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Hello I'm a lady from Sweden that want help with weight gain. A little backstory: Some 3 years ago my boyfriend confessed to me that he like larger women. So I (at that time) was around normal built or maybe on the chubby side of the spectrum. It came as a little shock back then, but I agreed and promised him to raise my weight for him. So the conclusion ofcourse was to ate more. At the beginning it was not that hard, I gained more weight over the months. So I hit around 80kg / 176lbs and I seemed not to be able to gain more, nothing happened eventhough I ate what I thought (more). I should add I am 168cm / 5'6" and the initial goal here is 103kg / 225lbs. I am struggling with eating as of today, I'm a slow eater compared to my boyfriend and I feel nausea as soon I eat more than a regular portion and I have super difficulties even stuffing myself. So sometimes I end up on the toilet and puking because I've eaten too much. How do I overcome all of this and what should I eat to gain weight? You who have dedicated your life to gain weight how does your daily life looks like? How many calories is needed to gain weight on a continuous pace for my weight and length? I really want every help that I can get here so I am looking at you weight gain women here on this forum for tips and tricks and hopefully a helping hand regarding meals, daily life etc.

Over the last 4 years I have eaten so much food and gotten so fat as a result. I enjoy it now but I just keep on gettin bigger and bigger +20 lbs in the last 6 mnths. I do not usually gain weight and did not think I had gotten this massive until I stepped on the scale.

I'm so bloated with carbs and cheese 🙊 My tummy is getting so big it's UNREAL

BBW, Weight Switching, Weight Gain, Weight Loss, Stuffing. Mel, a prideful athlete and dominant lover, makes a compromise to switch weights with Liz, her fat girlfriend. However, as Mel begins to gain weight, and Liz begins to lose it, they discover that size isn’t the only thing changing in their relationship. Pound for Pound By polarisdreamer Part 1 “You promised you’d stop eating that junk and start going to the gym with me!” Mel complained, as she stared, in disbelief, at her soft girlfriend, and judgmentally added, “Are you serious, Elisabeth?!” It was never a good sign when Mel called Liz by her full name. “I never specified when I would start going to the gym with you. I fully intend to keep my promise… but… not today. You just need to be more patient, Melanie.” Liz replied with her typical snarky attitude, as she spread her cushion of a rear end upon their apartment’s fluffy loveseat and tenderly cradled her bag of fast food from McDonalds. Crossing her toned arms and letting out a big sigh, Mel grunted, “It’s always semantics with you!” “What’s the point of boxing anyway?” Liz complained thinking lowly of her lover’s favorite sport, “All you do is sweat, gag, and get punched in the face.” “Here we go again.” Mel shrugged wishing that for once her overweight girlfriend would get off her lazy butt and join her in an active activity that she loved, “The next time I want you to do something, I should draft a freaking contract and make you sign it.” Taking her short lover’s words as a threat, Liz fired back, “Make me? I’d like to see you try small fry.” ‘Is that a challenge?’ Mel thought to herself in excitement. The athlete in her loved a challenge. Stepping forward and forcefully poking her girlfriend’s big squishy belly, Mel scoffed, “Oh please, this isn’t a pie-eating contest. Stay in your lane ya deep-fried couch potato!” The look on Liz’s face was one of stunned irritation. Past her rebellious exterior, she was quite sensitive about her excessive weight and her girlfriend just loved to tease her about it. Luckily in the five years since they had started dating, they’d developed a sophisticated method for settling their petty disputes. “That’s it!” Liz roared, while she threw her dinner to the side and tackled the sexy beast antagonizing her. The two lovers then engaged in a spontaneous wrestling match on the floor of their apartment’s living room. … When Mel had first met Liz, they’d been freshman in college. Back then, Liz was packing a lean 125lbs onto her 5’7 hourglass frame. Her short dark black hair, long legs, geeky fashion sense and alluring facial features ensured that she’d caught Mel’s eye. At the time, Mel was sporting closer to 140lbs on her 5’4 pear-shaped frame thanks to gaining the freshman 15. The dirty blonde blamed her weight gain on too many midnight cafeteria runs mixed with a newfound lack of exercise structure from not playing a sport like she had in high school. When they’d started dating, during their sophomore year, Mel had been the ‘fat’ one in the relationship, but then Liz’s mom passed away… The untimely event proved quite traumatic for Liz. Her grieving process lasted for nearly the next two and a half years. During which time, Liz overindulged with food to fill the painful void in her heart, while Mel had joined a local boxing gym for stress relief and for the athletic structure she craved. By the time they had graduated college, Liz was pushing the borders of obesity at 191 pounds and Mel had slimmed down to a fit and firm 124 pounds. Now, two years after they’d graduated and entered the workforce in their respective fields, Liz’s weight had inflated to 220lbs and Mel’s had shrunken to a lean and muscular 116lbs. … “Ow-ow!! *Pant!* I give! I give!” Liz huffed and puffed and begged for mercy, as Mel predicably emerged victorious from their brief wrestling contest. “Hmhmm,” Mel giggled, while keeping Liz pinned. Despite how annoying Liz’s perpetual stubbornness could get sometimes, she loved that spark of defiance. It made forcing her submission all the more satisfying. Though Mel was growing more aroused from her forceful victory, and was interested in moving things into the bedroom, she was intent on not surrendering her position straddled atop her mushy girlfriend until her lover agreed to take her health more seriously. So, Mel asked, “So, you’ll start going to the gym with me?” “Eventually.” Liz mumbled trying to catch her breath with a rebellious look in her eye. Knowing Liz, Mel knew that ‘eventually’ meant ‘never’ and that she’d always find some sort of loophole to get out of diet and exercise unless… “Liz, what’s it going to take to get you to commit to a diet and exercise regimen? Can we come to some sort of arrangement? I really want you to lose some weight, ya know?” “Oh, I know.” Liz purred grinning slightly, as she began to scheme, “I thought of something.” “Do tell.” Mel said, smiling with a slight insidious grin. It seemed like Liz was actually taking this seriously. Mel loved Liz unconditionally, faults included, but having the opportunity to take the sexy beast Liz had been freshman year to bed was still a fantasy that kept Mel up at night. Mel could hardly remember having sex with Liz when she’d still been so sexily skinny. With a small smile, Liz teased her fitter girlfriend, “You’re not going to like it.” Liz’s slight smile didn’t appear to Mel to be a pleasant one. It was more of an evil grin. The same kind of grin Mel had just displayed when imagining Liz getting back to her old college glory days freshman year. “Just tell me.” Mel demanded. She was out of patience. “Well,” Liz nearly giggled, “For every pound of weight I lose, you have to gain it.” “Excuse me?” Mel coughed. She couldn’t have heard properly. Liz had to be joking with her. “For every pound of weight I lose, you have to gain it.” Liz repeated with more gusto, “You’ll be in charge of my diet and exercise, and I’ll be in charge of yours until we both exchange places in the weight department, then I’ll help you lose it all.” “W-why?” Mel stuttered in disbelief. Blurting out the first thing that popped into her head, Liz uttered, “I just want you to see how good it feels to be plump.” “Bullsh*t.” Mel shook her head, sensing her girlfriend was fibbing. “What’s the big deal about putting on some extra weight?” Liz countered deciding to appeal to her girlfriend’s competitive nature, “You scared you won’t be able to lose it once you gain it?” “You’re at least 100 pounds heavier than me fatso! That’s a lot of weight!” Mel exclaimed, as she shook her lover’s doughy belly and watched it jiggle with a growing apprehension. On the one hand, the thought of having an obese body like her girlfriend horrified her, but on the other, getting Liz back to her sexy former glory was almost too tempting to resist. Could she sacrifice her own beauty for restoring Liz’s? Then again, she wouldn’t be sacrificing her trim body forever, she’d only be overweight for a short time, then she and Liz could be sexy and skinny together forever. “Alright! I give up! You could always just let me remain an inflated blimp…” Liz said, as a crooked smirk of victory appeared on her face. Hopefully now Mel would get off her case and stop annoying her about exercising. “Oh no you don’t!” Mel snarled unable to concede. She wouldn’t lose this opportunity to make Liz lose weight for good, “You’re on!” “You’re serious?” Liz muttered in disbelief. She never in her deepest imagination thought Mel would go for this. “Yeah! You and me! Pound for pound!” Mel declared with two forceful pokes to her girlfriend’s fat gut. Mel knew how to lose weight quickly. She’d done it before when she’d conquered the freshman 15. She would be in and out of this situation the same way. “You’re actually accepting the deal?” Liz asked for clarification, while she tried to imagine her super fit lover with an extra hundred pounds of fat on her. The excitement was causing Liz to breath harder; Mel could feel her girlfriend’s big stomach heaving up and down. Grinning, Mel teased, “Yeah, it’s gonna be weird for me not being the sexy one in the relationship anymore, but it will be worth it to have my hot girlfriend back.” “Hey! I’m still sexy! I’m still hot!” Liz frowned so deeply that her dimples and double chin were exaggerated a little more than normal. “Mmm, I know, I’m just teasing you. Now, how about we hop in bed for a little exercise?” Mel seductively proposed, as she released Liz from her hold and began massaging her blubbery breasts. “Now you’re speaking my language.”

