SquishMaster:
Hey all. If any of y'all follow my posts, you'll know I love to get padded up and go out in public, presenting as a fat man with a large belly. I've done this dozens of times now, but there's always the persistent fear in the back of my head -- what if someone I know sees me??.

I'm sure most everyone here has had the same thoughts - even if you don't go out padded, you probably have the fear that someone will "walk in on you", and see you pretending to be fat (or fatter).

More and more lately, I'm wondering if that's actually as big a deal as I've always felt it is. I mean, for me (and I imagine, most of us), padding has direct links to sex/masturbation, so it's like there's a built-in link in my head -- as if the shame of getting caught with one (masturbation) is equal to the shame of getting caught in the other (padding).

But lately I feel like there's a growing disconnect, as most of my padded activities now have nothing (overtly) to do with sex! It's just me going to a clothes store, or out to eat, etc -- normal human activities (I guess I still have some sexual thrill by feeling like a fat man, but it's not like I'm jerking off in public!). And it's got me thinking about how if someone else enjoyed going out with say, a blue wig, should they feel ashamed that they get recognized in public? At this point, padding is basically a hobby to me, so why am I so embarrassed by it??

And more importantly, if I told my close friends about it how would they actually react? My wife knows about it and is surprisingly cool with it, but she also knows a lot more about my sexual preferences than my friends. I haven't worked up the courage yet, I mean it's not something you can just take back, but more and more I feel like it doesn't actually matter if they know. I mean, everyone does weird stuff, right? What's so bad about playing dress-up? Idk. I guess my ultimate goal is to be able to go out proudly, near my own house -- if someone from work, or a neighbor, sees me padded, I want to be able to own it. Be like "Oh this? Yeah, I like to tinker with this fat suit. How does it look? etc" and then go about my day, unembarrassed.

So I made this post to talk about it.

Do y'all agree?
Have any of you told anyone about your padding? Or have you gotten caught padding?
How'd they take it?

Karma3425:
Yes!!!

MootheJellyDonut:
I had done a stuffing, 6inch subway sandwich, and then diet coke and a whole thing of mentos after. I could feel it bubbling inside of me, and I moaned and whined cuz my tummy started to feel tight, and i had just discussed with him how hot it would be to be like violet and have people poke and prod me and talk about me in awe as I blow up like a balloon, going from a normal "petite" girl to a huge blueberry.
so as I'm swallowing the mentos and feeling my tummy get more and more full of foam he's teasing me and telling me I'm gonna pop if I keep going, and pokes my belly and says "filling up with juice" in this sing songy teasing voice he does and I was just KIUFAFBJFH KO for me that's all I want in life lmao

MootheJellyDonut:
would also be interested! as an inflatee

has anyone ever roleplayed with multiple people, all of them inflating one person? always though that would be nice

Aphrodita:
The SM origin of my pseudo on Internet when I transitioned socially to a woman.

When I was a student, there was a very fat and old lunch lady with a “ugly” face at the university restaurant. The students called her ironically “Aphrodite” (goddess of love).

[Later I wrote a SM fat humiliation novel (not finished, only in French) where Arnold, a fitness-student, is force-fed and feminized (as revenge for cruel mockery) by a monstrously obese lunch lady who is called “Aphrodite” by students. All lunch ladies at the university restaurant are very obese, in order to cut the appetite of students (for the State to pay less money). Though this objective may not be achieved, because during the break, these lunch ladies eat huge amounts of food, since it is the only fun they have in life, as they can’t find men interested in them, have never sex and get never affection from men. After his MtF transition, Arnold (now Cindy) has no choice but to work at the university restaurant where she is degraded by students and to sleep (as a heterosexual man who is horrified by having sex with a man) with a sadist very old man who loves to disgust women in financial need with his nightmarish body destroyed by time. With viagra, this hell lasts the whole night. Cindy’s everyday life is a torture and there is no way back. She eats her feelings and gains more and more weight. One day she is so fat that she has to wear a steel corset at work in order for the largest available working clothes to fit her, which is more and more painful as she gets fatter.]

When I chose the nickname “Aphrodita”, I didn't know that my face would be so pretty for a few years at the beginning, before time finally destroys this beauty (not happened yet, I’m still a fat true goddess of love).

EIIe:
So since I posted this we had another experience on valentines. Hottest sex I think I have ever had.

We started off with our normal nursing, and then making out then he gave me some orgasms with his hands and then I gave him an incredible blow job.

I have sucked a lot of dick and I love sucking dick and this was probably my favoritest blow job of all time. I was edging him forever.

He’s not small, I can easily fit two full hands and my mouth on him... so I’m really into taking him into my throat and teasing him that way going really slow, popping him in and out my throat and drooling all over him...

He was completely out of his mind I edged and worked him so hard for so long... until I was so worked up I got greedy and had him cum while he was deep in my throat...

Then I collapsed in him for awhile. Laying my full weight on top of him. I easily outweigh him.

Finally after we both recovered I told him I wasn’t done and he had work to do. So we kinda reversed except he put me out of my mind with orgasm after orgasm after orgasm... It was intense considering it was just his mouth and hands.

Finally I tapped out and we cuddled awhile. Until that led to more nursing and then me stroking him again.

This time I wasn’t even subtle I lube him up and the folds of fat between my belly and thigh and just rubbed against him like that... I didn’t torture him this time and let him orgasm right away, teasing him for cumming so fast even after he already came once already...

Then I made him squish his hand in the fat fold and feel what a mess he made.

Then we cuddled and fell asleep.

This has given me other ideas that I am going to create a whole new thread about...

PrincessShy22:
I know it’s been a bit tough meeting people in general and hitting it off but for me another major kink for me is ddlg and i’ve been wondering if there’s any daddy’s best takers out there that happen to be looking for the same thing?

Spike:
Hello,
As someone who was once held hostage i want to make a note that this is NOT sexy, not a fantasy.

The person or people who are in charge of your care tend to be mentally and physically abusive. They will also not feed you good or enjoyable things, they feed you what THEY want to feed you. Whether you like it or not.

You will grow upset and lonely, you will mentally worsen, you will get sick because of the treatment which manifests differently for everyone.

This is NOT something you want. I promise .

AskDrFeeder:
It seems to me that people who become extremely obese must have challenges when it comes to holding down a job.

How do they do it?

Or do they not have a job? Are they supported by their families or spouses or...? Or are they independently wealthy?

Any stories about dealing with this about yourself or others you know would be interesting.

Munchies:
Question. What would you classify as "extremely obese"? Because that is very subjective. For example, a lot of people consider 400 - 600 lbs as extremely obese, and most of them have regular jobs.

AskDrFeeder:
Here I just mean people who are so fat they have trouble holding down a job. Like the cab driver Tom Wolfe wrote about, who ate doughnuts all day until he was too fat to fit into his cab.