DamnShesFat!

I’m taking my lady to Boiling Crab, she loves sea food. Try that if it’s in your area.

How’s the fat wife life been treating you lately? Hopefully good because Valentine’s Day is around the corner and we all know that you must have a special treat up your sleeve for LadyO.

You can’t appreciate the thickness of her thighs until you see movement from them. “Thick thighs, save lives”. Continue to have her gain weight so that those thighs become thunderous thighs.

For you beautiful, overall, your belly looks bigger while you’re standing. It looks more pronounced, but while you’re sitting, if you happen to have your legs closed all the way, your belly would be squished together and stick out further because of your thunder thighs and massive tits. Your belly would be caught between a hard place and a rock and its only options is to stick out, which is never a bad thing. Either way you look great in both of these stances. Hope you have a wonderful day and a great Thanksgiving.

That is a legit belly hang, the weight is distributing nicely around her mid section. Keep her well feed, (overly fed), constantly smack that fatass, and give her nothing but love with belly rubs after a full meal. Let’s see how much you can stuff her to make that belly hang more prominent and fatter of course.

You should follow that up with a thick milkshake. The fact that your wife is now fat and continuously getting fatter by the day with her constant snacking and calorie induced meals is a fantasy turned into reality before your eyes. Congrats for your encouragement of her constant indulgence and the fact that you find her sexier with every pound she gains only makes her enjoy her body more for not only herself but for your pleasure as well. Keep it up and we want to see her gain more weight and hit that goal of 300lbs and then some.

This high angle of Lady O, really shows how big she is getting, and high angle shots are suppose to be slimming.

The fact that you said that the two of you have an unspoken agreement is great to hear. Also the fact that she loves taking care of you because of course you take care of her needs. Continue your journey of fattening up your wife and allowing her to be the best fat wife she can be for you. Have a great week.

Thank you, I try to be because I do love her and I know that regardless of the fact that we all praise everyone’s physical appearance here it still doesn’t mean that certain phrases or word can’t hurt someone’s feeling from time to time. I don’t use the word FAT around my wife because to her that word is a negative word in her mind. She knows it, I know it, and she knows that I know that she knows it. So we don’t use that word, instead I replace that word with others. I’ll use words like thick, squishy, and her favorite is when I describe her fat rolls when I want to be physical with her is Wobbles. Bottom line is that she knows she’s fat, I know she’s fat, we both know she’s fat, I just don’t parade her around and show off that I have a fat wife. The way I treat her now is the same way I would treat her if she was only 130 lbs, the only difference is that she’s not. So with all the weight that she has on her I know there are gonna be struggles on a day to day basis, And I’ve learned from our earlier dating years what to anticipate and how to deal with it. I’m still learning and I’m still figuring things out as to what she’s physically able to do and what she can’t do. All in all, I love my fat wife, and I tell her all the time that I love her, whether she’s fat or not and she knows that I love her for her and not just her physical appearance. One thing is for sure is that over the last year and a half she has noticed that I’ve gotten more confident in our physical intimacy with one another. Before I wouldNt dare touch her belly or she wouldn’t get on top of me, things like that. Now, I grab every roll she has and not only grab it but shake or jiggle her belly, her thighs and she even lets me pinch her double chin. I tell her how much I love her wobbly thighs and I’ll caress and knead her belly and give her kisses all over her big belly. It’s gotten to the point that she knows that after she eats, she’ll ask for a belly rub because she knows that’ll excite me and we’ll get it on. Furthermore she’ll eat to a point that she knows that she’ll be as tight as a drum and even show me her belly out of her jeans all full and tight and big that I can’t keep my hands off her belly and give it a few shakes. She’ll tell me from work what she’s eaten and how full she is and she know I’ll just be asking questions like “How much did you eat?” “Is your tummy nice and round?” “Can you eat more to make your belly rounder for me”. She knows what to do now and she’ll even shake her own belly while I’m on top cause she knows that I like to jiggle and shake her belly. Now when she’s on top of me, I love how she has to physically use both hands to lift her whole belly and plop it right down on top of my stomach and part of my chest. She’s great and I love my fat wife.

