Amazing thread :-)

No doubt gourmet food beats all other hands down. My favourite after snack is a plate full of fine cheeses, Italian hams and a nice bottle of wine to wash it down. I'm happy that the added pounds round my waist are testimony to good living.

I remember holidays in France when I was around 15, we'd find countryside restaurants that offered a "menu gastronomique" a 5 - 8 course feast on which we'd generally be stuffed halfway through but my mum would encourage us to keep going until the dessert and cheese platter "after all we've paid for it all". I wonder where my feedee / feederism comes from? hehe

There's a woman at work who's been gaining weight slowly but surely. The story starts about 4 years ago when I joined the company. Hannah and Michaela are sisters, Michaela is maybe a year older than Hannah and both are skinny women, about 5' 4". Long shiny black hair frame very pretty faces, and they enjoy a Mediterranean tanned skin colour thanks to their Italian mum. They are often mistaken for identical twins and any difference is only seen close-up. Both are lovely people, bubbly and fun, always laughing. Most guys in the firm rank them in the top 10, although they're both too skinny for my taste.

At one point I thought I noticed Hannah was filling her skirt suit a bit more than usual, but put it down to my hidden desires and assumed it was that time of the month. I kept an eye on her however and was pleased to see that her suits looked ever tighter, but it was still so slight that I took it for granted she'd lose a couple of pounds when bikini season came round. Meanwhile Michaela retained her skinny form. Imagine my sheer joy when I joined them both in the lift one day last October and could really see that Hannah had gained noticeably: her belly pushed out the dress further than her A cup breasts, stretching her skirt to the limit and her face looked plumper than Michaela's, with soft cheeks and a hint of a double chin.

Since then Hannah has clearly been over-eating as she's now wearing clothes at least a size bigger with a body that cries out for the next size up. Her body is now soft all over, her breasts are a large handful and win the daily fight with her too-small shirts. Her butt and hips have swelled to a tantalising plumpness, and her round belly shows she's still stuffing herself. Her face has filled out to a soft bubble with the cutest dimples ever. I now find every excuse to pop by their desks and enjoy seeing the difference between the still-skinny Michaela and the growing, jiggling Hannah, a marvellous daily display and reminder of her gain. I also go out to lunch with Hannah occassionally and enjoy tempting her to more bread rolls or a dessert.

The best part is that Hannah is still as bubbly and happy as ever, clearly comfortable with herself in her new fatter body. Now I hope the next episode sees Hannah continue to grow, and perhaps the family genes will catch up with Michaela. That would truly make up for the bonus we had to miss out on this year!

my parents always offerred us as much food as we wanted at table, but snacks were limited. my grandma and aunts however used to force food on us the whole time we spent at them.

thinking about how much food we used to eat, im surprised my siblings & I weren't fat as kids

agree with this 100% though lately the stuffing sessions are getting longer

I loove it when my gf grabs my belly and starts telling me how much I've gained, what a pig I am, that I'm too greedy and for some reason I just get off on the word "gluttony" it just sums up all that I love about over-eating, pigging out, gaining weight, getting and being fat...

and another fave is when she tells me to wear some clothes knwoing that I'm too fat for them, then she calls me her porker, and pokes the flab that hangs out of my clothes.

so yeah, totally erotic :-)

Just some thoughts I want to share with you all…

So I’m getting married soon and I’ve been trying to lose weight after my post-Christmas high of 76 kg (168 pounds) on a short 1m72 (5’5”). Note that I had no pressure from my fiancée or anyone to lose weight, in fact she’d probably rather that I’m the fatter one on our wedding day :-) She is not usually skinny herself (although an illness made her lose 20 - 25 pounds) and likes me fatter too. We often have mutual feeding sessions but I just wanted to lose weight for the wedding.

I made little effort to lose over January – February but was careful how I ate. This got me down to 74 kg (163 lbs). Over March and April I ate even more frugally and started jogging 30 minutes a day, most days. This awful regime lasted 3 weeks and got me down to 71 kg (157 lbs). I could now wear clothes I haven’t used in quite a while.

