Okay so my boyfriend said he has a higher body fat percentage than he would like. He said he wants to be at 15% body fat or below. Right now I guess he is at 20%. I’m so confused by this because first off he looks way more muscular and built. Second he’s not fat at all or even more whatever. Third is that he has clearly put on more muscle. It was fucking annoying to hear. He said that his concern over the percentage has to do with longevity and setting himself up for success in his later 30s and 40s and so on. He said the muscle now will make it so his body will have a tendency towards that. I understand that just I am really digging how he looks. I’m worried he will get all scrawny or something. Idk I’m also just dealing with a lot of stress right now in general because a lot of my work got very inconsistent so I’m on edge already. But yeah I mean I told him all of this. But yeah idk I’m so confused. I never think about that stuff cause I have a tendency to straight up forget to eat even if I’m hungry. To the point where I’ll have a meltdown and not realize it’s from forgetting to eat. I’ve been in shape and strong and healthy all my life. Most of it probably underweight not on purpose though. A lot of food just did not agree with me. Apparently I can’t handle things with corn syrup in them or dairy and just a lot of processed stuff messes with me. So I tend to only want to eat useful food. And I won’t eat the food if it doesn’t count as useful. Just I often would rather not eat than eat stuff that will make me sick. I honestly was not aware that he would get crappy food on the days that I’m not with him. I also am not as affected by food in terms of body composition. I either have more layers of muscle or I just have less on me. As in I lose the fat first and I guess would gain the fat last. It’s strange. It sounds like a good thing but it can be bad if I get sick or am unable to get the food I need. That’s why I’m so confused by his whole percentage thing. Idk sry this is so random.

First let me preface this with the fact that I am female and identify as such. I love my body how it is. I work out a lot. I feel better when I do. I am a 32E. I don’t wear bras because they tend to put a lot of pressure on the lymph nodes and just I end up panicking when I have to wear them. My point is that the way I avoid back pain and other issues is by doing specific exercises. If you work all the muscles that support you breasts it will help. Obviously it probably won’t shrink them but it will set up a foundation of support. I know people on here are interested in gaining. But you can still gain and work out just the chest and back. And if you do cardio it may take weight from your chest. It depends on how and where you gain. Also maybe it’s what you are eating that contributes to more weight to go to your chest. Also a lot of the food in America has stuff in it that causes weight gain in strange ways. So maybe look into that? I don’t know. Just I know that for me I can’t eat a lot of over processed stuff because it makes me sick and anxious. I also can’t handle dairy anymore. The dairy thing is rather recent. So it might be something in the food. Maybe you might be able to do some research and then you can still gain weight in a way closer to what you want. I just know that for some people certain foods cause certain gains and certain exercises cause certain changes in their body. Maybe you can ask an Instagram person? I know that my friends sister in law is a naturopathic doctor specializing in woman’s health and hormonal stuff. Maybe ask someone like that? But I guess they would have to also advise you to do healthy stuff in general due to the oath they took as a doctor. I don’t know I hope some of this helps.

It depends on your relationship with feederism. For me mine doesn’t typically extend into real life much. Yes i am excited by tales of weight gain. Yes I am excited by muffintops. Yes the opportunity to stuff someone if that was what they wanted or I don’t know it is so oddly specific for me of a headspace for it that feederism for me simply exists as masturbatory material. It’s split from my relationships and what I want from a partner. My boyfriend knows about it. He is perfectly willing to read stories to me or make some up to get me excited if I want or need that. But I do not want him to gain nor do I want to feed him. Also I would be a bit annoyed if he got fat. Like if he did it on purpose. I am very attracted to him in every way. He’s super fit and has abs and all that. Hes an amazing person and all the things I want. So for me I write about feederism. I write stories. I recount memories, fantasies, dreams, people, random annecdotes, I watch porn, i read it, I get off to it. I am more comfortable with that. I told him that one wrong word, or my mindset changing during him trying to tell me a story about it, would make me shut down. It would leave me embarrassed and feeling guilty for asking him to participate in something he isn’t into. And yeah he said that there is no reason to feel that way. He said he would be happy and turned on cause of my enjoyment. Anyway for me it exists as a separate part of my sexuality. And I am way more comfortable with that. I have been a feeder before and it made me wildly uncomfortable and it felt like someone had violated my privacy. So yeah it’s whatever works for you. I made this choice on my own because of my relationship with this fetish. Human sexuality is interesting like that.