My wife says it’s her vertigo but I know it’s not just that but the fact like what you said, weight limit and not being able to strap in or use the safety belt because her Belly is to big. I haven’t been on a flight with her yet but I know when the day comes I’ll bring a seat belt extender of my own so that she doesn’t have to ask for one.

Hiking, bike riding, or long ass walks, out of the question. She won’t go to theme parks because she has vertigo, unless it’s Disneyland, because they’re a bit fat friendly. No booths at restaurants only tables with chairs, even though I like to see a struggle once in a great while but again her comfortability is much more important.

Thank you

I’ll do anything for my fat wife, because I know it’s a pain in the ass to just do certain simple task and I want her to be and feel as comfortable as possible. Helping her with her back fat when the bra starts to get low, helping her with her jeans because they’re a little to tight. She doesn’t want to buy bigger jeans because then they’ll be to loose for her sake but the ones that she has now are getting to the point where I always have to help her get into her jeans. She could be laying down and I’ll help her with the zipper or she could be standing up sucking in her belly as much as she can so I can pull her jeans together and button them up for her. There was a point not to long ago where we got them on but we couldn’t zip them up all the way, let alone button them. So I did the hair tie trick where you put the hair tie through the button hole and then put the hair tie through the other part of the hope of the hair tie and latch it onto the button. I love that trick for my wife, it’s saved her plenty of times after a good meal.

Bending over to try and pick something up off the floor is a challenge for my wife, as it is for anyone who has a big belly. Of course I’ll be the one picking it up for her but I don’t mind, I Just don’t want to see my beautiful fat wife Struggle just to pick something up off the floor when I’m perfectly capable of doing for her. It comes natural to me when we’re holding hands walking together and she happens to drop something out of her hand by accident, she doesn’t even bother to bend down to pick it up because I’ll get it for her. What else comes naturally for me is helping her up from lying down on the bed to sitting in a chair or the couch. Again if I don’t help I see her struggling to maneuver herself into position to try and hoist herself up off the couch, or seeing her sitting on our bed and taking a long time just to position herself in a more comfortable spot. Anytime I’m There with her and she needs help, she just extends her hand towards me which in her case is saying “help me up, please”

For my wife, she tells me it’s walking long distances, and tying her own shoes. The walking is only an issue if we’re walking at a faster pace than she’s use to. Example, walking with other couples and being at the end of the herd because everyone is literally power walking to whatever destination we’re going to. I’m holding my wife’s hand and I don’t realize that because I’m trying to catch up and keep up with our friends pace that my wife is huffing and puffing and not telling me to slow down for her sake. When I finally realize that I’m walking too fast for her, I’ll slow down and tell her that I’m sorry. Usually her response is “It’s ok, it’s because I have short legs” I laugh to myself in my head and I know it’s because of her short stature and her fat plump body that causing her to huff and puff. Her shoe tying is always my duty to accomplish. I don’t mind tying her shoes for her and that’s because I understand her situation. She’s loves me for taking care of her shoe tying because I’m her words “I’m to fat to bend down and tie my own shoes and my fat thighs and big belly get in the way of bringing up my leg up to tie them” so because of those reasons I help out. There are more things that are challenging for my wife but those 2 stick out the most. I love my fat wife.

All in the right spots!

Great to have you back and that you’re still well fed. We’ve all missed you and that glorious fat belly of yours.

Looking nice and fat man, keep up the good work.

I’m sorry sir, that was more than 7 years ago, those dates and that love interest have been over with for quite a while now. I only remember a lot from her because we dated for like a year before we broke up.