Her full name is Debora Duboc. She used to be skinny, but she gained a lot of weight. Her Instagram account: https://www.instagram.com/deboraduboc/?hl=en

Her full name is Mayara Magri. She's not fat like Mayara Russi, but she's a chubby woman, and a hot milf in my opinion. She's an actress who gained weight over the years. She used to be skinny. Not nowadays, not anymore. lol. Curves are always welcome. Her Instagram account: https://www.instagram.com/mayaramagrioficial/?hl=en

Hello Cuties, i just realised i never took the chance to introduce myself properly. (I thought a thread in pictures and videos was the only thing i could do and was a total dum-dum BUT psssst) My name is 🎵 Melody 🎵 and i'm a pretty fresh face around here - a total NOOB to stick to gamer lingo. I'm from germany but my family has polish roots. I love music, dancing (was in a dance group for a few years), videogames (Persona, Overwatch, Genshin etc) , books (fantasy/dystopy genre ftw), animes (My Hero Academia & anything Magical Girl uWu). Only recently found my way into this community and the feederism world. Even though i always was "not stick-thin" i really struggled with my weight and the pressure of the diet industry. But thanks to awesome people, a lot of encouragement, healing, selfcare, and all these empowering models boasting their glorious bodies in various sizes i came to terms with myself and embrace my live wholely. Which means lounging, enjoying, indulging, snacking, gaming, and growing bigger more beautiful every day. Because i want to inspire people and women just like me too i thought: Okay, why not follow these other models? Show my body, my passion, my lifestyle and prove to the word how radical and beautiful we all can be. ❤️And i did not regret it. People in this community have been so supportive, nice, and kind to me. ❤️ If you have any questions feel free to ask!

One refreshed shoutout to my favorite queen ever who I've known over half our lives. From 195 to 215 when she first told me she had gained months ago, to now nearly 250 if not beyond it- and still not an active gainer! I want to officially introduce you all to her, because she's gained her way onto the site herself 😍 Please say hi to @Ricaarie And help me give this beaut enough love and praise that she never has to question her sexiness again. For someone who isn't pursuing gaining, she sure knows exactly what to say to blow ones mind. I love you Erica, sincerely. It takes a selfless and brave head to give what you do even when you're not sure where you want to be. You deserve all the confidence in the world.

I'm just BURSTING out of these. I love seeing my belly bulge around the garter straps 🥵

I got feedback that you prefer a master thread rather than separate photo dumps so here you go! I'm Leda! I've been part of the feederism/feedism community since 2008. You might remember me as girlscandance, stockholmsyndrome, or sweetheartlou to name a few past personas. I started out in this fetish exclusively as a submissive feedee but my sexuality has really grown, and now I enjoy switching and being feedee/feeder/mutual gainer. I'm honestly just obsessed with fat and power dynamics! I also enjoy other fetishes like impregnation, lactation fantasy, feet, taboo, hucow, and more...

