stillnoname:
Lol well i guess no ones attracted to little 135lbs 5'4 me

Lucia:
I'm just going to come out of the closet and work with the original thread title: asexuality fetish.

I can confirm that such a thing indeed exists, and also that it's nigh impossible to find anything about it on the interwebs; for I myself happen to be such a case- undoubtedly brought about by childhood abuse, yet by the time I realised what I was doing the deed was already done.

When I was young I ate to become unattractive; mostly subconscious, but this is a theory psychologists actually support and document so I'm going to assume that's true.

However, I happen to fall in love with a fat admirer... which (again, subconsciously) implied I wasn't fat enough yet.

I'm not saying that sex was bad, but I've always had the strangest reactions to it; and when -due to my weight- having sex became increasingly difficult, I didn't back down; I just let that happen.

Now, my husband probably fancied himself a fat admirer but he simply wasn't prepared for me; meaning he developed severe problems getting a hard-on for me as time went by. Neither him nor me knew whence it came (it wasn't as obvious as it was in my case) but he totally embraced this added difficulty and wanted more of it.

So there we were: me, subconsciously trying to avoid men by gaining weight; and my husband, happily allowing his manhood to slip away further living out some weird 'asexuality fetish' of his own.

Already far beyond a 'comfortable' level of overweight, I decided to --consciously this time-- find other means to sabotage our sexlives; and he wholeheartedly pledged himself to this cause. Looking back at it it was the weirdest thing, yet it was what we both wanted so we dedicated ourselves to it and, sure enough, found a way to pull it off.

As I've said, I cannot for the life of me find anything even remotely related to this on the interwebs; but I dare claim we both had a severe case of 'asexuality fetishism'.

How else do you call it when you get a thrill out of feeling your husband's last centimeter escape you; and using it as a gauge like "how much more fat do I need to pile onto my ladyparts before he's completely out of there?"

How else do you call it when your husband encourages you to keep gaining, because me getting uglier helped him defuse accidental hard-ons? By then he merely needed to open his eyes and he'd shrink on the spot; but he still perceived my boobs as a risk and thus required a fatter wife just to be on the safe side.

How else do you call it when teaching your husband all kinds of wrong habits finally pays off, and he thanks you for it; even asking you to render him just a little more impotent, despite already being utterly unable to climax? (I presume due to something psychologic, can't be sure tho)

All I can say is ... it definitely exists. He literally (really literally out loud) expressed his desire to become 200% unable to have any kind of sex, including self-relief. And years later, seeing that feeding me didn't get rid of my hand helping him out occasionally, extended that desire to become SO repulsive I would not only barely be able to help him, but unwilling to do so.

Eventually, we all got what we wanted:
I cannot touch myself; but luckily I don't feel the need.
None but the most stalwart of fat admirers would ever dream of having sexual relations with me.
He can barely relief himself; (he however DOES feel the need)
And for a little over a year now, whenever he shows up in my bedroom 'in need', all I wanted for him was to leave.

For me personally, my initial reason to gain and the way I coped with whatever followed, clearly had its roots in the sexual abuse I'd suffered as a child; and over time, I've grown out of it. At this point I would not consider myself a hardcore asexual fetishist-- it's merely something I do by lack of choice.

For me husband ... The Lord only knows what was going on there. But it that ain't an asexuality fetish, nothing is.

Would love to learn more about it -hence my showing up in this thread; but it's probably not exactly what you meant? .....or is it?

Petty9x:
My Feedee and I go to a club, where people with our fetish meet. All feedees are naked, only wearing a dog collar, with a lead on it. First they were massured: weight, extant.....
Then there is the first battle: Which feedee can eat most? Of course they are neeling like pig and eating out of troughs. After this they are really stuffed, the bellies are hanging, they are sweating like pigs.
Phase two: They will get seated in big chairs like they have at the dentist. Now they get tube-fed till their brim with high-calorie fluid.
In the end they will get measured again.
Winner is who growed the max ;-).
After the feedees had a little break to get to breath, maybe a little bellymassage or whatever ;-) Phase thee is following: Who is able to do some slight sport? A little running, where the full belly is bouncing, a little push ups, sit ups.....
Which Feeder has the best feedee?

Garfield:
I like the tougths. There is only one Thing: pigs can't sweat, it's biologicaly impossible.

Hunter9:
Just finished a year long weight control with a feedee. We met on fet life but she also had an account on here.