All through May, for no reason, I have been stuffing my face from morning till night, a blind gorging of all the food I can lay my greedy paws on. All day at work I’m guzzling down biscuits, cakes, chocolate bars and haribo sweets, pausing only for big lunches 3 or 4 times a week. In the past 2 days alone I’ve guzzled down a big meaty burger with beer, pizza & wine, steak with a divine gorgonzola cheese sauce. Yesterday evening after dinner at a new restaurant I almost got in a fight with the waitress as they were all out of chocolate desserts… I’m still peed off at that. Lunch today was more pizza with beer followed by apple pie smothered in full-fat cream and then an ice-cream to make up for the lost dessert yesterday.

I just got off the scale which tells me I’m at 77 kg (170 lbs) so it looks like my gut will be joining us for the wedding. Luckily my fiancée is amused at my gain and has even said she’s jealous and wishes the wedding over so she can pig out too.

We’re both really looking forward to the honeymoon gorging, 2 weeks of all inclusive decadence at a Mauritius resort :-)

My GF just spent 2 weeks back at home with her folk. Her mum is the old fashioned type, lots of home cooking and enough food for an army.

Well my baby obviously did little but eat the whole time she was there, when I picked her up from the airport yesterday I almost came in my pants. Trousers unbuttoned, shirt stretched and fat belly showing between trousers and shirt. Her body type is skinny but a big belly, in fact she's asked more often than she likes if she's pregnant!

I've asked her to post pics but she doesn't wanna, so not going to push the point. I guess I'll enjoy ALL of her myself :-)

I've got a stressful office job, except for the occasional BIG lunches/dinners with clients. We always have loads of sweets and junk lying about the office waiting to be eaten. Finally I generally get home after work too tired to do anything but lie on sofa and comfort eat.

Result: waist up from 30" to 36" (which are now getting tight).

See for yourself on www.youtube.com/user/ssaylleb

Hi, Happy NY to all.

Due to work I celebrated NYE all alone this year, so what better than food to keep me company??

Bear with my intro till I get to today...

I live in France, very close to the borders with Germany, Belgium and Luxembourg so I have a great choice of food, whatever I feel like. France has amazingly good food, my favourites are the cheeses, pates and wines. Germans believe in massive portions of meat-based dishes and the best desserts in the world, cakes are served large and creamy. Luxembourg has the highest concentration of highly rated chefs and although expensive the meals are to die for. Belgium of course boasts the most mind-blowingly orgasmic chocolate in the world... one Belgian truffle choc is so rich it feels like an entire box of Cadbury's.

My partner and I enjoy nothing more than wearing tight clothes and heading somewhere to completely pig out, but we prefer Germany as its the best value for money and there are a good number of people who do exactly the same thing.

So today I decided to head to Saarburg in Germany where I treated myself to:
Potato cakes with apple sauce as starter. These are 3 large patties of potato, fried, each as large as a burger (real not McD)
Schnitzel - a slice of pork fried in batter, so large it came over the plate on either side, with a bowl of chips that they kindly replaced when I finished the first one. These were washed down with 2 pints of Bitburger.

I really pigged out with the desserts. At the same restaurant I had a big slice of Tiramisu, then at a cafe across the road I had an apple strudel with a massive dollop of full-fat clotted cream. At this point I had to go the bathroom to open my jeans button and slip the belt a notch. After this I strolled round the village for 5 minutes before I found another cafe and had a big slice of Black Forest Gateau.

By now I was too stuffed to move so I had to sit there a while and ordered a sparkling water to digest, burping quietly to myself. Although I had officially finished the stuffing, a fruit flan looked too good to miss so a slice of that with cream found its way down to my bloated gut.

A pic attached for anyone interested, sorry about the quality.

I am feeling too fat to write anymore so will head to bed and rub my stuffed belly till it sleeps.

I couldn't have hoped for a better start to a new year unless of course my babe was with me.

All the best wishes to everyone for a happy & food-filled 2008.
S

Hey Kon, your wife has really blossomed. Her figure is much more womanly now with her curves.

Have your/her family or friends commented at all on her weight gain?