I meet her through a dating site called POF cause a friend of mine recommended to me. There was no knowledge of feedism or any type of weight gain chat when I first interacted with her. The only thing I did was when I set up my profile it asked certain questions about what type of person you’d be interested in meeting. So I went through the whole questionnaire and it asked such common things like Age wise, special interest, if I’m looking for a commitment or just dating, and it asked personal question about my life such as if I had been married before, do I have kids, what my job is, etc. one thing that popped up was when it asked what type of person I’m looking for an option was What body type was I interested in, and I was like Ok. It gave skinny, thick, slightly chubby, or BBW. I had been on other BBW dating sites before where they specifically cater to the men who want to meet a BBW and what not. This wasn’t one of those sites but it gave that option, and you could pick more than 1 options, and I choose the latter and selected all of them. I don’t discriminate and I believe all women are beautiful no matter what size they are. But because of the questionnaire the algorithm of the site were showing me women that were catered to my specific interest and I would come across single women who described themselves as either skinny, thick, slightly chubby or BBW. The funny thing about Ana was that she described herself as thick when we both knew that wasn’t the case, but I don’t blame her for describing herself as thick. A lot of women wouldn’t consider themselves as slightly chubby, BBW or SSBBW back many years ago. A lot more women now a days in my opinion feel more comfortable and confident calling themselves chubby, BBW, thick, and even SSBBW because more women out there know that there are men like us who love all those types of body sizes.

After the movie was over we ended up going to a place called The Tilted Kilt (her idea). If you never been or heard of the tilted kilt think of it as a form of hooters but the waitress’ wear short kilts and tight blouses that don’t hide anything from the imagination. As we walk into the restaurant and are greeted by the hostess, she has us follow her to our table, and as we’re walking towards our seats I notice where she’s taking us. As I notice where she’s about to seat us I jump the gun and before she could say anything I asked her in a quiet voice if we could have a table instead of a booth. As I finished my sentence and without hesitation she took a quick side glance at Ana and then me and said “of course” with a big ol smile on her face. As if she understood the situation and didn’t want my date to get embarrassed by having to squeeze herself through the seat and the table. If you’re an FA, you’ve gone through this plenty of times in your early days of dating and now plan ahead or take action before you’re seated to show that you’re thinking of your date and her comfortability, but not only for comfort while she’s eat but to allow her enough room to back up her chair from the table and get up with ease and or to allow herself room for her belly to expand without it getting pressed up against the table. We finally sat at a table and ordered our drinks and before the waitress could ask us if we wanted any appetizers, Ana jumps right in and orders a sampler platter for the both of us. I remember looking at her as our waitress left and she just smiled and told me “I want to try all the different types of food to get an idea of what I really want to eat”. All I told her was “that’s smart of you, but what if I don’t like any of it” and she replied with “Well then, more for me”, we both laughed at her answer and as our laughter died down she thanked me for getting us a table instead of the booth. Me not thinking that it wasn’t a big deal at the time ended up helping Ana out at the end of the meal. Our conversations during dinner were pretty standard or normal, just asking about How each other’s Day went, talking about each other’s line of work and so on. By the time I was done with my food she had already cleared the appetizer plate which consisted of wings, mozzarella sticks, sliders, artichoke dip and chips, and fried pickles, she cleared her heavy filled fettuccini Alfredo pasta which looked like it could feed a family of 4 and she was working on her 1st dessert. I say 1st dessert because she was hung up on a double fudge cake and a strawberry cheesecake, so I told her that I would order the cheesecake and whatever I didn’t finish she could have. I only took one bite and I couldn’t eat anything else cause I was already full, but Ana on the other hand looked at me and then the cheesecake and looked at me again as if she was telling me through my mind if I was gonna eat that. Before she could say anything, I smiled at her and pushed the plate of the strawberry cheesecake towards and she excitedly accepted it and devoured it. I remember her moaning with pleasure as she took her last bite, lean back on her chair placed both hands on her distended belly and gave it 2 quick pats and then said “I can’t believe I ate all of that”. All I could see was her belly going up and down While she’s leaning back from her labored breathing. She sat back up but very slowly and with a bit of a low grunt and I said to her “did you enjoy your food” to which she responded with her placing each hand on each side of her bloated belly and with a good couple shakes says “you think”. We both laughed and giggled at her full body bloat she was experiencing, “I think I gained like 10 lbs from this date” she said with a look of surprise. I told her “it’s because I spoiled you tonight” and she looked at me and with a slight grin to her face she said “When we go out again, are you gonna continue to spoil me like this?” I looked at her dead eye and said “I would love to continue spoiling you like this.” I remember this clearly but she told me “if you continue to spoil like this, I’m gonna get really fat”, I then Said “I don’t mind that at all”. She looked at me and said “you don’t care that I’m really chubby right now or that I’ll get fat if I continue to eat like this all the time” I looked at her and said “so far your extra weight is complimenting your figure, if you continue to gain weight it’s just gonna make you more beautiful. With that her smiled went from ear to ear and said “I’m so happy to hear that from you”

