Ditzygirl wrote:
I think the ideas and the feelings are very erotic.
One: feeling really full and having someone rub my belly is very nice.
Two: knowing over indulging will lead to weight gain.Kind of the OO I have been a bad girl thing.
Three: Sex on a full belly is pretty close to as good as it gets.

bbw hunter wrote:
My lovely lady started out as the feedee... But now I'm the feedee and she's the feeder. She loves cooking. And gets very excited about me needing her and depending on her...

Pyre wrote:
To sum it up nicely:

If I respond to someone I'd rather not talk to, no matter how much people say "Oh I just want to be told that you're not interested," I'm opening up myself to a nasty, snide, or condescending counterattack. And said counterattack almost always comes.

Also. Men who complain of women who never respond to messages must not realize that many, many men do the same. People I've just met have done it, and people I've spoken to for quite some time have done it too. And I often wonder why they up and left, but I realized that it's just easier not to deal with someone you don't want to talk to.
Everyone else should realize this may be so for many people.

maxymumspyder wrote:
The desk job phenomenon is legitimate, for sure. A very good friend of mine that I dated briefly packed on quite a bit of weight once she ended up behind a desk. She was a decent athlete when we were younger, even played softball and basketball in college, though not at a competitive level. She put on a little bit of beer weight, but worked a fair amount of that off.

She was/is a very pretty girl, at her fittest she was 5’5” and about 125-130 pounds. She had porcelain skin, a full yet proportional bubble butt, and curly red hair. Her facial bone structure was elegant with a model like angularity. Beautiful, girl next door type.

Fast forward a few years later and the professional life began to take quite a toll on her formerly lithe waistline. A sedentary lifestyle, combined with a love of wine and all things fried changed things dramatically. For starters, she blew up three pants sizes. which couldn’t have been easy to deal with. The brunt of the weight she gained went straight around her middle, which has given her a very noticeable beer belly/paunch.

It didn’t just stop there either, as obviously the rest of her filled out quite a bit. Her rear end, already quite plump, grew to be big enough where she split her snow pants on the ski slopes one day. Not too mention, her face filled out dramatically to the point where she is even sporting a nascent double chin.

Last time we spoke, she confided in how much weight she had gained. Recent doctor’s visit put her at 162 pounds. The extra 30-35 pounds or so served to really slow her down, as she told me she gets winded walking the three flights of stairs up to her office. Quite a change for someone used to going up and down a basketball court.

moriartygotswag wrote:
I'm a dominant feedee; I'd love to wrap a feeder around my finger and have them cater to my every whim.

I'm just not built for submissiveness! Far too bossy and independent

obsessed wrote:
Thank you both.. i apreciate the help and MUST apologise for my delay!!
xx

metroidnerd wrote:


This.

Social protocol dictates that one is to respect their family and elders, meaning that it's a form of taboo to cross that line and defy the opinions/wishes/whatever of those who are supposed to love you and use their greater wisdom and experience to guide you. But family ties and experience doesn't make anyone better than anyone else. If your mom is saying things like that -- willing to sacrifice your self-confidence for her own profit -- then she's not being your mom. Sure, it's her house and her rules, but that doesn't mean that her rules are right, and that certainly doesn't mean you can't call her out on her bull. Who knows... maybe if you were to explain to her how she was/is damaging your psyche then her love for you would yield some acceptance. (Then again, i take a certain cruel, sadistic pleasure out of tearing people's souls to pieces and watching them (hopefully) reform into something better.)

And as far as this Abby person is concerned, i don't care if she's the understanding matriarch or the demented granddaughter. She doesn't know you, and therefore can only give general advice from her perspective. And since you don't know her, you have no way of knowing whether she's got a good head on her shoulders or if her advice can be trusted ("A lot of people listen to her" or any other bandwagon appeal is irrelevant and unsubstantial). Therefore, using your own discretion, you have the option to, in varying degrees, either take that advice to heart or completely disregard her statement as if it were merely the ravings of a livid, delusional ignoranus.

sinningineden wrote:
I do have one really early memory of making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for a couple of the guys who were working on our house. I must have been about 6 years old at the time, and I remember the sense of accomplishment and feeling really proud that I got praised for it. I think that incident ended up branching into my love of cooking, and as a consequence, peoples' reactions to it. I started cooking at family get-togethers and making baked goods whenever I had the supplies.

I was a really late bloomer as far as being a feeder. It was totally an accident. I had a friend/lover stay with me for about three months and he put on a good 40 pounds in that time. I would wake him up and feed him before I went to work (he would be in bed, and sometimes I would hand-feed him for the heck of it), then do it again when I got home. I found it incredibly enjoyable. Late at night we would stay up, and I would always make him snacks/treats. When he went from thin to chubby, I became even more attracted to him, which came as a surprise to me (I hadn't realized that it was something that would turn me on).

I did it again with another lover, inadvertently helping him pack on 35 pounds, and finally put two and two together. I recognized was most definitely getting something out of it that was a bit more than the normal satisfaction of making a good meal. From there I just ran with it. Now I feed anyone who is willing.

P.S. I love this thread! The stories are really interesting. It's fascinating to get an idea of where it all began.

crazyfnbill wrote:



To each their own. Even at my highest of 415lbs I NEVER lost any "manhood" so I would disagree that you're experience is 100% accurate to all men, because it's not!