Thekiddetective

Hi everyone! 

I’ve just joined. I’m looking forward to chatting with like minded people. It feels like I have no one to talk to about my preferences/fetishes. 

 

I am into female weight gain, slobification, beauty downgrades, humiliation and age regression/intelligence loss.

 

I have been into the idea of humiliation ever since a young teenager. I am considered attractive by most people - and never had any problems getting girlfriends at school. I always went out with thin, pretty girls - because I thought that was what you were meant to do. I fantasised about my girlfriends getting fatter and slobbier, but never told them because I was ashamed - and was worried what they would think. 

There was one girl called Mary at my school - thinking back now she wasn’t even that far - but my school was very sports orientated and she used to get a really hard time - especially from the other girls. 

I used to fantasise about Mary getting all sweaty in her gym clothes, taking her big panties off and sitting on my face while others held me down - and the rest of the school laughed. I got off on the idea of me being humiliated at the same time as her.

I have been with my current gf now for 10 years and we are really happy. I met her online - and she is the first fat Hope I have ever been put with, over 500lbs at her heaviest and only a shorty at 5’1”.

 

My friends at the time were all very fashion and body conscious - so they were quite confused with my choice - some very against it. Some friends were almost hostile - and others couldn’t hide their amusement. My mum said “She’s very lucky to have you” even though she’d never said this about any girl I’d been out with before. 

 

The reactions from others has always been a big part of my fetish. I love catching a smirk - especially from ex girlfriends who seem thrilled at the idea of me ‘downgrading’ in their eyes. 

 

My sister is far herself - and she had an issue with it too. She said “How are you going to do anything together - she’s so fat she’s almost disabled’. 

 

Doing stuff out together has has been an issue - as neither of us drive. I’m a fast walker - and slowing to my girlfriends pace was frustrating for me at first - because I have adhd and have to do everything quickly. 

 

When we went on holiday together she would mainly just stay in the hotel room - and I would have fun going out, getting treats, like fudge, and bringing them back. We’d sit in the hotel room while I watched her eat and we watched foreign TV. We had to use our imagination to think of things we could together that wouldn’t be too much effort for her - like boat rides etc. 

In countries where they aren’t used to fat people - locals stop and stare, point and sometimes laugh out loud. To them she is a real talking point. 

It does create issues between us sometimes, because my partner knows that I get off on the humiliation aspect - but she got bullied relentlessly at school - so it really hurts her when people laugh. 

Like when we were taking a flight together for the first time, two teenage boys started laughing and joking when she had to ask the stewardess for an extension belt. She was mortified - and I had mixed emotions, angry at them for making her feel bad, proud that I was with the fattest girl on the plane, aroused by the humiliation of her and of me, by proxy - and a bit guilty for thinking those things.

 

What first drew me to her was not just how fat she is, but how beautiful she is. It (excuse pun) fed into my fantasy of finding someone with model looks and then helping them to gain surprising amounts of weight - and as a result losing all social power and becoming a joke. She’s happy to play the ‘after’ in my fantasy - and slobs it up for me - finding it funny. Things like loud farting, leaving dirty pants around, playing dumb, age regression, drooling thumb sucking, and not washing before sex and before sitting on my face. 

 

We’ve talked about my fetishes many times, but don’t bring it up too regularly, because I want her to feel like a person and not just a fetish. So I let her take the lead with it. Some times we come up with fantasies together. My favourite is the one where she gets sick of me making fun of her and one day when she’s sitting on my face, she simply doesn’t get up when I tap. I survive but become severely brain damaged and she keeps me as a cuckold pet while she fucks other guys. I love the idea of the power shift in this scenario - and sometimes wish it could happen. But then I think - if I’m retarded - then I might not even understand or appreciate my situation. 

So it gets pretty dark. A lot of it stays in my head - but occasionally I get to share my fetish with her.

When she is feeling more resilient she will wear things like figure hugging cow print dresses and we both get a thrill out of the looks and whispers. She gets turned on by how flustered it makes me. 

Two years ago shit got real when she almost died. 

It was terrifying to think I might be without her one day.

Since then - she has lost some weight, and is on medication - now in full recovery mode. 

The fetish is only a fetish. And the thing that means the most to me - beyond all else is that I’m with someone I love who tries to understand me, accepts me for who I am, and makes me laugh constantly. 

There’s always going to be a part of me that is proud of my huge fat breeding cow 🐮 

And There will always be a part of me that pretends she was the hot, popular cheerleader type at school 

But I always put her needs before mine - and I want her to be in my life forever. 

All of this is real. Please comment if this speaks to you in any way - and please ask questions. I will always answer honestly. I don’t want to keep these things hidden anymore.