I'm gaining too but hesitant. I love food and eating and would love to indulge without restraint. Family pressure and health don't let me give in so while i gain a little I then lose it.

I've only gone up some 25 lbs since maybe 2006 - 2007, usually going up over holidays and Xmas, then down again as I busy with different things.

This year I decided to lose and went down from 180 at the end of January (my highest ever) to 160 3 weeks ago with gym and more careful eating.

My mum in law just came for 2 weeks and she can COOK and is very generous with portions! so i weighed 174 this morning, and had to use my fat suit (38"...

as usual i'm caught at I'd love to just blow up completely but don't dare to. no idea where this will end but nature usually wins...

So just now I was out for a drive and before returning home wanted a coffee and perhaps a slice of cake or a nice pastry. The first two cafes I tried were bars/pubs and had no cakes so I moved on. I remembered a hotel not far away so thought I'd try their cafe - bingo they had a lovely buffet selection of sweets.

I asked for a slice of a Chocolate Swiss Roll and a coffee. When the waitress brought me them she waited till I took a bite of the roll and then this conversation followed:

She: "Oh you know it's a fixed price buffet, one plate at 10 Euros"
Me: "Oh, no I didn't know. Can I simply pay 5 Euro for the coffee and cake?"
"No, I'm afraid it's 10 Euro plus the coffee, 2.50"
"Are you serious? I only want this and I'm gone"
"Nothing I can do, sorry. But you can have take more, you can fill your plate once from the dessert table"
At this point my pride, still smarting from the rip-off played on my greedy gluttonous nature, so I replied
"If I fill my plate I'll take much more than 10 Euro worth, can I just pay 5 Euro for everything I've taken?"
"No, have a good meal"

I took my plate back to the table and piled it with all I could without the desserts falling off. She stared at me as I walked back to my table with the original slice of swiss roll now covered in chocolate mousse, a slice of apple pie, one of black forest gateau, two tarts one strawberry and one with forest fruits and 3 scones, a massive dollop of cream over everything.

I simply tucked my head down, started at one end and munched my way to other, stopping once to let out my belt a notch and undo my jeans buttons. When I was done almost 40 minutes later I felt light headed I was so stuffed. My polo shirt was already tight when i walked in, now it stretched over my belly, leaving an inch of flab showing over the jeans.

Barely stifling a few belches I paid her blasted 12.50, made a point of not giving her a tip and rolled out to the car.

An extremely satisfying end to a good weekend :-)

Amazing thread :-)

No doubt gourmet food beats all other hands down. My favourite after snack is a plate full of fine cheeses, Italian hams and a nice bottle of wine to wash it down. I'm happy that the added pounds round my waist are testimony to good living.

I remember holidays in France when I was around 15, we'd find countryside restaurants that offered a "menu gastronomique" a 5 - 8 course feast on which we'd generally be stuffed halfway through but my mum would encourage us to keep going until the dessert and cheese platter "after all we've paid for it all". I wonder where my feedee / feederism comes from? hehe

There's a woman at work who's been gaining weight slowly but surely. The story starts about 4 years ago when I joined the company. Hannah and Michaela are sisters, Michaela is maybe a year older than Hannah and both are skinny women, about 5' 4". Long shiny black hair frame very pretty faces, and they enjoy a Mediterranean tanned skin colour thanks to their Italian mum. They are often mistaken for identical twins and any difference is only seen close-up. Both are lovely people, bubbly and fun, always laughing. Most guys in the firm rank them in the top 10, although they're both too skinny for my taste.

At one point I thought I noticed Hannah was filling her skirt suit a bit more than usual, but put it down to my hidden desires and assumed it was that time of the month. I kept an eye on her however and was pleased to see that her suits looked ever tighter, but it was still so slight that I took it for granted she'd lose a couple of pounds when bikini season came round. Meanwhile Michaela retained her skinny form. Imagine my sheer joy when I joined them both in the lift one day last October and could really see that Hannah had gained noticeably: her belly pushed out the dress further than her A cup breasts, stretching her skirt to the limit and her face looked plumper than Michaela's, with soft cheeks and a hint of a double chin.