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Is there body lotion or something to prevent stretch marks when gaining?

Batman hasn’t contacted me for a job in MONTHS!! So can you really blame for me getting so fat? Fatgirl, I mean Batgirl doesn’t even look that big? She could literally gain more weight and I don’t think anyone would notice.. Those sidekick suits are meant to be super slimming, so why not just become as plump as possible until Batman is forced to bring it up at our next Bat-meeting xD

So many of you might be wondering what I used to look like….so here’s me when I was 18, around 130 pounds! I remember thinking that I was chubby! Imagine if my old self saw me now! 🙈 Now I’m 26 and almost 100 pounds heavier, now weighing in around 220!

Hi! I've been lurking around for a few months and thought I would bite the bullet, post a pic and say hello.

Hey everyone! So technically this isn’t my first time here. I was on periodically for about a year before I dropped off the face of the planet and haven’t shown my face for over a year now. But after getting back into my kinks and lifestyle I decided to head back here. So here I am! I’m Kristina and if you float in the more niche pregnancy kink parts of the internet you’ll probably recognize me as either Hyperpregnancy or HyperPreg. My interests lie in the intersection of pregnancy and feedism so I make content like erotica and videos about that. I also just like to talk about it because the frothing monkey part of my brain never stops thinking about it. Anyway, the last time I was on here I think I weighed 120 pounds and as of today I’m 166. I went from a 34A to a 36D. I can totally pass for pregnant if I try. So keep dreaming ladies and gents, your curvy fantasies are within reach. Feel free to leave a comment or send me a message if you wanna chat. I look forward to hearing from you all! Pic for visibility.

Just a typical underweight young girl tries to gain weight on doctor's advice. Here's what she did with her words... "Let me count what I ate, the first day; morning - four packs of noodles, (each pack is 75g and 200 cal) - a small ** of soup, - two plates of stuffed leaves, (traditional balkan food) - a small pyrex of greenery. noon - just a ** of pasta. two hours later - I've finished all the leaf wraps. evening - just junk food. night - pizza. On the first day, I was stuffed like a pig, because my family didn't care much, so I contiuned The second day; morning - I finished all the noodles in the house. noon - a liter of coke. thirty minutes later - I've ate all the junk food at home. Since I was out of breath for a while, I could only drink a plate of soup for dinner. but I ate a lot more at night because I didn't eat much. night I finished two hamburgers, two medium pizzas, and four of those small Nutellas. The voices in my stomach are not heartwarming at all, I can't get up. I have now gone from 56 kilos to 64 kilos. I can only gas. I can't vomit and I can't go to the toilet at all. please help me." I don't know this story is real but who cares, It's hot to read and this what her belly looks like now

Did anyone save them after the thread was deleted years ago?

Happy February guys and gals! Here are my first photo's for the month! Boyfriend (I will name Daddy) made breakfast for dinner tonight! I'm very full and a happy piggy! Pancakes, eggs with cheese, BACON, good amounts of butter and syrup! I have a good amount of NEW stretch marks that are spreading all over the place! I didn't realize how many till I looked at the pictures myself. All the new ones are red in color. I've also noticed that when I get new stretch marks that they itch like crazy. Daddy got me a new ring light that I will use next time. As always, Daddy was right. I should've used it today. Next time I promise. 😅 The lighting is bad in some of these pictures and makes my eyebrows look uneven but they aren't. Oh well... Enjoy the show....

It's really starting to settle in that I've put on over 50 pounds since I started gaining again! I was scrolling through my photos and realized that the difference is way more noticeable than I thought 😉I'll be updating this thread with more before pics as I find them! And after pics as I gain 🥰 Spring 2020 Summer 2020 Fall 2020 Winter 2021 - when the gains really start to take off! Spring 2021 Summer 2021 Pt 2 to come soon 💗

