Adipose wrote


This.



And this.

These struck a chord with me. Concerning the second quote, this can most certainly be an inconvenient fetish. As a girl, the idea of telling any normal guy that I might at some point in the future decide I want to gain weight will most likely not go over well. It's true that you can roleplay to an extent, occasional feedings or dirty talk. My last boyfriend went along with that for me, since I always performed about 100 times better in bed when he did. But in the long run, he didn't gain much weight over the course of the relationship (which I could live with) and I felt extremely self-conscious about every pound I put on, because he'd made it quite clear he wasn't attracted to larger girls.

When probing the question once, I asked him if, on our first date, would he have still pursued a relationship if I'd shown up and been 220 pounds instead of 120. He said he would have been cordial and friendly, but that he would not have been attracted to me and most likely would not have pursued the relationship further. It broke my heart to hear that.

Which leads me into the first quote: When I first joined Fantasy Feeder, I had no interest in gaining. For me, weight is tied in some way to sexual powerplay. I fantasized about being the svelte, caring partner, providing for and teasing my large, lazy man. The idea of being big myself scared me, because I felt if I gained weight I'd be considered unattractive and my boyfriend would leave me.

I started to realize I was repressing a part of myself. One day, my boyfriend was playing the game "Fat Princess", and (in the company of our friends, no less) pulled me to his chest, snuggled me, and said in a baby voice "Are you my little fat princess? Yes you are!" Rather than being offended, I found myself incredibly turned on, and had a huge smile on my face for quite a while afterwards that I simply couldn't wipe off.

I couldn't tell him... I was afraid it would gross him out. FInally, near the end of our relationship, I asked him to call me his little fat princess again. He'd been roleplaying being fat for me, but until that point he had no idea that I fantasized about myself being fat. Surprisingly, he went along with it without a second thought, and it was one of the most satisfying experiences I've had thus far.

To me, being fat would put me in the most vulnerable of positions. Since not many guys like chunky girls, I could only feel comfortable gaining with a partner I was sure would not leave me over it. I loved the feeling of being lightly teased and humiliated, and yet still loved. As much as I like big guys, I think I could settle for a moderately chubby guy if he was the right one for me, AND could love me no matter my size. I want fat to be a part of my relationships in some way, either on me or on him, (otherwise I'll be spending a lot of lonely nights with my hand lol) but I feel like I've repressed my desire to be fatter and simply passed it off to be on my partner instead, because I'm afraid to gain myself.

To gain weight would be the ultimate relinquishing of power, it would be making myself 'unattractive' to society's standards, and I would be completely reliant on my man to love me in spite of it. I think I'm a bit of a sexual submissive. That's not to say I don't find fat attractive in it's own right, I do, but I'm also hyperaware of how it is viewed by others.

Moonchild wrote
[edit] To answer Maximum's question, which I hope others answer as well, it actually is something that I think about pretty constantly. I think that most of what I feel is mandated or influenced by my religious beliefs is stuff that others here would just think of as common sense, but I don't think I'm able to remove myself from its context. First of all, I believe very strongly in personal autonomy, and therefore as a feeder I would hope to never be in conflict with my hypothetical feedee's own desires for her own body.

Also, all the stuff you mentioned, Max - the indulgence, satisfying lust, etc... I don't see anything wrong with them inherently. But I do also believe that the ideal way to be would be to be able to do without them. I don't see indulgence itself as wrong, but I do see it as something that you can quickly become addicted to. Ideally, you should be able to be just as happy without it as with it. That's difficult. Frankly, it doesn't even make sense, since it pretty much means the dissolution of preferences altogether. But I also don't beat myself up for falling short of it. I see working toward that goal as far more good than not yet having reached it is bad. So basically, what I do have, I should love with all my heart, but should it be taken away, I shouldn't mourn my loss, but rather just say "okay, my situation has changed, and now I don't have (satisfaction of lust/indulgence/whatever)" without it being pejorative.

Blarg, I've got more, but it's late and I gotta go to bed.

voluptuouslover wrote
I understand how it surprised you because it happened to me a quite while back the same way.

I was an athlete and always had a hard time putting on weight...I would always just build lean muscle even if I was working out and lifting heavy coupled with weight gain shakes etc. I felt as though I would always be slim. After college ended I started working in a corporate job and was not playing sports like I did in college.

I can remember the first time I noticed a gain was when I stepped on a scale at a drug store that my girlfriend and I were shopping at and it read 180 Lbs. no I had never been over 165 Lbs. ever until I read that number that moment...I was kinda in shock and didn't believe it was right.

I didn't pay huge attention but over the course of the next year and a half many things changed in my life as previously said along with my girlfriend and I moving in together. She was great, beautiful and had a fuller soft figure which I loved.


she turned into the little housemaker while we cohabitated and she finished her senior year of college while I was into my second year of my career. She cooked some calorie filled country dinners every night along with baked goods for dessert. I was enjoying the effects our living together and her cooking were having on her figure in a big way....she was getting so fat at a rapid pace and I was falling more and more in love with her through the entire process. At this point I was just enjoying all of her gaining but not discussing it with her for fear she may try to diet. One day she was sad and opened up a conversation about how fat she had become since we moved in together. I told her I thought she looked great, better than ever. I think she believed me but then she said, "maybe we should go on a diet", I didn't know if I heard her right and said "what". I must of had a confused look on my face and she kind of smirked in a playful voice and said, "you don't even realize how fat you have become too". There it was she called me fat all of a sudden I was in some weird denial like I was the Same thin/muscular college kid who could never gain weight and thats how I still felt although I was now a thicker heavier muscular guy with an ever expanding waistline with a "some would call" huge gut not to mention so out of shape I had a hard time bending over....I was Fat. Over the course of a couple years my metabolism, food intake, lack of athletics and our new realtionship lifestyle made me gain 70 + Lbs.

I had never in my FA and weight gain dreams ever felt this aroused as in this mutual gaining experience...but I have to say I felt kind of insecure at times and hated how big I had become at least half of the time other than when I was with my fattened up girlfriend and when we were either role playing, stuffing ourselves, making love or anything together. Whenever I was at work or with friends I was constantly remided of how fat I was and it made me have mixed feelings and way insecure. It was like a drug I almost just wanted to be with her exclusively like when we were together on the weekends all we would do is cuddle and hold each other exploring eachothers expanding bodies when we were not stuffing our faces...we would tease each other about getting fat in a playful way and talking about gaining constantly.

I can say that it was the biggest shoch I have ever gone through and completely understand how someone can totally be unaware of how much they have gained when they actually step on a scale.

DorianGray wrote
Sex seems so important to a lot of people and honestly I'm unsure why. Sure it feels good, but in the end I'd rather be with somebody I love mentally that is devoted to me and I know really deep down loves me no matter what. I understand you can have that and have good sex, but I just don't really see the big deal. Don't get me wrong, sex can be pretty amazing when you are in the bed room for hours together, but honestly I get the same feeling out of runners high so maybe thats why I don't care as much as other people.

But hey, I'm not a chick or gay, so I wouldn't know about the real question haha.. I'm happy with my size. When it comes to sex I try my best to please my partner and really don't care about pleasing myself.

ThatReesesGirl wrote
OK, so the original poster has deleted their account, but I still want to respond.