Some encouragement for you

Chapter 1

You know why you're here. So do I. I know you're thinking about it.

I'll bet your curiosities in your formative years were just like mine, whenever you saw your favorite cartoon character suddenly become enormously fat.

Seems like every cartoon had one, doesn't it? Like that Simpsons episode in which Homer uses 'obesity' as his excuse to work from home, and Bart daydreams about being bedbound at half a ton. The moral of the episode was that 'fat is bad', but, you didn't see it that way at all, did you...?

Then, you'd look at pictures of people who were even fatter than your cartoon favorites. You probably found some of them here, at Fantasy Feeder. Or, if you're older---and didn't have the internet when you were young---you'd gravitate to any physical copy you could find of the Guiness Book of World Records, immediately thumbing to the photos of the world's fattest people.

Whether you saw these pictures online, or in a book, you were fascinated. You'd stare for what felt like hours, and admire the majesty and beauty of a man or woman at 600 lbs or heavier.

How much would one have to eat to become that large? How did it feel? What was it like?

You tried to find out. Don't deny it, I know you did it. When you were young, and your parents weren't paying attention, you'd stuff your pajamas with sheets and pillows. It couldn't just be one soft bulge under your shirt, either. It had to be perfect---it had to look real---and this required the bed sheets to be carefully packed and shaped until they resembled rolls of beautiful fat under your arms, and at your hips.

If you didn't have a vanity mirror in your bedroom, you'd tiptoe into the bathroom, and admire how large and round you looked. Next to you, the fattest kid in your schoolyard looked like a lightweight, and you were proud. Accomplished. Happy. Excited for the future; excited for when you could finally be an adult, out on your own, free to be as fat as this, or even fatter.

Then, when you passed into your teens, you discovered your desire to kiss a guy or gal, but no ordinary guy or gal would do. Not for you. For you, this guy or gal had to be fat. 'Chubby' or 'plump' might do at first, but for your endgame, you desired your partner to be as fat as the cartoons that intrigued you years prior, because anything less would simply not meet your standards of beauty.

All the cartoons and pillow stuffing from your younger years...that was just exploration. Play. Pretend.

In the real world---in your adult life---your fantasy trophy wife or husband weighs over 600 lbs, and you grin while people stare. You know why they're staring. It's not just the sight of your partner, it's the sight of you as well, and the mind-breaking puzzle of how someone so fat can be adored and worshiped by someone as fit and attractive as you.

That's when you knew you were a feeder.