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Hey I’m Mitch, Longtime lurker on a different account, first time posting anything. I’ve been into feederism for ages but never seriously explored anything and want to change that. Add me on snap @mitch.moore02, would love to get to know someone who’s into it xx

Hiiiii, New to curvage but have always been a part of the community I'm a 29 year old male who lives in SE London, UK. I'm a software dev by day, and feeder by night 😘 I do love to cook and have been trying to get into baking so I need someone to try my cooking.... I'm quite geeky and enjoy all things nerdy really. But also quite enjoy being active and playing sports etc Always been into bigger women and have just recently gotten into feeding which I also enjoy, but I personally just prefer a bigger woman (and a biiiiig ass!!). TLDR I'm looking for a nice large lass, with a nice large ass!! Lmao Drop me a message or reply to my post if interested, talk soon! X

Hey y’all I’m new here. I’m looking to meet new people and see where it goes

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Is anyone interested in a young male gainer? I’d like to share my story of gaining 100 pounds

Hi y'all! I'm in the process of writing my first ever novel/story, and I'm curious what people think of my writing style and the story itself. This is a four chapter preview of a currently planned, 20-chapter story. This story (and other I may write in the future), will either be loosely based on real events I experienced combined with my own personal fantasy or be based on pure fantasy I have had inside my head while being particularly bored one day. Which parts of the stories are real life experiences or fantasy I’ll leave up to you. May it fuel your interest in my writings 😂. I am planning to, once I finished the novel, upload it as a premium story on fantasyfeeder, so let me know your feedback or likes and if you would be interested in supporting me! Furthermore, I am planning to write more novels. All consisting of around 20 chapters, but I could always decide to make them longer. As I have stated earlier, I am still in the process of writing the novel, so it will be a bit until the full novel will be uploaded. Thanks!

hi!! neither of us are curvy "women" lmfao (i'm afab but also shut up) we're two v gay long-distance bfs from new york & los angeles; cristian ☕️ & benny 🧃 (benny wrote this post, and our bio) he ☕️ is lorge, and i 🧃 am currently v smol but i am unhinged and i love food and i love feeling overwhelmingly full and i will catch up quickly :3 nom nom nom nOM NOM NOM lol (i talk like this for fun and i also have a touch of the 'tism, but - friendly reminder - don't infantilize me, or question our relationship, i'm twenty fucking one, thank you) come say hi!!