(Note; This story in heavy sci-fi, slight mythology, in the genre of light romance/tragedy. I've posted it elsewhere, but you'd have a hard time finding it. Still, I like it, so I hope you will too.) A Gift from Grandpa ----- Chapter 1: A Surprise Gift Alan Michaels was trying his hardest to keep from sweating bullets as he finally decided to just go for it, pulling the chair out, before moving to take his own. Fortunately, Elsie didn't seem offended. If anything, she looked pleased as she grabbed the back of the chair in one of her own hands, before moving it out another six inches, and slowly lowering herself into it. Alan was already seated by that point, but he could see that even from where she was sitting, Elsie's stomach had pushed outward, against the edge of the table, and spilled over, to cover a little bit of the table in front of her. She pushed herself back a little more, her whole body seeming to tremble in a single, wave-like motion, before Alan could even think about what to say or do next, so it was fortunate that Elsie spoke first. "Did you work things out with your dad?" The question snapped Alan back out of his daze, and for a moment, he glanced away, but it didn't take him long to reply. "Sort of. We talked about it, but I just don't think he'll ever understand. He's kind of old-fashioned, you know... Came from another country when he was a young man and all that." "Really?" Elsie asked, "Which country?" "Huh?" Alan asked, feeling a little taken aback by that question. The truth was that he didn't think his father had ever told him directly, and he'd never been all that interested in knowing. Still, after living with the man for years, he had enough data to offer an educated guess. "Poland, I think. Like I said, he..." "Oh, yeah." Elsie replied, though at that point, their conversation was interrupted by the waiter, and after taking some drink orders, he vanished into the kitchen, and the two were left alone again. "See, it's just that you always seemed kind of traditional yourself." Elsie admitted, "I was a little surprised to see you and your dad fighting like that." "He never should have said those things." Alan replied, however, starting to feel his anger returning, even as he discussed the topic with Elsie, "Can we talk about something else? How did that paper go, that you were working on?" "I finished it yesterday morning." Elsie just said with something that could almost be called a shrug, though it was really more of a slight shake of her impressive shoulders, "Tell me something, Alan. I've been talking to Jane in accounting, and she says she actually approached you with an extra movie ticket last month, and you didn't even seem interested." Alan decided to return Elsie's gesture, and merely shrugged. "I guess I wasn't." "The thing is; from what I understand, half the men in the middle three floors have crushes on Jane. You don't?" "I don't." "I see." For a moment, Elsie looked a little uncomfortable, but in a couple more seconds, Alan asked, "Is that what you needed to know?" "No." Elsie quickly replied, raising both of her big, thick arms just a bit, "Alan, why did you come here?" Alan blinked a couple times before replying, "Because I asked you to come here with me. It would have been really scummy to do that, then stand you up." "I... I know that. But what I mean is; why are you here... with me?" "Because you said yes." "Alan! Stop dodging the question!" "What? What's the question?" Elsie stopped talking for a moment, and rubbed the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger before she made any attempt to continue. "Alan..." she said at last, almost moaning over having to put it so overtly, "What is it... about me in particular... that makes you think it's a good idea to approach me, and ask me out to eat?" Alan had been dreading the approach of that question, but since it had been asked, he did have an answer ready, as he once again braced himself for what was coming. "That's pretty much what you do, right? I mean, you meet a pretty girl, talk to her, get to know her, and eventually you realize that you have enough in common, that... What? What's with that face?" The truth was that Alan knew exactly why Elsie Hill's mouth and eyes had opened all the way just then, but feigned ignorance, and/or foolish optimism was one of the few things he'd never tried, when dealing with someone like Elsie. "Did... Did you just say..." Elsie almost muttered, looking flabbergasted as she spoke, "Did you just call me pretty?" "Yeah." Alan replied, "What's wrong?" "Oh, I should have known. I don't believe this." Elsie almost gasped, staring down at the glass of soda water that the waiter had just delivered, "You're one of those sickos, aren't you?" "Excuse me?" Alan asked, immediately feeling irritable, "What did you just call me?" However, just like that, Elsie had leaned forward, pushing against the table, and slowly lifting herself up off her chair, causing her torso, which had previously seemed to be scrunched up into a thick oblong, to smooth itself out into a large, roundish, coffee-bean-like shape, with occasional rolls all over. Elsie Hill was one of, if not the fattest person working at the office where Alan worked, and it was going to end the same way as always. "I keep thinking to myself, 'this guy must be interested in what I'm doing,' or 'this guy really wants to help me out,' like some child, and I keep ending up in these situations!" Elsie almost shouted, bracing both hands against the table, and almost spilling the drinks, "You're just another one of those weird fetishists, lusting after this lump of a body I have!" Immediately, Alan was on his feet, slamming a few dollars down on the table. He hadn't meant to be so forceful, and he hadn't thought he'd need the cash so soon, but Elsie had reacted much faster than most of the girls he'd tried dating in the past, and much more forcefully. Many girls at least had the courtesy to wait until they were in a less public place, before telling him what they thought of him. He was mortified and furious with her. "That's enough!" Alan actually shouted, "If you didn't want to come here with me, you should have just said no, Elsie!" Then, seething with rage, Alan had dislodged himself from the table, stormed right past Elsie and left by the front door, and he never so much as looked at her, or that restaurant again. ----- Susan Chalmers was furiously typing out the final closing statement of the script she'd been working on, when she heard a knock on her apartment door. Dreading yet another reminder about the rent, she rolled her chair back away from her computer desk and hopped to her feet, strolling slowly to the door, before looking out the peep-hole. Fortunately, it wasn't her landlord, but the person on the other side didn't make her feel much better. It was Alan Michaels, and he was once again alone. Swallowing hard, Susan opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, inviting Alan inside. He looked like the dark clouds over his head were big enough to cause citywide flooding, and he definitely needed some support. "Messy one tonight, huh?" Susan asked, seating Alan down on the left side of her couch. "It always gets messy when they start asking me about my feelings," Alan confessed, "but yeah. Tonight was especially bad." Susan had walked over to her kitchen counter while they'd been talking, and turned her kettle back on. The water was lukewarm at best, but it wouldn't take it long to heat up, and she had a feeling it would be finished before Alan was. "It's like almost all of them have some kind of illness, that makes them act self-destructively." Alan complained desperately, as Susan listened, "If somebody says they hate the way fat women look, they'll get sad, and maybe even angry, but pleasure, joy and delight over their beauty is even worse to them. It's like Stockholm Syndrome or something. They want to defend their tormentors, because they've gotten used to being tormented, so they hate people who only want to do right by them." Susan waited for a couple of seconds before asking, "Did she say that?" "She said I was a sicko for thinking she was pretty." "Ah. Well, it sounds more like self-loathing to me, but self-loathing that's projected outward. I don't know. I'm no psychologist. Man, Alan. You sure know how to pick the weird ones." By that point, steam had started rising from Susan's kettle, so she turned it off and started pouring it into a couple of her cups, as Alan replied from behind her, seeming a little defensive at first. "Wait. Are you saying this is my fault? I'm just trying to find somebody I can actually feel something for. It's not my fault they all turn out to be weird." "Relax, Alan." Susan said, sitting down on the couch next to him, and handing him one of her cups of tea, "You're my best friend. I think I've got more in common with you than with my last boyfriend. If anything, I feel sorry for you. I mean, I've never been married, but I've at least had some long-lasting dating relationships." "No girl's ever dated me for more than a week." Alan reminded her miserably. "It's the weight thing." Susan confirmed, sipping from her tea briefly; a useful technique for keeping her cool, when dealing with emotionally-loaded topics, "I know it, you know it. It's stupid, but it's way more taboo to be fat if you're a girl." "I know *why* it's a problem." Alan replied bitterly, then changed gears entirely as he inhaled the steam from the tea, "What happened to Harold, anyway?" In response, Susan put down her tea, and leaned back against the couch cushions with a deep, audible sigh. "He was something, wasn't he? Like the ultimate dream; tall, strong and round as a pumpkin. Oh, I could have lost my arms in his rolls forever. We dated for a while, but he eventually decided he wasn't happy with a computer geek. I accept fat guys, and they've got to be able to accept me. That's how it works, if it works at all. It's too bad. He was so... so... much." Again, Susan sighed and leaned forward, resting one hand on her best friend's shoulder. "It's too bad neither of us is fat." Susan noted as Alan dared his first sip of the hot liquid, which already seemed to be calming him down, "That soft, overwhelming sensation... Oh! If I had that, even if it was me who was the fat one, I'd never need to go looking for it in anybody else." "Yeah." Alan said as he finished his sip and spent a couple seconds staring at the liquid in his cup, "I guess it's the same for me, but I always fantasized about finding that dream girl, you know..." "Maybe you'll still find her." Susan replied with a slight shrug, "There's girls who can appreciate fatness. I mean, look at me." For some reason, that almost made Alan laugh. He'd never met anyone as obsessed with softness or warmth as Susan Chalmers, and she enjoyed a good meal more than almost anyone he'd ever met, so they'd really hit it off after a while. Still, the fact that both of them needed something that neither one could provide, meant that their friendship could only go so far. "The worst part is having to face dad." Alan admitted at last, after several moments of silence, "He told me I'd regret it if I went out with her, and I got angry at him for it. It was a pretty nasty fight too." Susan seemed to have been just about to say something, but stopped herself after only a moment, and at last, she remarked, "Look, Alan. I don't think your father merits an apology. If you've disrespected him in some way, you can still try to patch things up, but I really have a hard time dealing with that man. He's just so closed-minded, it's infuriating. How did you ever put up with him for twenty years?" For some reason, those remarks had made Alan feel a little better, and although he didn't want any rift between himself and his father to be his fault, and he probably would eventually apologize for his part in their fight, it was equally clear what he needed to do next. ----- "Dad." It took a few seconds before Hugo Michaels seemed to realize that someone was talking to him, but once he recognized that fact, it was only a second before he'd turned to face his son, who was standing nearby, with his phone in one hand. Quickly, Hugo