of chicken, entire lasagnas to herself. And then when I end my diet, eating an entire pizza to herself is simply a "normal thing" she does on a Saturday afternoon now.

She would have never thought that was OK prior.

As long as you're open and transparent about your kink. My wife is not a feedee in the sense of getting aroused by weight gain/eating.

But as time goes on she's learned to definitely take advantage of me being a feeder as she greedily asks for me to cook or run out for her, knowing I eagerly will, no matter the time or circumstance.

In that regard, she really has become a 'feedee' by some definitions.

Really don't know. I doubt it, she seems more just like a food addict. But who knows. She's been morbidly obese since a child.

She seems to be doing OK. She hasn't stopped gaining. It's crazy, they'll be TWO DoorDash deliveries every single night from 6-11pm. And the bags are big enough for a family.

She has a really good job, well into the six figures. I can't even fathom what she spends on takeout and delivery per month. It has to be well over $3K.

My neighbor is well over 400lbs and she met a guy online, got married within a couple months of dating. He's super fit, I assumed a SSBBW chaser.

I have no idea of his dating experience, if this was his first woman of that size. But it was an awful situation.

He left her within the first year of marriage because she can't and won't do anything. Even walking across the street to chat with us will have her so out of breath she can barely carry a conversation, let alone go on a walk, fit in a theatre seat.

She doesn't even want to go out to restaurants. She DoorDashes EVERYTHING. She can't find a reason to ever leave her house.

You would see him doing everything alone: riding his bike alone, taking walks alone, running out to get food alone. He'd come over and play with my kids outside because I think his wife was boring him to death.

It's always great when your old "limit" becomes your "new normal" for almost every meal.