Your name is Kevin, and you get what you want. Today is the first day of your senior year, soccer tryouts are after class, and the day starts like any other. After grabbing a quick breakfast, you hop into your car and drive to school. Your first few classes are uneventful, as you’ve already completed most of your degree, leaving you with mostly filler. After lunch, you find yourself in Cooking class and pay little attention to the teacher. Instead, you notice a girl sitting at the desk next to yours. You don't recognize her so she must be a freshman. A slight little thing, she has short black hair and eyeliner on underneath large glasses. She's wearing high-waisted leather pants and a long sleeve crop top that ends just above her belt. You can't help but notice that she has a nice, albeit thin, body. Her breasts are small and barely push against her button-down crop top, and her ass barely fills the seat. Her very thin waist and flat stomach still give her a slight hourglass appearance, however. She also seems nervous, and she fidgets with a pen on the desk. You're curious about her and decide to ask her what her name is. "Hi, I'm Kevin, and you are?" "Um, hi...um, Kevin," she says. "I'm Rebecca." "Nice to meet you, Rebecca," you say, and she smiles shyly at you. "So what do you think of the class?" she asks, not looking up from the pen in front of her. "It's okay, I like to cook so it should be a good test of my skills. Why'd you sign up for this class?" you ask her. "Well, my counselor said I was required to take one more elective so I signed up for cooking. But I don't think I'll be much use in this class since I don't have any experience," she says. "Oh, I've got plenty of experience," you reply, smiling. Suddenly, the teacher instructs everyone that we need to choose a partner for the rest of the semester. "Hey, it sounds like you might need some help from someone with experience, would you like to be partners?" you ask Rebecca. She blushes and turns red, replying. "Umm, yes, sure." Class for that day was very simple, all we had to do was make a batch of 6 chocolate cupcakes. You did most of the work, while Rebecca mostly just watched, occasionally swiping some batter. In the end, six perfect chocolate cupcakes sat in front of you and Rebecca. The teacher complimented you and informed the class that you were taking everything you made in the class. You ate two of the cupcakes, and Rebecca ate three. You were surprised to see such a thin girl eat that many, but after noticing the look of bliss that appeared on her face after every bite, you no longer were surprised. "Would you like my last one?" you ask Rebecca, offering the final cupcake to her. "Oh I really shouldn't..." she replies, although the way that she is looking at the cupcake indicates she's willing to try it. "Why not?" You ask her. "Well you know, I've already had three and..." she looks away, blushing. "Hey don't worry, and don't get me wrong, you're hot, but you could stand to use a little meat on your bones," you tell her directly. Rebecca turns redder than before and her mouth opens as if she has something to say, but nothing comes out. You pass the cupcake over, and she bites into it. You can't help but smile as she looks at you with a little look of wonder on her face, licking the remaining chocolate off her lips. "Wow," she breathes, and a moment later she licks her lips again. "Don't worry, I won't share my secrets with anyone," you joke. Suddenly the bell rings, and Rebecca quickly packs up and starts to head out. As she stands up you notice her very thin belly just barely pushing against the button of her leather pants. You notice your cock start to harden in your pants, snaking down your thigh. Rebecca notices too, it's hard not to with how large it is, and she suddenly stops putting on her jacket and stares at your groin for a split second. "See you tomorrow?" You ask, breaking her out of her trance. "Y- yeah! See you tomorrow!" She replies, blushing furiously as she turns and quickly leaves the room. You chuckle as you watch her small ass hurry down the hall. The rest of the school day goes by uneventfully, you get the usual stares and bask in the attention, nothing unusual. What you're excited about, however, comes after school. "Alright, everyone! Welcome to tryouts!" shouts Coach. It's after classes for the day, and in front of you stands a small crowd of boys. You are the captain of the soccer team and are standing next to Coach looking at the crowd in front of you. You see a lot of returning faces, seniors, juniors, and sophomores that already made the team. They still have to try out, although their spot is virtually guaranteed. Among them, however, are new faces. A few upperclassmen, but mostly sophomores and freshmen. "Here's what we're gonna do..." shouts Coach to the crowd. As he drones on about how tryouts will be run, you look through the crowd of boys, and one catches your eye. He's short, standing at only about 5 foot 3. He has short brown hair and a very slim build, almost no muscle at all. He has soft features, and a nervous look on his face, as if he's worried something bad is about to happen. You can already tell that he won't make the team based on build alone unless he turns out to be some kind of wizard with the ball at his feet. However, the plans forming in your head for him don't involve soccer at all. Coach blows his whistle and everyone is separated into positions, keepers, defense, and offense. The boy you noticed earlier appears to be on offense, as he moves to the group that you're leading. As the captain, and forward of the team, you guide the group of returning and new players in a few simple drills, passing, shooting, the sort. You take mental note of each new player's abilities, considering how they'd pair with the current players, and their future potential. The boy you took notice of before does not look to have much potential. The ball gets tangled in his feet, his field vision is terrible, and he couldn't hit the broad side of a barn with his shot. That doesn't matter, however. You look at the tryout roster that Coach gave you and find him. "Sam" is the boy's name, he's a freshman. You can't help but smile. Later that night, you're meeting with Coach about who should make the team. You've got most of the open spots down when you come to Sam. "There's no way, right?" asks Coach. "I saw a lot of potential in him, I think he'd make a good addition to the team," you replied. However, you weren't talking about Sam’s potential as a soccer player. You meant... well you know what you meant. "Hmm, alright, I'll let this kid be your one pick for this year, but it's up to you to make sure he develops." Coach said back to you. "Oh he'll develop alright..." you think to yourself. You make your way back home after the meeting and go to sleep thinking that this year is going to be great. The next day begins the same as any other, you grab a quick breakfast and head to school. Your classes pass in a blur, with little attention paid, until you get to the class you were