My old shirt became tight, and it is becoming much harder to climb the stairs, can’t wait until I become huge

I did not get my “fat moment” in public, but soon I will get one, just give me time. I am eating my way to greatness 🤩

Yes, there is a reason I started loving fat and it goes way back. I grew up in a home where fat wasn’t demonized but lived in. My parents were both big, soft, and full of life. Mealtimes were sacred, loud, joyful. My grandma? She was the classic feeder, though we didn’t have that word for it then. She’d pile my plate high and say, “Eat, eat, you’re too skinny!” And I was.

I was the thin kid in a fat-loving household, always looking up at my parents’ round bellies, how they filled space, how they moved with ease and fullness. It fascinated me. I admired fat before I ever understood desire. It wasn’t sexual back then it was symbolic. Fat meant comfort, security, indulgence. I saw it as proof that someone got to have what they wanted. And slowly, I started wanting it too.

As I got older, I stopped resisting. I started letting myself go and enjoying food without guilt, eating past fullness, giving in to the pull that had always been there. With each pound, I felt more at home in my body, more aligned with who I really was.

Now Everything changed again. Recently, I met a female feeder, someone who truly gets this side of me, who sees not just the body I have, but the one I’m becoming. Her encouragement, her hunger for my growth, has pushed me deeper into this world than ever before. I’m not just dabbling anymore. I’m in it. Fully. I’m on a furious, delicious journey to become really big. And it feels like everything I’ve always wanted is finally taking shape in softness, in size, in surrender.

So yes, I’ve loved fat since before I knew what it meant. But now I’m living it and growing fast hehe

Pizza! And a lot of it, just give me more and more until I can’t move anymore from being stuffed with pizza

That’s really good question. For me, I still fear of revealing it to the family. I keep it private with my feeder, who is the only one in the world that knows this thing about me. Maybe later, with her making me big it would be easier to tell the family that I am gaining weight intentionally. I don’t know.

Fat arms are the best

Any sedentary job will do

I haven’t reached that stage yet. I can say that I notice I’m gaining weight, my pants are getting tight, and I keep bumping into things because I don’t fully realize how big I’ve gotten. But I wouldn’t say I’m truly fat yet, just heavier compared to how I used to be.

That said, my feeder is currently fattening me up with shakes and feeding me large amounts of food, so it’s only a matter of time before I can say,Wow, I’ve really gained a lot. So stay tuned, as they say.

Wow, that’s such a powerful and vivid feeling to have. The idea of being fed until you’re completely full and helpless, your body growing bigger and bigger, that intense mix of surrender and care is incredibly alluring. There’s something almost addictive about giving yourself over like that, trusting someone to take control and watching yourself transform in a way that feels both vulnerable and deeply satisfying.

I love the thought of being that person, letting myself go, feeling my belly grow and knowing there’s nothing I can do but enjoy every bite, every moment of being taken care of and adored. It’s like pure bliss wrapped up in helplessness and pleasure.

fatvenusbelly

She is so young and so massive with so much potential