Anonymous
Mon 12 Sep 2022 05:42:02
bfad43
CA
No.20353
Here is my advice. make of it what you will. I'll give you the good stuff first, for anyone that just wants to get off and see why it might not be so hard to attain, and then the bad stuff, the reasons why it may or not be worth it. If you want to live in perfect bliss for a while and try it out yourself I suggest you skip the second part.
THE GOOD PARTS
A girl I used to date put on about 100 lbs between the start and end of our relationship. When we started dating she was just kinda thick, right on the cusp of fat. We got along super well. We dated on and off for about a month. Gradually, I realized she was a huge foodie that never turned down an opportunity to eat something good. Always snacking and going out for lunch. Not super healthy diet, mostly restaurent food and anything stocked in the kitchen. I think when we started dating it duplicated the amount of times she ate out per week, from maybe 3-4 lunches out per week to 3-4 lunches + 2-3 dinners. It turned me right on to her and as we continued to see each other her waistline began expanding. It first it was really subtle and only really showed up as her pants getting tighter and ass getting a bit rounder. At this point she was kinda happy about how much I liked the way her butt grew, so it was kind of a positive affirmation.
We both got more comfortable throughout the relationship, in our own seperate ways: she got super comfortable with gaining weight and eating every craving, partly due to the self-affirming way that it got me increasingly aroused by her over time; I got super comfortable with eating out way more often if it meant she was happy and well fed. In a way, we were both riffing off each others comforts, turning each of us.
A year into our relationship she was way fatter, maybe 40-50 lbs heavier. Totally in overweight territory now. She outgrew lots of different clothes, her belly got very round and hung lower, and her tits were larger. She made a few comments about losing weight but never followed through. Over the second (and final) year of the relationship, she reaaally packed them on. It was almost startling. She just seemed to be able to eat even more and more every time we went out. It was super arousing and we had better sex then ever. She was basically a balloon that waddled everywhere at that point, reminded of the round ass teachers I used to have in school. Not a SSBBW yet, but a couple years out if things continued the way they were. In a way, I was living out my fantasy in a very slow, gradual way.
THE BAD PARTS
There were downsides to this lifestyle that were a large part of why I ended it. I'll list them
(1) Embarrassment. As a fairly social guy with average weight friends and family, it became increasingly embarrassing to show up to parties and events with her. If I was a naturally confident guy I might've got past this, but I won't deny that I'm a pretty introverted and self-aware person by default. It also boils down to what we as a society stereotype and stigmatize fat people as: lazy and lacking in self-control. And honestly it was true, she was walking proof of the stereotype. So yeah, this reason on its own is a little shallow, but the reasons below pushed me towards the decision even more.
(2) Guilt. I do not think for a second it is entirely my fault that she got so fat, but I definitely was an enabler in it. On one hand, it may have been inevitable that she get fat based on her tendencies. But it was me who accelerated the things, without her saying anything in opposition. Now as someone who believes health should always be paramount, I couldn't help but feeling mounting guilt that I was causing her harm. Even if she continued to gain weight, I would be happier knowing it wasn't my fault.
(3) Laziness & lack of self-control. It is conditional that if you are a fatass women you are in all likelihood lazy and have a lack of self control. Without that magical recipe its impossible to reach the overweight category. It takes a certain level of inactive living and caving in to cravings. Maybe this turns some of you guys on, but it was actually really annoying. I felt like I was doing all the house work and all our responsibilities. She was generally just unambitious and content with eating and sleeping. This is kinda hot in a way, but for a relationship it just doesnt work. Its a pain in the ass.
These three reasons combined with a few more personal reasons are what ended it. No idea how she's doing now but I hope shes losing weight if I'm being honest, and I know I can't be the one to help her do that.
TLDR; indulging in a feeding lifestyle can be incredibly satisfying and hot, but if you have a heart and a brain it won't last