looking forward to, cooking. You see Rebecca already sitting in her seat next to you, reading, and as you sit down you glance at her and take in her outfit. She has low-waisted jeans on, and a crop top, showing off her flat tummy. “Good morning Rebecca,” you announce as you take your seat next to her. She looks up from her book at you, her large eyes magnified by her glasses, appearing surprised that you remembered her name. “Oh! H- hey Kevin! Good morning!” she stutters, albeit enthusiastically. Before your conversation can continue, "Today's food will be pasta!" declares the teacher, to which Rebecca's eyes light up. Although she says nothing, you can tell by her reaction that pasta is a favorite of hers. You chuckle under your breath and wonder how someone so small could have such joy for food. You begin working on the pasta, making it from scratch. Rebecca watches and helps out where she can, although you still end up doing most of the work. "Ah shoot," you say, looking at the uncooked past pile you've made in front of yourself. "What's wrong?" Rebecca asks. "I made way too much," you reply. "Guess I'll just make a big plate." The dish that you've been ordered to make with the pasta is alfredo spaghetti, for which you also make a very rich alfredo sauce. Occasionally you'll catch Rebecca out the corner of your eye dipping her fingers into the cheese sauce, and slowly sucking it off. You can't help but notice your cock hardening in your pants, and you try to focus on finishing the dish. You also notice Rebecca suddenly stiffen and quite obviously fail to not glance at your crotch every few seconds while blushing furiously. Finally, you finish the meal, a huge ** of spaghetti alfredo in front of you. You serve yourself some, and a bit more to Rebecca. "Thank you!" She says as she takes a bite. Her eyes widen, and she quickly takes another bite, then another. Soon her plate is wiped clean before you're even halfway done. "She's perfect," you think to yourself, then saying out loud "would you like some more?" She nods vigorously, blushing slightly, and you hand her an even larger serving. In the end, she eats four total servings of rich pasta, and although there is still much left, you are nonetheless impressed. "Oh -urp- I think I ate too much," she says, leaning back slightly in her chair and resting her hand on her belly, which now protrudes slightly again, a stray curve in her otherwise flat figure. You say nothing, instead focusing on trying to stop your cock from bursting out of your pants, it already being at full mast and reaching almost to your knee. Rebecca doesn't seem to notice, being in a stuffed state seems to have put her in almost a trance. Suddenly the bell rings, and you start to pack your things. "Ehem," you hear Rebecca catch your attention and turn to her. "Would you, help me up please?" she asks, still sitting back in her chair, her stuffed belly on full display. "Of course," you reply and help her to her feet. However, as you do, she stumbles slightly and ends up pressing her pert ass against your groin. You're quite a bit taller than her, and you flinch as you feel your cock press from the small of her back, against her ass, and slightly down her thigh. This seems to snap her out of her trance, a deep flush returning to her cheeks. She stays frozen for a second, no doubt feeling your huge cock pulse against her through your clothes. Suddenly she breaks away, her knees pulled together, "I - ah - um-" she stammers. "Don't worry about it," you say, a slight smile across your lips. You love to see them flustered. "Okay, see you tomorrow," she says quickly, and leaves in a hurry, although no doubt not as fast as she'd like due to the amount of food she's packed into herself. The rest of the day goes by uneventfully. After school, you have the first day of practice. As usual, you run the offensive drills, although today you intend to get to know your players a little better, starting with Sam. During a water break, you walk up to him, "Hi, I'm Kevin," you say to the panting Sam, who just finished some mediocre runs. He looks up to you, being nearly a foot shorter, and replies, "Hi, I-I'm Sam," he says with a slight waver in his voice. Perfect, he's nervous. You like to make them nervous around you. "You coming to the cafeteria after practice today? Our school is pretty prestigious so we can afford to keep it open late for the athletes, and it's buffet style, can't get much better than that," you ask Sam. He responds, "Yeah, sure, sounds good." He still seems to be out of breath. "See you later then, Sam." You say, and begin to jog back to the field. After the rest of the practice goes by, you find yourself at the cafeteria, joking with the new and returning players, celebrating the first practice of the season. As you look away from the rowdiness of your friends for a second, you notice Sam alone towards the end of the table, picking at a small plate of food. You decide to go over to him. "Pretty small plate you got there," you say to him, "not hungry?" "Not really," he replies, "guess I had a big lunch." "Come on, you can eat more than that!" you tell him, putting your hands on his shoulders. "Maybe I could," he responds. "You definitely could, and," you say, "you should as well. You're much too thin right now, you need to bulk up a little if you want to see any playing time," you tell Sam. "I-" he starts to protest. Your grip on his shoulders tightens slightly, and you bend down to his ear. "Listen to me," you command, your voice shifting from the suggestion of a friendly captain to a command from someone in a position of power, "you need to get something more to eat. I'm your captain and I said so, is that clear?" you whisper in his ear. "Yes," he replies weakly, a deep blush in his feminine cheeks, "Yes..." you hiss into his ear. "Yes, sir," he says shakily, eyes glazed over, legs pushed together. "Good!" you say cheerily, flipping off the switch, "now eat up!" you tell him. You return to the rest of the team, who were too busy being loud assholes to notice you even left. As you return to them, Sam scarfs down his food, almost in a haze, and gets up to return to the buffet. Towards the end of the night, much of the team has left, and it's only you and a few of the veteran players left talking. And, Sam. "What's up with him?" one of the other players asks, pointing towards Sam. Sam still sits at the end of the table, slowly moving his fork from the table to his mouth. You look him up and down and can clearly see the outline of his stomach, packed full of food, pressing against his t-shirt. "I dunno," you answer, "he's pretty quiet, and doesn't talk much." "Well, whatever, you ready to go?" they ask you. "Yup, one sec," you respond, and shout "Sam! Time to go." Sam looks up, looking as if he just became aware of his surroundings, and quietly stands up, walking past the rest of you as he heads for the exit. "Damn, he keeps eating like that and he's gonna bulk up," one of the other veteran players says. "Yes," you think to yourself, "yes he will."