Watching Ana eat next to me while trying to watch the movie that was in front of me was a challenge in itself. It’s like I was watching 2 movies. Whenever she said she was gonna get up to get something I offered to do it, whether it was refilling the popcorn or her soda and at one point she asked for an Icee. Whatever the case I was happy to oblige. At one point during the movie when Ana seemed to have had her fill and stopped eating for a moment, I took the opportunity to hold her hand, to which there was no hesitation from her and embraced my gesture and even gave my hand a little squeeze, as almost saying to me “finally”. As I looked at her after our hand held experience I couldn’t help but notice that her other hand was on her bloated belly slightly rubbing it. We all know as FA’s that when a hungry women who has just eaten is rubbing her belly, she’s preparing or making more room for more food to come. Noticing her other hand rubbing her bloated belly I then took a shot and whispered into her ear and said “Are you making room in there for what’s to come after our movie” and with that a big smile came across her face and she turned towards me and said in a very confident tone “Yes” and then giggled a bit. Then I said “Good, and I expect you to eat everything you order” jokingly, to which she responded “oh, that won’t be a problem” and then smiled and laughed with her and we then proceeded to enjoy the rest of the movie.

As soon as we waled into the lobby of the movie theater I asked if she wanted to grab any popcorn or snacks for the movie, since she said that she was starving. At first she politely declined stating that she didn’t want to ruin her appetite before our dinner. I being the wiser told her that we have an hour before the movie starts and that it’s a 2 hour movie and it may take another half hour before we actually start eating dinner even with the reservation I made for us in advance. Her eyes lit up with and she nodded her head with approval on getting a snack and a drink to kill the time before the movie started. Since both lines for food and alcoholic beverages were long we thought it’d be best to split up and get the stuff that we wanted. I ended up going to the alcoholic beverage line while she stood in the for food. She didn’t know what she wanted to get and I suggested to her getting whatever she wanted to snack on, in doing so I provided the cash for her, enough to accommodate snacks and then some. As we were about to get into our appropriate lines, she grabbed my hand and asked what I wanted, I wasn’t that hungry to begin with so I just said “I’ll share with whatever you get, if that’s ok” she agreed and we both proceeded to get in our lines. I took a little longer getting our drinks due to the fact that there was only one bar tender at the time. As soon I started to walk towards the sitting area I was astound by the amount of food that Ana had bought. Large pretzel w/ 2 cheese cups, nachos with cheese & jalapeños, a mini pizza, a hotdog, some chicken tenders w/ fries, a snickers bar and Kit Kat bar, some hot tamales, junior mints, 2 large sodas, and of course a large popcorn with extra butter and jalapeño and cheese to dip the popcorn into. If I didn’t have the right mind set I would of been walking over to her with my jaw wide open to the floor. Before I could sit down she then told me “I didn’t know what you wanted and since you said you would share with me whatever I got, I figured a get different things for to eat before the movie” without missing a beat I told “that’s smart, thank you” and on top of that she gave me back some of the money I had given her and she told me that it’s only right that she pays for most of the snacks since she was the one who was indecisive on what she wanted. For the next half hour I saw Ana go through a mini pizza, a hotdog, most of the nachos, most of the pretzel most of the fries and chicken tenders and about half of the popcorn. I thought going through all that food was hot, and at first you could tell that she was in A zone eating that food, but then realized where we were and calmed down and even got a little embarrassed by her actions to which I reassured her that I like a girl with an appetite. She then told me “Good, because I’m still hungry” and then laughed. I just told her no problem and we continued to finish our snacks together. By this time we had finished our drinks, she refilled her popcorn and we proceeded to go into our theater to watch the movie.

