This is very interesting, and I think all of us who have gained have experienced this. You express the need and the desire well.

I am more into sweets, so a donut shop is where I make my usually daily pig-out.

And seeing yourself in a swimsuit when you have gained weight is a wonderful experience as well. Well, it was for me. But you're right about the buoyancy of fat. Swimming is good exercise if you get heavy because it's easy on your joints and muscles.

[quote]Ghouliette:
Good lord.


You need to make this into a short story and post in the stories section. It is just sooooo goooooood!

[quote]lesbianasexualstuffer wrote:
I want to be in a force-feeding centered BDSM relationship, and get caught by my Mistress doing something naughty, like eating dessert that she was saving for later. But instead of getting mad she just smiles sweetly and says it's ok, I can make it up to her right now. She has me help her cook a small dinner party's worth of delicious gourmet food... fancy pasta, roasted duck, a huge designer salad that's more cheese and croutons than vegetables, fresh fruit over thick but foamy vanilla mousse, a fancy spiced Italian pizza, loaves of specialty bread (savory rye, gooey garlic bread, cheese and shallot biscuits...), mounds of expensive, rich cheese, thick juicy steak fillets wrapped in bacon, crepes with custard and sweet jam, a huge cheesecake, batches of caramel chocolate cookies, homemade gelato, dark chocolate eclairs, light fluffy cupcakes in every flavor... And I'm thinking that she's going to punish me by stuffing me in front of a dinner party, there's no way she'll seriously try to make me eat all this... But I sit down and gorge myself anyway, and just as I feel like I'll burst, I weakly ask her when the guests will arrive, but I see her take out her ropes, and the last bite of cheesecake sticks in my throat. I'm powerless to stop her, she's so beautiful and sweet, and I can't let her down... I moan pitifully as she presses a beautiful handmade eclair into my mouth, and prepare for the worst. I'm so, sooo full... I'll probably get nauseous in a few minutes and have to use the safe word, oh but I don't want to, I just want to keep eating and eating... Soon I can feel my jeans forming a restricting meridian around my waist, and my belly feels like it's on fire. But this time it's different. I'm starting to feel a lot of pain and pressure, but no nausea. I groan and steal a glace at my heaving middle. It's bigger than it should be, oh my god, how is she doing this to me? My jeans feel like they're being drawn tighter by corset strings. Just as I feel like they'll cut me in two, a loud pop sounds over my muffled complaining and her giggling and teasing. Unbelievable... is it even possible to pop open jeans by stuffing? My mind feels as heavy as my groaning middle. My skin is stretched tight from chest to legs. Now even my mistress is surprised. How much can you hold, chubby girl? she muses with genuine wonder. Her hands glide over, then poke and prod my distended abdomen. I grunt weakly in between my quick panting. My lungs feel squashed between my stomach and skin. She reopens the bread basket, and garnishes each into a tiny masterpiece of butter, cheese, spices, onions... My brain is screaming at me to stop this, but the rolls are so delicious, I want more... I'm aching and trembling all over, but the fire in my belly is oozing outward, and it overwhelms my nerves so much that I feel euphoric. This is better than an orgasm; it's total surrender to gluttony and overindulgence. Adrenaline rushes into my aching jaws and renews their ravenous fervour. I notice a new sensation on my back and belly, and manage to roll my heavy head down to see. I've swelled up so much, my midsection is lightly nudging the table and the chair back. I fuss over my unnatural shape, but my mistress is mesmerized. She runs her hands over my overstretched stomach, pushing and pinching. But she can't even gather any skin with pinches, it's so very tight... I notice my blissful fire receding, and impulsively call out, ugh, don't stop! She slowly raises her gaze to meet mine, and grins. Oh, I'm not done yet, she says with a sharp, mocking tone. First you eat my dessert, then consume half this feast, and you're still not satisfied. I think it's time I taught you... She pauses and slices a huge wedge of cheesecake. ...Some portion control. I'm in for it now. I practically choke down it's rich, dense mass, she's stuffing it into me so quickly. Bottle after bottle of sparkling juice are drained, plates are emptied, containers are ravaged, pretty tray arrangements are decimated. I can feel my skin stretching, my organs shifting, and my stomach wobbling and sloshing. My arms feel tight against my sides, and my thighs are pushed apart by the weight of my bloated middle. I have lost all human shape, and am decidedly round. My mistress or I should be panicking at my impossible state, but we are powerless to curb our desires. She is frantically gathering the last of the feast now. Eat, eat, eat! She bellows, squealing with glee. I have felt my shirt riding up for a while now, but I begin to see my skin beneath it, even over the quivering horizon of my new expanse. She cheekily pokes a finger into my inflamed navel; her long slender digit doesn't even reach its new depth. I cry out in surprise, anguish, and helpless addictive pleasure.It hits me exactly

Just wanted to say I find your story incredibly hot!

I hope you are enjoying the life you have because I think for many here, you are living the fantasy!

You can always concentrate on exercises to bulk muscles in arms, chest and legs, and let that belly bulge and soften...

And if that doesn't work, heck, you've got a girl interested in guys with soft bellies... Don't lose her even if you do lose your fit figure!

Haha!

Best to you both.

This is a very cool video! Thanks for sharing!

The more I come on this site, the more kinks I develop...

Mmmm, mpreg . . .

Gotta love Elanor's answer here. I am sure most of us guys are probably too wimpy or under-prepared to live the kind of life that most women on here have to deal with.

If you can add 500 calories a day, you will gain about a pound a week, all other things being equal.

That said, it is fairly easy to secretly consume 500 calories. Depending upon your tastes, a few cream-filled pastries would do it. Or a bag of chips. In either case, something you can scarf down quickly while the roomie is out, or perhaps while you are in the bathroom (or she is).

[quotehas anyone else had this problem haha, I've gained 15 pounds so far and I wanna keep going for sure but I've just totally lost interest in eating. I'll go all day long without food and then try to eat a lot at night to make up for it but I have to force myself to do it. Any ideas of foods that will help me gain more but eat less of it?][/quote]

This illustrates well the diversity of folks here! There are many who have the opposite problem -- they like to eat, but don't want to gain!

Anyway, the suggestion to include moderate exercise is a good one, to which I might add that you consider any activity which makes you hungry!

Now that the weather is warming up, I know that being out in the fresh air, whether I'm walking or not, makes me hungrier.

Also, certain smells and sights make me hungrier. Passing by a bakery and smelling those delicious fresh pastries makes my tummy rumble with hunger.

If you smoke, you might try quitting to increase your appreciation of food.

I do not think the weight-gain shake route is the best way to go because it just seems so chore-like. And really, gaining weight should be fun! Find what gives you pleasure, and include it in your eating!

I know for many of us, that pleasure is sexual, and that may also be something to consider -- perhaps rewarding yourself for eating well with some sensual pleasure, not necessarily sexual, could be a hot bath, a visit to your favorite shop, buying yourself a special treat (not necessarily food, maybe a trinket or something you've wanted for a long time).

Best to you.