Do you want kids? That really changes the landscape.

The whole laziness thing was frankly unexpected to me and difficult to get over at first. I always wanted my wife to gain, but always expected her to stay her 'clean freak', energetic self. Having to take on the lion's share of work is exhausting.

Also the MASSIVE growth of sedentary hobbies and TV watching..... I don't necessarily share. Yeah, I'll watch a movie or show, but no way can I lay around and religiously watch 5-8 hrs of straight Netflix every single night. That can be a challenge to resolve in a relationship and something I still struggle with in trying to spend time with her.

But it's fun to playfully poke her about it all and what a lucky fattie she's become. Acknowledging all that you do to serve your partner builds more affection, thankfulness and love between you for taking care of them and the house; make them feel like a true plump princess that basically won the lottery in life.

Small, 5'3". And pretty dainty – well, was.

Good point. I've seen both sides. Her prior job was working around skinny millennial chicks that constantly made her self-conscious and always made her feel like she was the whale on the team.

But now that she works with a bunch of heavier girls, she's one of the "smaller" ones. And because they're all gaining, they all mentally play the "well at least I'm not as fat as ______". But they don't understand that they're comparing themselves to a moving target as they gain together.

Did you start at a pretty light weight?

When my wife quickly went from 100 to 170lbs, that weight was enough to cause some minor tear in her arch and be diagnosed with plantar fasciitis. She was then on crutches and prednisone which caused even more weight to pile on. So now she's always having foot/swelling issues if she "pushes herself" as she gets bigger.

Unlike muscle, tendons are like cartilage: they grow very slowly.

You don't need to be 375lbs. Hitting around 200 is when my wife started accepting "yeah, the whole walking and stairs thing isn't really for me any more." Amusement parks & zoos can be a real challenge. I think it's hot. But I was pleasantly surprised how early that hit in her gain.

The denial responses are even better lol. When my wife had put on around 75lbs we had a party and she drunkenly asked three of her girlfriends huddled in the kitchen if they noticed her recent weight gain.

They looked her directly in the eyes and simultaneously said "Huh, NO. You look great!".

I remember 5 years ago I wanted a Roomba to sweep our wood floors during the day. My wife was staunchly against it; dropped the issue after numerous arguments.

Fast forward to this past weekend, 2 min of sweeping and she's a fat sweaty mess and she yells up to me "HUN, LET'S ACTUALLY GET THAT ROOMBA."

Had to chuckle inside; "Sure, now that you're a lazy fattie, it's OK to get it! How things change." 🙄

Slimy is secretly adding tons of butter or olive oil to dishes, etc.

Just cooking a nice spread and watching the chubster 'go' is wholesome encouragement IMO.

Whenever my sister-in-law comes over, she's almost 300lbs, I always cook a nice spread of taco dip, guacamole, appetizers and just enjoy watching her and my wife polish it all off into the wee hours of the night.

Once they're full, I''ll bring out something more and it's always enjoyable to hear the "Oh no, no more. I'm done". Leave it out and notice 20min later their faces are right back in the dip trough.

Mind Control stories are my jam! My story Maid New is right up your alley. Tons of identity reassignment, degradation, humiliation:

fantasyfeeder.com/stories/view

I'm almost finished with another mind control/corruption story that I'll post soon.

A Couple in Need of Change is another one.

mcstories.com/CoupleInNeedOfChange/CoupleInNeedOfChange1.html

You start putting deodorant between your thighs, under your boobs and belly.

For me the greatest pleasure in being a feeder is when you don't have to feed!

The pleasure to see someone grow to the point that they accept they're a fattie now. The hedonism of being a glutton is so strong in them now that I don't need to constantly feed them; they're the ones sneaking out for fast food, constantly hitting up the vending machines at work, sneaking in snacks whenever they run an errand.

What was once a newfound developing "weight problem" is now simply the new normal. Everyone knows them as heavy now. The cat's out of the bag: they're an overeating fattie. Showing up to family events, they've had to "come out" to their family as a fattie. It's not a shock any more. It's not a problem. They've accepted their new identity, have totally let go and are introducing food into every moment of their life now.

She now goes out with all of the other fat women at work and doesn't need to hold back in their fast food choice or how much she orders.

You as a feeder got them to a point where they realize it doesn't matter if they eat a salad or 4 burgers. It makes no difference today or tomorrow; they're still going to be a big fattie. So might as well have the 4 burgers.... actually make it 6, nobody's going to notice at this point. 😈