set a bookmark in the magazine he'd been reading, and put it off to one side, looking up at his son, who, he was a bit gratified to see, had a slightly sheepish expression on his face. "Yes?" Hugo asked, "You wanted to talk about something?" "I've made a decision." Alan said a bit shyly as he held up the phone, revealing the information displayed across its surface, "This is where I'm going to live. Starting tomorrow." For a moment, Hugo just blinked, not sure of how to respond, or what to say. He looked over the little, one-bedroom apartment that Hugo was pointing to, and the statistics on the page, and it did look functional for just one person; even cheap compared to the going rate for apartments. Still, Hugo was concerned. "Of course, if you start living there, you'll be paying them a lot more than you pay us. You won't be able to save up as much money." "I got a raise a few days ago," Alan replied with a shrug, "I can afford it, and I can do extra work on the side. Cathy gave me forty bucks for fixing her computer, and another five for getting her son's toy working again. It's not much, but it all adds up." "But what's the advantage?" Hugo asked, starting to feel genuinely worried, "Do you really think this is a good idea in the long term?" Alan had known that question was coming, but he'd still hoped not to have to answer it, because the only answer he could give would be easy to misinterpret. "Dad..." He said, "I want to do something to fix our relationship, and I think this might be the only way." Hugo looked bewildered for a moment, but his only response was "Oh." "We get into a lot of arguments when we're too close to one another for too long." Alan explained, "I notice, whenever I'm busy with work, and we only see each other for a few minutes a day, we usually don't... you know... bicker." "There's no need for bickering at all, or even arguing." Hugo said, starting to feel very tense, "I just want what's best for you, Alan. You're my son, and I don't want us to drift apart." For the first time since the discussion had begun, Alan actually smiled just a little, but he couldn't back down anymore. "You're my dad, and I don't want that to happen either," he said, "but the truth is, I just don't want the same things for my life that you want for yours. Now that I'm an adult, I have to be free to make my own choices, and... That means that if this is going to work, there needs to be some distance." For a moment, it actually looked as though Hugo would let it go at that, but then he turned, to see his wife and Alan's mother, standing in the bedroom doorway, looking worried, and mouthing a word that reminded him of exactly what would happen if Alan moved away. Yet, how could he prevent it? Hugo knew he couldn't keep his son prisoner. It was unthinkable, but the only things he still hadn't tried, apart from that were intimidation and mockery. He didn't want to resort to those if it could be helped, because they could only damage his relationship with his son, and yet, if there was even a chance of keeping his son from leaving... "Heaven help me." Hugo thought to himself silently as he gathered his courage. "She dumped you, didn't she?" At that moment, the color drained from Alan's face. "Wh-What?" "I told you she wasn't right for you, and I was expecting this to happen. You've never noticed the warning signs. You always wait for them to dump you first, Alan. Quite frankly, I don't think you should leave, because I don't think you know how to make those kinds of decisions responsibly yet." However, the speech was empty, and Hugo knew it, as soon as he saw the look on his son's face. Once the initial shock had faded, his look hadn't been one of anger or disgust, but a sort of passive look, tinged with something more like sadness. Without another word to either of his parents, Alan had turned and left the living room, and when he left their house on the following day, a brief "goodbye" was all he said then. ----- After the move, it had taken Alan a couple of days to get everything ironed out and set all of his things up in his new apartment, but his first objective had been his laptop, and the tools that he used for fixing things. Alan had always been the sort of person who took the time to plan out what he was going to do next, which was just as well. None of his relationships would have lasted as long as they had, if not for that aspect of his personality. In fact, Alan had been so busy setting things up, that he didn't even bother trying to check his mail until it was dusk on his second day in the apartment. Not many people had sent letters, of course, though there was an advertisement for a credit card, and some gym membership flier with those horrible "before" and "after" pictures that always made him nauseous. "I know people are losing weight." Alan thought silently, as he threw the flier in the garbage, "Don't remind me." However, there was one curious thing in Alan's mail; a small package, which had a local restaurant called "Pearl's Sweet Bites," as its return address. It wasn't too uncommon for restaurants to send out fliers or even coupons, but that was the first time that Alan had ever heard of them sending out boxes of goods before; much less in the mail. Alan went and got his knife to cut open the box and look at what had been sent to him, but as he pulled open the cardboard edges, the contents of the box merely filled him with confusion and curiosity. He'd been expecting the box to contain some explanation of why it had been sent to him, but instead, all it had left him with was another, deeper mystery. The box contained no receipt, no letter, no fliers, or papers of any kind to provide information. The only thing in the box was a single, transparent globe, about the size of a baseball. It was perfectly-round and smooth all across its surface, like an orb of colored glass, because although he could see directly through it, the orb was tinted blue. For a few moments, Alan just looked at the little ball with boundless confusion, but at last, with a smile, he picked it up and held it in his left hand, feeling its smooth surface; very much like glass or crystal. However, it was so smooth, that for a moment, he lost his grip on the ball, and it fell to the floor. Alan had expected the ball to shatter the moment it hit the ground, but, in fact, when it collided with the hardwood of his apartment's floor, not much seemed to have happened to it. Quickly, he picked it up, and on impulse. decided to try dropping it again. Sure enough, there was no damage to the globe. Feeling even more curious, Alan decided to try testing the strength of the little globe, throwing it hard at the floor, and once again, there wasn't even a single crack when he picked it up again. Finally, he set the globe on a pillow, and put the pillow on the floor, then grabbed the largest and heaviest of his hammers and swung with all his might. Alan felt the hammer make contact, but only just barely. It almost felt as if his attack had lost all of its force, a split-second before hitting the orb. However it had happened, Alan soon found himself laying the hammer down, right next to the blue orb of some crystal-like substance, which it had utterly failed to harm. It was certainly enough to make him even more curious, but sadly, the imperviousness of his gift didn't provide him with any more clues, or tips on how to solve the new mystery that he'd been presented with. In fact, there was only one clue, which Alan felt that he could follow. Once again, Alan picked up the box that the globe had come in, and looked at the return address, pulling out his phone to look it up. ----- Alan had been to Pearl's Sweet Bites once before on one of his earliest and shortest dates, and it didn't seem to have changed much since then, except, of course, that the customers were different. The waiters and waitresses still wore bright colors as they served tables, though there was a bit of a morose air about the whole place, as if it had just suffered the death of a beloved leader. However, as Alan scanned the visible sections of the restaurant, he promised himself that he would have to return some other time. While most of the people eating and waiting tables weren't surprising, there was one older man, dressed in jeans and a leather jacket, and sitting at one of the middle tables. He had pure white hair with no gray at all, and a long beard, and he had to weigh at least four hundred pounds. For some reason, Alan found him comforting to be around. However, the middle-aged woman behind the front counter was no less impressive. Though her hair was beginning to gray a bit, and she had a wrinkle or two, she was easily as wide standing up, as the older man was sitting down. She also smiled in a very determined way as Alan entered, as if forcing herself to, which only made him more curious about her, so pretty soon, he'd approached the front counter, watching in amazement as she leaned over it to face him, making her look even wider. "Good evening." the very wide lady said in a very good approximation of a chipper tone of voice, "What can I get you tonight?" However, her smile instantly faltered, when Alan held up the globe that he'd gotten in the mail, and said, "Miss... Lilly?" Her first name was, of course, on her name tag, so Alan continued, "I actually just got this globe in the mail, and it apparently came from here." However, it had soon become apparent that Lilly's features hadn't fallen because of disappointment or sadness, but only in surprise, because suddenly, her smile had returned; more genuine-looking that time, before she mellowed out a bit, her expression changing to a slight grin. "Um... It's Mrs., actually." Lilly said, holding up one hand to show Alan her wedding ring, and briefly causing his heart to sink, "Man, I'm happy for you, though. Peter must have sent that. Hey, Peter!" At once, Alan turned around, to see the fat, older man in the leather jacket raise one hand with a friendly smile. Thanking Lilly for her help, Alan moved over to where the old man was sitting and sat at the same table, opposite him. Fortunately, he looked pleased by that, though his expression started turning a little grim as he leaned on the table with both elbows and spoke to Alan directly for the first time. His voice was deep and strong. "It's good to meet you, Alan. I was starting to worry that you might never come." However, Alan was already feeling very confused, and in a moment, he'd started asking questions. "Alright." he said, "First of all, I only got your package today." "Well, yes. The most recent one." Peter replied, but at once, Alan shook his head and Peter's mouth began to hang open, stretching out his thick and pleasant cheeks. "Wait." Peter said, starting to look very grave, "Are you telling me that until today, you never received any other packages from me?" "Never. Not one." At once, Alan almost jumped in alarm, because a look of fiery anger had spread across Peter's face, and he'd brought his right fist down on the table with a crash. The anger had soon faded from his expression, and he became a great deal calmer after that, but a lasting change had definitely come over him, because he wasn't smiling anymore. At last, with a heavy sigh, he leaned back in his seat and turned to look out the window. "I can barely even tell you how furious I am," Peter muttered at last, "but not with you. Of course not. None of this is your fault. The problem, Alan, is that I'm not sure who to be furious with. Perhaps Claire, perhaps Hugo... Maybe just myself, for not checking up on you in person, when I noticed that you never replied to my messages." "Um... I'm still a little lost here." Alan admitted, "Should I know you?" "Yes!" Peter almost roared for a moment, though he calmed down quickly, "Yes, you should. That was taken from you, and now all I can do is try to make up for lost time. You see, Alan... Just a moment. This is a very public venue for discussing matters of a personal nature." "No, it's alright." Alan replied, just feeling more and more curious, "Go ahead." "I'm your grandfather, Alan." Peter replied at last, "I was the father of that poor man Hugo Michaels; your dad."