We started to date but then realized we weren't an ideal match. But we would still see each other from time to time to break bread. It was during one of these meals where I told her that I had controlled a girls weight once but that it was only for a brief time and that I'd love to do it for a year or longer. She was really excited about he idea of having her weight controlled and every time we would talk she would bring it up. One night I finally asked her if she wanted to do it. She said that she did and the next night she came over and we agreed on the terms.

The terms were that I was to have 100% control over her weight for one year. She could not back out of it. I would decide how much she ate and how often. We lived only 15 minutes from each other Which made it really easy anytime I wanted to take her out to eat.

She is 5'5 and at the beginning she was 180 lbs. She was chubby with a pear shaped body. She had never been over 180 before.

I immediately put her on a 3500 calorie a day diet. I told her she could eat what she wanted when she was not around me but it had to add up to 3500. On top of that I would take her out to eat three nights a week. We mostly went to eat fast food. For instance one night I texted her at 10 pm and asked if she wanted to go eat. We went to Wendy's and I stuffed her with burgers and fries. Then on the way back to her apartment we stopped at a supermarket and I got a box of ice cream sandwiches. I told her they had to be gone by the next night when I would come over with dinner.

After two months she was 195 lbs. By the fourth month she 210 lbs and it was really starting to set in that she was going to get really fat, something she had long thought about, but never really had the courage to go through with it.

By eight months she was 245 lbs and the changes in her body were pretty significant. She got fat thunder thighs, and her hips widened. Her ass got big and dimply and her belly formed into rolls with a thick tire of fat that hung over her waist. When she put on jeans she tucked her fat tire into them. When she walked in the nude the fat on her hips shook up and down. She had no complaints about how fat she was getting. It turned her in immensely. Her only complaint was the expense of buying new clothes. Eventually she just started wearing baggy jumpsuits and stretchy stuff.

At 10 months she was 263 lbs. I knew I only had two months to go and that 300 was a possibility but I really wanted to see her hit 280 lbs that would be 100 in a year.

She was getting really embarrassed by how fat she was getting and there were times where I know she tried to eat less. But the last few months I was always bringing her food and at the two month left mark I started to make her chug down high calorie shakes.

By the end up of the contract she was 275 lbs. she was ridiculous jiggly and fat all over. She developed a double chin and flabby upper arms and her stomach aproned. When she sat down she had a fat spread that took up more space.

I asked her if she wanted to go another year. She declined and said she was going to lose the weight. The first couple months after the contract ended she dropped like 15 lbs. But since then the weight has packed back on. The eating habits I made her develop have stuck with her. She can't resist late night fast food runs, pints of Ben and jerrys, iced lattes etc.

After this experience there is nothing more intoxicatingly than watching a slightly chubby girl become a fat porker.

If I'd o this again with another willing participant I'm going to insist on two years.

rUfatyet2:
This was just sooooo hot.

LadyEjkua:
I much prefer bigger men! They're the only ones I find sexual attractive. I've been married to mine for over ten years. Never going back! And also: why prefer a kitchen chair over a sofa? Just doesn't make sense to me 😊

James Hayward:
hmm, because a kitchen chair would be better at supporting you, but then again I would rather be on the sofa.

Petty9x:
My fantasy is including to let the feedee suffer, let feel him pain after he is stuffed and ballooned, maybe helpless. I have no explanation why this fantasy aroses me. I learned to accept this as a part of me, even I do not understand that.
But my head sais that`s just crazy, ugly and against everything I learned to be right.

Kerkov:
At first, I was just an FA, for like 2 years, when I got into this 'fetish' sphere. Just staring from the outside, liking those who were fat/chubby. Then I started to gain because of high stress and poor physical exercise due to the same reason, after about a year and a half I went from my healthy weight of 165 (I think, I don't remember exactly) to an obese 213 pounds. I had never been so aroused before. Since then I lost some weight, but now I've solidified my resolve to gain because of that experience.

billedmeup:
I have a strange twist on this topic. I am a straight male who is reasonably fit. Although I have gained some weight over time my stomach is still pretty flat.
So, here's the twist, I used to love female weight gain stories. Now I am really into couple stories where the wife fattens the husband and maybe she gains weight too. I think it is a vicarious thrill where the fat husband is a surrogate for me.

voluptuouslover:
So through reading stories you have changed to liking the mutual gaining stories better than even the female weight gain stories?