If he comments on you being thick again, you could say something like "I know, right? But I kind of like it. I've got more curves, and I just feel like I have a little more presence than when I was so thin."

Which isn't telling him your fetish, but it tells him you like what has happened so far and are happy with your body, and that is a start of the conversation.

Basically, sometimes you just need to get a foot in the door, you don't have to smash the door into their face.

Alexquinn, how have things gone since then? Did you decide to show her pictures? Any more conversation about this?

From my side, i told my then fiance (now wife) somev-- enough for her to make clear in return that she didn't have these preferences. After which i didn't go into more detail because i didn't want her to feel pressure to gain to please me, when it wouldn't please her. (And anyway, with her appetite i knew that thin was never going to be a risk)

Thanks for all of this, Becoming!

Even when avoiding actual numbers, implied numbers can be tricky. That is, if in the process of growth you want various events to happen to show the growth, the author needs to have some clue about the sizes and weights.

There is a fair bit of flexibility in most of these, but if you have a character at about the same time/size: need to start shopping in a plus sizes store, need a seat belt extender, have trouble walking up a flight of stairs -- then clearly your implied numbers don't line up.

My desire to be fat isn't confined to when I'm horny, but I do have a similar conflict overall. For me the compromise that has worked has been to be fat enough to feel far when I want to (and sometimes when I don't), but not so fat that I can't be active and athletic, or that I can't buy clothes in normal stores. At 5'8" and generally between 215 and 225 I'm sure not thin, but I spent much of the summer biking 20km each way to work most days of the week, I try to dress neatly and normally (for lack of a better word), etc.

It isn't perfect by any means, but until someone comes up with that spell, or a way to have as spare body to do in and out of, it is the best I've found for me.

For me, writing weight gain fiction, about not-us characters, helped. Let my mind follow feeding and weight gain paths and let off some of the mental pressure, so to speak. Also let me explore some of the corners of these desires in a safe way.

Also, simply participating in places like this where I could openly talk about the desires with others who understand.

Obviously important to set limits, to make sure not to get too involved online)

YMMV, advice is worth what you pay for it, and other disclaimers apply. What worked for me may not work for you.

My wife has hit the same high weight point three times in her life, and each time she's started to snore as she got close to it, and stopped once she lost a bit. These experiences have been spread out over ~20 years, both sides of having a baby, changes to diet and exercise .... It really does seem that with her there is just a weight at which she starts to snore.

Do note that severe snoring can be a health risk; you might want to look into getting a sleep study done so they can get prescribed a CPAP machine (if they'd tolerate that).

Everyone has to stop gaining eventually, right?

So the way I see it is, the question is what is the sweet spot for you, and if you are not there yet, do you want to head there now, or wait until later?

After having gained so much so fast, I think hitting pause could make a lot of sense. Let your body and mind get adjusted, and also see how you feel living at this size (different from living through growing to this size). Also makes your feeder have to deal with life when you are not gaining, and you can see how that goes.

My wife's usual footwear has always been sneakers or Doc Martens (maybe some flat sandals in the Summer). When we got married she'd gained about forty pounds from the last time she'd worn dressy shoes. She bought new shoes for the wedding, of course, but barely tried them on -- after all, she knew her size.

They were of a style to cover the toes and have a rim around the outside of the foot, but nothing covering the top of most of the foot. Well, by the time we got to the chapel her feet had already started to bulge out of the top of the shoes, and by the time we'd gotten through the whole thing there was of course extra swelling and and she was very visibly bulging out of the shoes.

That was the day that I realized her feet were getting fat. I felt bad for her, but at the same time I was turned on everytime that I looked down and saw that evidence of how every part of her was getting fat.

That is horrible Ffox :-(. I just don't get some people.

Best of luck in moving on and finding a better future.