Long time lurker here. Just a short idea I had, about a fantasy dungeon-style trap. The room was dark, the better to hide the thick layer of wrappers and fast-food containers littering the floor. The coffee table was stacked high with empty pizza boxes, and empty 2-liters and beer cans filled the trash can. The television provided the room’s only light, illuminating the figure filling the couch before it. Passed out, head lolling back on the back cushions was an obese dark elf woman with pure white hair and flawless black skin. She looked like a portrait of pure gluttony, every inch of her body rounded and soft, plump hands resting atop the massive boulder of flab that was her stomach. Her vast thighs spread wide, it spilled between them like a waterfall of ebony flab, pushing past the seat cushions, quivering slightly with her every breath. Her bloated haunches spread across two cushions, and breasts larger than her head rested atop her bare gut, barely contained by a food-stained bra, her only piece of clothing. By all appearances, this was a lifelong glutton, someone who had never done more exercise than lift a fork to her mouth. She was completely unrecognizable as Meris Trelayne, the feared mercenary warrior known as the Cold Shadow. Violet eyes slowly blinked open. Still mostly asleep she grunted, reaching up to scratch the surface of her gut, ebon rolls of blubber jiggling even at the light touch. Her eyes flickered completely open, and she grunted louder, angrily, scowling as awareness returned to her round face, then discomfort. The drow belched explosively, once then twice more, and growled with weary anger as her belly began to churn and groan, demanding to be filled. The obese woman spent a few moments seeming to shake her head in denial, eyes squeezed shut. Finally, she heaved her fattened body up to standing after a few false starts, seeming as much reluctant as hampered by her bulk. Flabby body quaking with every step, Maris waddled towards the kitchen, kicking debris out of the way. "Got to stop..." Maris mumbled, then winced as she caught her bloated reflection in a mirror. "Getting too damn fat... got to..." Her husky voice continued in this vein as the flabby elf wobbled up to the kitchen door and hesitated, wavering as her vast gut audibly roared. "C'mon, you porky bitch... just stop stuffing your face for one damn..." Maris's vocalized diatribe didn't stop her from filling the table with unhealthy food from the overflowing pantry, then plumping her massive ass into a study chair set before it with a grunt of mixed relief and frustration. With a huff of defeat the drow began stuffing herself, mumbling more self-recriminations through bulging cheeks. The gluttonous repast continued for what seemed like hours, the drow steadily inhaling enough for a family of five. Eventually the table was empty, the drow slumped back in her chair, breathing shallowly and in her pose from the couch again, belly visibly rounder than before even given its beginning size. Eventually, Maris struggled to her feet again, painfully bloated and still huffing and puffing, dripping sweat and exhausted by her own gluttony. The fattened drow belched thunderously again, wiping at her food-stained mouth half-heartedly. "Damn...*urp* can't stop..." she gasped, leaning back like a pregnant woman and cradling her gut, now heavier than ever. "He better… get this open soon..." were her last mumbled words as she staggered back to the couch. Behind her, the pantry refilled, food appearing from thin air as the detritus vanished from the again-spotless kitchen. The piles in the other room increased a bit as she wobbled past them; the floor had been clean once, the only way she could mark time's passage. As the drow flopped back onto the divot her vast rump had dug into the couch, she belched again, completely spent by her 'labors'. As her eyes flickered shut, drifting back to sleep, her sweaty, food-splattered skin and hair became shining and clean again, all except for her straining bra, which soon threatened to join the ruined pile of armor, torn clothing, and abandoned weapons before her. On the television, the smirking face of a long dead wizard waves at her as she falls asleep, barely eliciting an angry grunt from the drow now after so many times. As she began to snore, her belly deflated slightly as the rest of her swelled; as always, the warrior woman would wake again soon to find herself visibly fatter than before, and helpless to resist beginning the cycle again. Maris Trelayne was stuck in a particularly strange wizard's trap, and her last thought before the latest cycle ended was a vague hope her damn wizard was close to a solution. **** "Well, have you gotten it open? Maris has been in there a while..." The young, handsome wizard scratched his chin knowledgeably in response to the short, cheeky looking halfling rogue's question. "Almost sure I have it now..." he replied. In the back of his head, he thought about how the haughty warrior had ignored his warning and picked up the strange little puzzle-box he was studying. Serve her right if he let her learn a lesson by taking his time... No, he couldn't do that. Maris may be arrogant, but she was a good companion - if far too thin to attract his interest in other ways, like he thought she'd been unsubtly hinting recently. "Maybe this will have changed her for the better..." he mumbled, beginning the counterspell to open the trap. At the least, being humbled by a little box like this might soften her attitude a bit.

