closetfeeder8:
I remember reading that the things that made us uncomfortable as children become turn-ons as adults. That would explain all the BDSM archetypes of the headmistress, clergy, etc. It would certainly explain an obsession with getting fat if we were shamed for it as kids or taught that it was the worst thing that could possibly happen to us. I fall into the latter category. As a kid all the normal movie/cartoon themes were terrifying but made me feel a certain way at the same time. As an adult I get off on seeing other people give themselves over to gluttony & hedonism and I give in quite regularly myself.

Bicepsual:
Has anyone had a spouse discover your fetish, express disgust. Yet then end up gaining a lot of weight after your interest was revealed?

I find myself in a precarious spot. Though I remember countless feeder/feedee experiences as a teen, like many, I didn�t discover that this was officially �a thing� until much later in life � midway in my marriage. I kept it a secret until my wife stumbled upon content on my phone. Not surprising, my 105lb skinny wife was disgusted. Now in her mid-30�s, she has been skinny her entire life. The conversation essentially ended with her stating �Well I�m never going to be a fucking fat girl, OK! End of story.�

But the moment after she made that "fat girl" statement, it's been a weird, self-fulfilling prophecy. I do all of the cooking in our house and did 100% of the grocery shopping for 12 years. But once my wife took over making the kid�s lunches, she insisted that she wanted to do the shopping to select all of the kid�s items. I had no problem with that; but I was taken aback by how much food she came home with � literally over twice what I would buy. For the first time in our household, we now officially had a �junk food cabinet� which slowly turned into almost 2 full cabinets. The freezer now was chuck full of large bags of pizza rolls, jalape�o poppers, etc.

She insisted it was for the constantly hungry kids and sleepovers. In retrospect, I ironically now remember early on, my wife wanted me to do the shopping because she �always goes to the store hungry and overbuys�.

Her nightly pastime had always been laying around watching Netflix and drinking wine. But it was now Netflix, wine and endlessly snacking. And she became increasingly possessive over which foods were �her snacks� and which were for the kids lunches. And she would throw a mini-fit if the kids had eaten her particular food as it was sabotaging her critical �unplug time�. When I offered I would make a night-run to replace it, she would melt. And it was such a turn on. 3 years ago if I had offered to get her food at night she would say �why, you trying to get me fat like those girls on your phone!�.

A couple years of this and she developed a pretty nice overhanging pot belly. Christmas last year, her interest in craft beer helped pile on another good 30lbs and she was buying a lot of new clothes around that time and I don�t think really ever felt uncomfortable in her clothes. For the Holidays we took some family photos and to me, she looked like a different person. Looked, well, heavy.

My mother-in-law then innocently posted an unflattering family gathering photo to Facebook of my wife eating a piece of cake. Belly hanging out. She looked far larger in the photo than even in real life. This photo threw my wife into an existential crisis. Laying in bed staring at the photo �I�m getting fat, aren�t I? Look at my fucking face. I�m fucking fat.�

She plunged into fitness and dieting for a period to stop her weight gain. Lost a decent amount. She even ran a 5K�.only to come to the conclusion that she can never give up the things she loves. And those things are going to make her gain weight. She seemed at a crossroads. She started eating again and the weight piled back on. When friends were over, she started to acknowledge her weight gain in conversation and joke about gaining more weight. Cracking open another 300cal beer she�d remark �Adulting is going to make me so fat".

Even though she always knew I would appreciate her heavier, once she verbalized her weight gain, it seemed to give herself the peace, acceptance and license to really let herself go, to accept herself as loving food and not being a skinny person any more.

She gave away all of her skinny jeans from 3 years ago to a friend. Seems there's no turning back now in her mind. When we have sex she says she loves her bigger boobs and hips. The whole thing has been kind of a mind fuck for me because she�s still not into this fetish at all.

When we eat out I'll sometimes go into feeder mode and bring up getting a huge appetizer I know she likes. She'll squint her eyes, smirk and give me that look "I know what�s up� and say something like �sounds amazing, just don�t get all horny and freaky on me now��.per usual, I�ll take one bite and let her eat the whole thing to herself.

Most women naturally gain weight w/age due to unavoidable metabolism and hormonal panel changes. So I would imagine there are probably many folks that have been in my same position??

august:
Have you determined what you're most afraid of when it comes to gaining? (i.e., others reactions, not being able to lose the weight if you change your mind, potential health issues, etc.)

I think it's helpful to realize that we've been conditioned since birth to believe that fat is unhealthy and unattractive. Our culture enforces this belief on a daily basis. Internalized fat phobia takes place as young as five years old (children said they would rather die of cancer or lose a limb than be fat). This is obviously something they are taught. We aren't born with the fear of fat.

