Chapter 2 - The feeder's dilemma

Let's make something clear, I absolutely love fat women, not only that, I love nothing more than fat women getting fatter. Rachel could never be too fat for me, but once she got to 350 something shifted inside me.

The reality of a 300 plus woman on a daily basis can be overwhelming. The once active and lively girl was now submerged in lard. She was more and more sedentary by the day, she wouldn't walk if it was avoidable, she would spend hours and hours lying in bed or on the sofa, exercise of any kind was absolutely out of the question.

Bare in mind, even though Rachel knew very well of my sexual inclinations, we had never tackled the darkest aspects of it. She knew I liked her fat, and she knew very well how to arouse me, but we had never talked about things like intentionally gaining, feeding or weight goals.
All of her gains, the whooping 200 pounds she had put on, were unintentional. She loved eating, she loved being full and she knew she didn't have to stay thin for me, that was all.

Don't get me wrong, I was in heaven, I couldn't get enough of all the fat, but I was also worried. I knew I was going to spend the rest of my live with this woman, was this situation sustainable? She had put on 200 pounds in a decade, did that mean that she would put on another 200 by 2030? Even though the idea of a 550 pounds girlfriend sounded great on paper, I couldn't imagine all that weight on Rachel's 5'3 frame.
All of this got me to a painful realisation: we had to start maintaining weight and turning this into a healthier lifestyle.

And just like this, the unimaginable happend. By mid to late 2020 I was cooking vegetables very regularly, take outs were relegated to very sparse occasions, we would go for a walk as often as our jobs permitted and overall, I was pushing for a healthier and more active lifestyle.
This shift in my behaviour didn't go unnoticed by Rachel, and I had quite a lote of pushback. She would complain about the amount of vegetables I would cook, she would demand greasy food and take outs, she would point blank refuse to exercise in any other way than walking (which includes a fair share of waddling) and all of this just prompted a very awkward conversation about what the hell was wrong with me.

Dear reader, I've spend half of my adult life with this woman and I know very well of the topics that we can NOT talk about. The fat shaming that Rachel got through her whole formative years with her family had left deep emotional scars and any conversation that could potentially refer to her body in derogatory terms would send her on a downward spiral of self hate and doubt. I could NOT by any means say that I was concerned she was gaining too fast or too much, I had to approach this intelligently. So I proposed.