Hello Everyone! I am The Drifter. Long time writer, first time posting here. I think? Anywho. Decided to pull this short story out from the dpeths of my PC and share it here! Contains burps, farts, and lots of food. Enjoy! He was in his perfect place. Watching her was like watching an angel descend from the heavens and though he felt like his heart could take off and fly away with her, he stayed in his seat. A wooden chair placed to the side of a long wooden dinner table, the perfect spot for him to watch the love of his life devour her dinner tonight. Watching her eat is like witnessing the next wonder of the world coming to life. Each bite she took with her delicate fingers. She ate with a grace that one would expect from the most feminine of women. Not too fast as to enjoy every bite but not so slow to keep them at the table for the entire night. Just the perfect balance for them to both enjoy the night for the right amount of time for them both to fully enjoy the spectacle she put on. And put on she did. The wore a rather nice black skirt and button-up top she wore in her late teenage years. It was safe to say she had grown a bit since then as her thick caramel thighs gushed from the large hole at the bottom of the skirt. The fabric clung to her curves like its own life depending on it, or like it was struggling to survive the bulges of fat around her middle. Digging into her prominent love handles and threatened to tear when she sat down at the table before the feast. They didn’t last long… Even with the assistance of the button-up shirt tucked into her skirt, the three specially made pies, plates of collard greens, both a turkey leg and breast proved too much for the article. The stubborn zipper created a resounding rip as it tore with the fabric down her side. He even gasped, seeing her lips curve into an ‘O’ with relief as her belly-flopped out onto its proper porch that was her thunderous thighs. Her shirt still held strong, just barely showing her delicious tanned skin between the holes as they stretched taught over her ** belly. She giggled and he laughed but nothing else was needed to be said. Their brief gazes into each other’s eyes and timid blushes expressed all they were feeling for one another. As she continued to eat, he continued to watch. He would be remiss if he didn’t keep a good eagle eye on her chest. A pair of round sacks of flesh upon her chest was the perfect size for them to fill his hands. They almost seemed to grow with every pound of food she carefully passed through her lips. It was especially exciting when she was surprised by a powerful hiccup. The jolt following a rather rapid swig of her drink caused the top two buttons to fly off near freeing her breasts completely if it weren’t for her little black bra. The eating continued like this. She filled plate after plate with whatever she could reach and when she would have been required to get up from her seat, he would stand to bring it to her. This was far from their first time, by this point the two of them were a well-oiled eating machine. Well, she was an eating machine, he was her pit crew. Buttons continued to fail on her blouse as she continued. Two tins of casserole disappeared into her stomach and another button popped off around her chest. A dense pound of meatloaf sat heavily in her gut causing the bottom button to skitter right off her thighs. It took a giant bowl of potato salad, the whole rotisserie chicken, and half of the whole turkey to get the next button to fly across the room. It is one of the final three, it was the one in the center of her belly and revealed the dark hole of her belly button. Fat from her growing potbelly bulge from the holes left by her buttons and he was eager for the last two to pop. As a personal challenge for them both, he would not assist in a belly rub until her belly was completely free. Damn, those buttons were just about as stubborn as she was. Wanting to not only finish everything without any assistance, but she also desired to make herself as full as possible for him. Keeping everything down including gas, her stomach was like a passing storm with the loud growls and gurgles it was emitted by the time she reached her last plates. Still, even with her belly sticking out a good foot onto her lap and far beyond the reach of her modest breasts, the buttons simply stayed dug into the flesh of her enormously soft gut. He wondered what would go first, the love of his life or the buttons of her blouse as she finished off the last of the turkey. The rest of its body picked clean as was the rest of the dishes upon the table. Her belly was massive, far larger than he had ever seen it before and he was with her last Thanksgiving. Even though today was no holiday, they did make sure to get all the food their disposable income could manage. Her belly, an enormous ** that even with all the food packed into it still looked like a large, fatty, gut. A tummy that ‘pregnant’ didn’t quite describe properly. It wasn’t quite round enough for that. And it’s what he loved most about it. No matter how much she ate, the abundance of fat that naturally stored there kept it a nice, plush center he could always sink his hands into. And the time for him to do so finally came. To call an end to her feast, she licked every one of her fingers clean of any residue left by her meal. Slowly plunged each digit behind her lips and slowly dragged them out until she got to her last finger. She pulled it out slower than ever, finding a delicious piece of sauce-covered chicken she had to suck off. It left her lips with a tiny pop and she sighed with the accomplishment all inside of her roaring middle. One that desperately needed relief. He looked to her golden-brown eyes then to the buttons. She knew, closing her eyes as she brought her hands to the sides of her enormous gut and brought them in with a delicate but forceful slap. A wave-like ripple surged over her soft abdomen and sent the buttons careening off of her shirt, allowing her belly to bounce outward to its full size upon her lap. It glorped like an aquarium and let out not one but two simultaneous but distinct gurgles like two dogs fighting for territory. Worried, he prepared to move to her aid, but knowing what was going on inside herself, she leaned to the side with a pained expression and her cheeks reddening for what was to come. A pair of gaseous eruptions blew from her top and bottom simultaneously. A raucous belch aimed towards the ceiling shook the floor above while her boisterous fart rattled the floor beneath them. The enormous but equal to her meal expulsions together shook the entire room. He watched in loving delight as he felt the table he held onto shifting across the tiled floor. The empty pots, plates, and glasses clattering just as much as the dishes still left in the cupboard on the other side of the kitchen. He was almost worried, at least expecting that the pane glass window directly behind her seat would crack with the unnerving wobbling noise he could pick up just over the gas his girl was letting out. And just when he was wondering if they were ever going to end, they began to fade. Soon coming to an end and leaving minimal damage to their surroundings. After a few moments, he moved in to sink his hands into her gut. Giving it a great congratulatory rub for all she had done. Though embarrassed by her final release, she was over the moon with the smile he had on his face. Thankful that she could please him with such accomplishments. The two shared a long kiss, he shared all the things he loved about her and she let him know that she should’ve been letting out the gas throughout the meal. Because she still had room for more…

