I am a connoisseur of contrast. I like the idea of staying fit and tiny while he balloons and grows softer, rounder, and slower.

If he were eating fatty treats while I eat up the km, that would be delicious and delightful.

This is a delicious and delightful topic. I love the idea of recording his growing gains while I continue to work out and stay slim. Contrast and data are quite appealing.

Feeding and watching him happily grow would be a dream. Finding new struggles would be part of the fun of feeding him.

I don't have a weight limit. Feeding someone past the point of no return would be part of the fun.

The bigger the better. I would like to see the growth and squishy layers grow. And grow. And grow.

Immobility is relative-and a huge turn on. The struggles are part of the large lifestyle. But helping him be engulfed by an ocean of fat would be amazing.

This is a hot topic and much needed thread discussion. Thank you! Answering from the feeder perspective:



Similar to Jay's answer, the fupa started to grow around 400 pounds. There was already a healthy amount of belly hang and fat rolls, tipping the scales at that point. One more fat roll didn't look out of place.



I'm not sure at what weight exactly it covered. His belly hangs down so far anyway that it was another layer to lift and love.



The fupa isn't in the way of a good time. Fat is squishy.



Insertion works best if he is below, partner on top. There is so much fat padding that sometimes it takes a couple tries if he wants to be on top.

[quote]Can you orgasm by just thrusting into your fupa?

Not that I know of. That sounds like it would be messy. Haha. But interesting to know that it is a real thing for some of you.

No regrets.

Once you go fat, you never go back.

And you want him to be fatter. 😄

Just furniture? *Wink*

I've had to replace a bed frame, toilet seats, reinforce chairs that were cracked, and then there was a bench on a tree branch. That's a good story.

A tree is solid, but no match for all that weight.

I am such a bad influence. The winter season brings out the feeder in me. I keep pushing out all the creamy, decadent dishes and indulgent treats for months.

I love to see that body bulge and swoon under the circumstances of overeating and hibernation. Watching the weight pack on and keeping a happy eye on my personal fattening project.

I am into immobility and all the struggles that come with it. There is nothing better against my lean frame than an ocean of fat.

Fat blokes are so damn good.

The "struggles" are such a turn on. Pampering his gluttonous cravings and watching him grow and expand until the everyday things are big challenges or impossible.

Winter is the perfect time to have all of the over-eating indulgences that carry on for months.

So. Hot.