Since then Hannah has clearly been over-eating as she's now wearing clothes at least a size bigger with a body that cries out for the next size up. Her body is now soft all over, her breasts are a large handful and win the daily fight with her too-small shirts. Her butt and hips have swelled to a tantalising plumpness, and her round belly shows she's still stuffing herself. Her face has filled out to a soft bubble with the cutest dimples ever. I now find every excuse to pop by their desks and enjoy seeing the difference between the still-skinny Michaela and the growing, jiggling Hannah, a marvellous daily display and reminder of her gain. I also go out to lunch with Hannah occassionally and enjoy tempting her to more bread rolls or a dessert.

The best part is that Hannah is still as bubbly and happy as ever, clearly comfortable with herself in her new fatter body. Now I hope the next episode sees Hannah continue to grow, and perhaps the family genes will catch up with Michaela. That would truly make up for the bonus we had to miss out on this year!

my parents always offerred us as much food as we wanted at table, but snacks were limited. my grandma and aunts however used to force food on us the whole time we spent at them.

thinking about how much food we used to eat, im surprised my siblings & I weren't fat as kids

agree with this 100% though lately the stuffing sessions are getting longer

I loove it when my gf grabs my belly and starts telling me how much I've gained, what a pig I am, that I'm too greedy and for some reason I just get off on the word "gluttony" it just sums up all that I love about over-eating, pigging out, gaining weight, getting and being fat...

and another fave is when she tells me to wear some clothes knwoing that I'm too fat for them, then she calls me her porker, and pokes the flab that hangs out of my clothes.

so yeah, totally erotic :-)

Just some thoughts I want to share with you all…

So I’m getting married soon and I’ve been trying to lose weight after my post-Christmas high of 76 kg (168 pounds) on a short 1m72 (5’5”). Note that I had no pressure from my fiancée or anyone to lose weight, in fact she’d probably rather that I’m the fatter one on our wedding day :-) She is not usually skinny herself (although an illness made her lose 20 - 25 pounds) and likes me fatter too. We often have mutual feeding sessions but I just wanted to lose weight for the wedding.

I made little effort to lose over January – February but was careful how I ate. This got me down to 74 kg (163 lbs). Over March and April I ate even more frugally and started jogging 30 minutes a day, most days. This awful regime lasted 3 weeks and got me down to 71 kg (157 lbs). I could now wear clothes I haven’t used in quite a while.

All through May, for no reason, I have been stuffing my face from morning till night, a blind gorging of all the food I can lay my greedy paws on. All day at work I’m guzzling down biscuits, cakes, chocolate bars and haribo sweets, pausing only for big lunches 3 or 4 times a week. In the past 2 days alone I’ve guzzled down a big meaty burger with beer, pizza & wine, steak with a divine gorgonzola cheese sauce. Yesterday evening after dinner at a new restaurant I almost got in a fight with the waitress as they were all out of chocolate desserts… I’m still peed off at that. Lunch today was more pizza with beer followed by apple pie smothered in full-fat cream and then an ice-cream to make up for the lost dessert yesterday.

I just got off the scale which tells me I’m at 77 kg (170 lbs) so it looks like my gut will be joining us for the wedding. Luckily my fiancée is amused at my gain and has even said she’s jealous and wishes the wedding over so she can pig out too.

We’re both really looking forward to the honeymoon gorging, 2 weeks of all inclusive decadence at a Mauritius resort :-)

My GF just spent 2 weeks back at home with her folk. Her mum is the old fashioned type, lots of home cooking and enough food for an army.

Well my baby obviously did little but eat the whole time she was there, when I picked her up from the airport yesterday I almost came in my pants. Trousers unbuttoned, shirt stretched and fat belly showing between trousers and shirt. Her body type is skinny but a big belly, in fact she's asked more often than she likes if she's pregnant!

I've asked her to post pics but she doesn't wanna, so not going to push the point. I guess I'll enjoy ALL of her myself :-)

I've got a stressful office job, except for the occasional BIG lunches/dinners with clients. We always have loads of sweets and junk lying about the office waiting to be eaten. Finally I generally get home after work too tired to do anything but lie on sofa and comfort eat.

Result: waist up from 30" to 36" (which are now getting tight).

See for yourself on www.youtube.com/user/ssaylleb