Im a 30 year old male, weigh 70kg slim, muscular build. Ive always liked girls when they overeat and the short and long term effects of it. As the title suggests im just here for a bit of fun and harmless messaging. Tell me about your day, chat about your ideal meal if i could make it happen. Tell me your pants are one bite away from bursting open and i can compliment you on your new found pounds Or tell me your pants burst open and i can tease you for embarrassing yourself at the buffet again. Tell me what you want to hear and we can both have some fun.

Odd title I know but I’m not sure how else to describe her. TLDR: my gf has gained 45 pounds in a year and loves belly play and stuffings even though she says it’s not necessarily her kink and is somewhat indifferent about gaining. Thoughts? The long version: So my gf and I have been together for about a year and in that time she’s gained about 45 pounds. She’s always been on the curvier side, and when I met her she was around 190 lbs. She’s probably around 245 now but she’s tall (5’9) so it spreads evenly. That said she’s developed quite the double belly, her hips have gotten wider, and she’s gone up a size in everything. The gain wasn’t necessarily intentional, but she loves food and can’t help herself at times. She really leaned in after I told her about this kink. I told her pretty early on in our relationship, while she wasn’t a big fan of the weight gain aspect she could understand where I was coming from and enjoyed the other aspects like belly play and stuffings. She had never heard of the fetish before meeting me, but she’s gotten more and more comfortable with it, so much so that I think I may have awakened her to be a feedee herself. We’ve talked about this at length, and she mentioned that she enjoyed the sensation of having her belly played with, and being full, but that these things weren’t inherently sexual for her…even though they seem to get her off when I do them. Idk just overall pretty confused with how to place things. I really love her so it wouldn’t matter if she had this kink or not but I’ve never known of someone to align so closely with feederism but have it not actually be their fetish. Wondering if I’m alone here hah.