Met a women on a dating app and I set my preferences on a level to accommodate on who I was looking for or interested in physically and emotionally. I connected with this one women who was about 10 years younger than I was. Mind you I was recently divorced and wanted to test the waters of the dating game, so I tried the online dating services and found Ana, (let’s call her that). We hit it off and got to know one another a little bit better before we decided to meet up for the first time. Mind you, in her profile, she did indicate that she was chubby and you could tell from her pictures that she had some meat on her bones, but pictures are very deceiving, especially if one knows how to use the correct angles. So after a few weeks of talking via dating app, text and phone call, we decided to meet up for a movie and dinner. waiting nervously for her to arrive I wasn’t sure what to expect from this date. I knew that Ana had a beautiful smile, very beautiful with long colored Red hair, not ginger red, color Red hair. Either way, she had texted me that she had just parked and I mentioned where I was at. Just as I look up I see the top of her head, kinda hard not to notice some one with full on red hair, but couldn’t see the rest of her until she turned the corner of the car that was blocking her. She wasn’t chubby, she was full on BBW with the best looking hourglass shape in my life, I would say she was more of an hour and a half glass shape. As she’s approaching me from the parking lot I just stared in amazement, her high hips swaying left to right with every step she took, no thigh gap what so ever and from the looks of it non stop jiggle from the belly down. Her waist was obviously small compared to her hips but that didn’t stop her from having a nice bulging belly, but her bulging belly was overshadowed by her huge breast. She was wearing a low cut blouse with a very small cardigan that Would no where near cover her huge tits. Tight black leggings that gave the perfect VBO and her Fat arms were straining the crap out of her already small cardigan. A couple of feet away from me she says Hi with a big smile and just embraced me with all her strength and gave me the biggest hug I’ve ever received. I needed to reciprocate her hug by hugging her back but no such luck. My arms were to small and I was only able to get 3/4’s of the way around her. Part of it had to do with the size of her breast and the other part had to do with just how wide she was. As we pulled away her smile was still there at full force and she told me that she was excited for our dinner/movie date but that she needed to eat something quick or she was gonna starve, her words, not mine.

I love women of all shapes and sizes, and having experiences with different women of all shapes and sizes, the one thing I’ve learned is to be with someone that has great personality traits, a good sense of humor and likes you for who you are. Being an FA and someone who loves to see a women fatten up over time is great but to me those things that turn me on about a women comes secondary. I’m 40, and for as long as I can remember, I’ve always liked a fat women, a fat women putting on weight and getting fatter, a skinny women who puts on a little weight or a skinny women who puts on a lot of weight, a women who was fat then got skinny and then got fat again, a women who complains about getting fat but does nothing about it, a women Who was skinny and then learned about your Fat preferences So she decided to let go and eat to her hearts Desire And becomes fat, etc. all that is great but to be honest, none of it matters if that person’s personality is crap, or doesn’t have a good sense of humor or not only doesn’t understand you but doesn’t show interest in any of your passions or desires. I know this from as long as I started being attracted to women. I have had hook ups, quick flings, short relationships, long relationships and even marriage with divorce. I’ll write some of my experiences because it’s good to let them out and know that there are people out there who have probably been in the same situation as me or similar, and it’s good to know that I’m not the only one with these experiences that I want to share.