Considering how much overt aggression & discrimination there is in this culture towards fat people, it's totally normal to be afraid of getting fat even as a fat admirer/gainer. Since fat phobia is so prevalent, anyone gaining weight is going to need to develop a support system. I'd recommend getting involved with fat activism, spending time with body positive/fat accepting individuals and limiting exposure to fat phobic people and media that promotes diet culture.

projectpolemics:
It sorta snuck up on me and my wife- she's always getting fatter, but slowly and gradually so it's sometimes hard to tell until she hits a "milestone".

And this was one!
This year, I discovered her pubic mound had gotten so fat I literally couldn't find her clitoris when she was standing up! She can't even remember being able to reach her own "lady bits" herself.

But she loves being touched there so much, I can make her fall asleep by just massaging her mound.

voluptuouslover:
A while back my wife was on one of her unintentional gaining patterns and she seemed to keep gaining for much longer than she usually does. We often make love with her on top quite a bit....but like you for some reason over the last several months we were in other positions.

Oe night after she got out of the shower and cam to bed she climbed on top of me....and the first thing I clearly noticed was how much heavier she felt when she settled on top of me not to mention all of her warm soft Fat flesh engulfing me.....as she slowly slid me in she started slowly thrusting I was brick hard and her moaning made her thrust slightly faster and shortly after she became very out of breath and even started to sweat which she doesn't typically do. With every heavy thrust her fat soft belly would slap into mine and her big thighs and ass would jiggle so heavily and sexy. Just a few more moments went by and she was even much more sweaty and breathing even heavier. She suddenly stopped and braced herself with her arms on the head board above me with her huge breasts right in my face smelling like sexy bath soap. As she rested....trying to catch her breath....I asked her why she was stopping.....and she said...."your Fatty wife is to out of shape to keep going and needs a break". Hearing this drove me crazy with arousal and as she started thrusting agin and breathing and panting heavily it kept turning me on more an more......until we both came and she rolled off breathing like she just ran a marathon I watched her massive breasts jiggling with each heavy breath and her now huge soft belly going up and down rippling with each deep breath.

It was pretty sexy seeing how out of shape she had became during sex and the fact that she noticed it and expressed it to me drove me to all new arousal levels.

closetfeeder8:
Absolutely. I dont think you become a feeder unless you fully appreciate the sensuality of eating and growing. I've been losing weight but I love my boobs & my ass, so I'm not sure I want to lose any more. I think feeders and feedees are two sides of the same coin. It's just that feeders like to be in control... projecting what we fantasize about doing to ourselves onto somebody else. But sometimes it's just the illusion of control and we cram our faces a little too often. 😉

FatCuriousBabe11:
Does anyoneed know any good feederism or stuffing stories from a second person perspective?

girlcrisis:
Second person isn't the most common narrative style but here's some good ones that I could think of on here:

Chocolate Milk - Yindy
Mindless Pig - Firelion
Piggy Goes To Market - Teasesfatties
Blame Game - Biddygal

Also, if you look up Noarthereonlyfat on Deviantart, he has quite a lot of stories written from a second person perspective. Weighing In is probably my favourite but they're all great.

pdt:
I think A LOT about bondage, and how eventually one can get so heavy that their own body is the restraint.

I imagine being in a relationship where the rule is that I'm to spend all weekend cuffed to the bed, every week, while my partner brings me completely excessive amounts of food, and enjoys playing with my increasingly bloated body to her sadistic heart's content. One Sunday night, a couple years into this relationship, she undoes the cuffs around my now soft, puffy wrists and ankles.

"Well, get out of bed, fat boy. You've got to brush your teeth after all that," she says, probably struggling to keep a straight face.

I lurch and struggle, and only succeed in jiggling myself around and running out of breath. I can't get out of bed without help.

"It looks like we don't need the restraints any more, do we?" She whispers to me, and brings me my toothbrush.

I never show up at the office the next day, or after that.

bigsoftbelly:
idk if this counts as "dark," but i have a lot of fantasies about being knocked out, kidnapped, and finding myself tied to a bed. my captor force feeds me through a hose or funnel, pouring liquid down my throat (i prefer bloating with liquid instead of food, i think i'm more helpless that way) and bloating me against my will. my belly gets bigger and bigger, my clothes rip at the seams letting my belly pour out, i can barely move and my belly aches from all it's being forced to hold.

eventually my captor decides to take the hose / funnel out and jeers at me. my belly is huge and completely exposed and feels like it's going to burst. i moan and beg him to let me go but he just plays with my sore aching belly, slapping and squeezing and poking and jiggling and tickling it. he starts using me sexually too, groping me. all the while i'm pleading with him to stop until he gags me and i'm completely at his mercy for as long as he wants.