My friends and I went out to eat and one guy at our table said he already shame ate an entire pizza that morning. And then he ended up eating another pizza, two orders of cheese bread, wings, and nachos. And he kept talking about how full he was. He got dessert too. He rubbed his belly while he was forcing it down. It was so hot to see him leaning back in the booth with his belly hanging out. He kept saying he went a bit overboard. I was very uncomfortable.

I dated a guy for a long time that gained and lost weight really easily. I remember him starting out squishy and I loved watching his belly hang over his jeans. It was so soft. I’d make food and everytime he would just keep eating as long as there was food in front of him. Then he’d try to lean forward and would grunt and groan and complain about being stuffed. And finally he’d be like well looks like if I want to move I need to unbutton these. Then he’d lean back and suck in to unbutton his jeans. He’d end up kinda sweaty. It was weirdly hot how out of shape he was for his size. Like he was just soft and really doughy. I remember asking if he was okay and he just said he’s just in horrible shape. He said oh yeah all I do is sit on my ass all day eat sleep and study and that’s why I’m like this. Then he shook his fat. We would normally hang out on Thursdays and every time he came over he looked bigger and would be slightly winded from my stairs. There weren’t that many stairs. He would get out of breath so easily now. His belly hung over his sweatpants. He also sunk into the couch so much. He actually got out of breath giving me a massage. I don’t know to me it was super hot seeing him constantly change weight. It meant that he was always so soft and doughy. I could use him as a pillow. So much to play with all the time. But yeah him constantly having to lean back to make room for his stuffed belly was hot. And eventually you could see the outline of just all of it through his shirt.

I published two new premium stories and it just still says pending on them. Anyone know why? I’m disappointed

Whenever anyone talks about their jeans being tight or eating too much or plays with their stomach in front of me it turns me on and kinda annoys me. It makes me feel like somehow they know. I’m worried it’s obvious that I want to hear more. I’m worried it’s obvious that I want to touch their belly or feed them more.
It happens a lot. One guy friend I had I was not aware that he was doughy. He kept talking about how bloated he was and that he ate too much. He kept this while continuing to eat. He finally unbuttoned his jeans and his belly just flopped out. He rubbed it saying how much better it felt. I felt like it was so obvious that I was turned on. I think he noticed though cause he kept getting up to get more food.
We of course ended up hooking up later that month. He tended to do this a lot. He play with his belly and talk about how tight his jeans were getting. I would end up absentmindedly playing with it when I cuddled with him.

I had a guy friend whose shirt would ride up after he ate. His belly also hung over his jeans a lot. He would often talk about how out of shape he was getting in grad school and how he needed to cut back. When I hugged him I would sink into him. It drove me crazy.

One friend I had used to constantly talk about how tight his pants were getting. When we went to get food he would say things like “well I guess I should clean everyone’s plates I’m already getting fat.” Then he would eat anything the others couldn’t finish. It would drive me insane. His belly would push out over his belt. This cute plump roll of fat. I watched him grow over the following month. I felt like he knew. A few times after particularly huge meals he would unbuckle his belt and sigh. Then he would keep going. He even unbuttoned his pants. I felt like he was making fun of me.

Does anyone else get uncomfortable when weight gain comes up in random conversation? Like when it starts to feel like hey here is stuff you write about and get off too right here randomly and now you have to pretend it doesn’t affect you? That keeps happening to me. Everytime I want to ask more questions but I get super uncomfortable and kinda agitated. It makes me feel like they know or I’m being made fun of. Like my neighbor I feel like has now randomly started playing with his belly in front of me just to mess with me. He actually does know. But honestly it just randomly comes up with people.