Hi Everyone, I'm TheResplendency and I'm new here (kinda, as I've had accounts before but not had them for long), and I wanted to make a go of things this time. I'm a 20-something straight male feeder/feedee from the UK (more details on my profile), just looking to have a good time and maybe meet some people. I'm kinda shy and it's taken a lot of willpower just to make this introductory post (lol), but nonetheless, here I am. That's it really, just wanted to introduce myself to this great community of fat lovers, as it feels like it's time to expand my horizons a bit (pun intended). Have a good one.

Hey im new here and wanted to feel it out. Im a fa guy from utah. Im 41 years old

Hey Everyone! New to Curvage but not to Feederism lol I've been part of the community for about 5ish years now (started on **) and finally decided to join this site! I'm a 28M hetero feeder who's single and looking for a feedee in need of a good stuffing 😏 My hope is that I can find someone who is local or at least close to me since physically feeding someone and watching them grow fatter is my dream goal 🥵 Buuuuut since 2020 and the pandemic can eat a dick I know it's not likely lol Anyways, I'm glad to be here! I'm always up for chat about anything so feel free to shoot me a message or what have you if you're in the mood! Cheers!

Chapter 1 It had always been easy for me to be in a good shape. A very good shape. Since high school I was a lot into sports, athletics and rowing built my body in a nice, sculpted way. I used to be even too thin before all the activity put on several pounds of muscles on me, bringing my weight from a scrawny 120 lbs of a teenager to the solid 180 – 190 lbs man when I was in college, with broad shoulders, big pectorals and especially a six pack that more than a few girls appreciated openly. I didn’t need to watch what I ate. My metabolism had always been fast, and all the sports made it even wilder. If it was easy for me to keep my shape, I can’t say the same for my girlfriends. All of them complained of my eating habits rubbing off on them. Not that I was eating junk food, quite the contrary. I was simply eating often and I was always offering to share whenever I was getting something as a snack, on top of sharing similar portions for me and my girlfriends at lunch and dinner.. it just looked unfair to give them less than what I was getting for myself. Of the three girlfriends I had in my 20s, two gained close to 15 pounds in the time they spent with me, and the last one went up nearly 30 pounds in just a couple of years. Not that I minded too much, I actually ended up finding it cute. It was nice to see them developing a bit of curves on their fit bodies, getting soft, even growing a bit of a potbelly for the last one. I liked to see her gradually building a muffin top where her flat stomach used to be. I started seeing it as a sign of being happy, relaxing into a new relationship, letting down the guard a bit. It was definitely a sign of spending a lot of time with me, and having an influence on them. Definitely a sign of my eating habits having an impact on their waistline. I remember the pouts of each of them the day they couldn’t button their favourite jeans anymore or when they stepped on the scales and saw a number bigger than what they were hoping for, or coming back home after meeting a friend that genuinely commented on how “more relaxed” they looked after a year of stable relationship, which was a way to say they could spot the “happy pounds”. Especially I remember appreciating the round belly roll my last girlfriend had put on. You tend not to notice things which are happening gradually in front of your eyes, or at least you underestimate them. But it struck me one night as we were at a party and she was sitting on a sofa sipping a gin tonic with a couple of old friends, they were still all in a pretty good shape except for one, whose belly was bulging a bit too much over her waistband and her love handles were doing the same on her sides. “Wow” I thought looking at her “that’s a chubby girl, verging to fat..” Only an instant later I realised I was watching my own girlfriend. Probably the fact that she was sitting next to her fit friends made her new pounds looks more noticeable than usual. But looking at her big smile and soft tummy made me feel good.. my girl was definitely happy and relaxed. In my 30s little had changed, a part from being probably 10 - 15 pounds lighter, which put me at 170 lbs. I guess I was still very active, just not hitting the gym as much as before. My body was more or less the same, very muscular and sculpted, just a bit smaller. Which wasn’t bad, some girls had said that I was even too muscular before. And I started dating a new girl, Eva, my current girlfriend. She was a couple of years older than me, and she also was pretty active and very lean. I was wondering if she would have put on some weight too. Not that I was giving it too much importance, it was just that coming from my previous experiences I was nearly expecting it to happen sooner or later. I really liked her, I was struck by her determination, if she wanted something she would have gotten it, but at the same time she was very sweet and even maternal. We went along so well since the beginning, and many of our hobbies were the same, like hiking, camping, sea swimming.. I could see her determination at work when I was offering to share a piece of cake or a cookie. If she wasn’t hungry there was no way she was going to say yes. But most of my girls had been like that at the beginning, just to let the guard down slowly and by the time they realised how much my habits had rubbed off on them, they had already the beginning of a muffing top and belly roll spilling over their trousers. Not that I wanting to make them chubby.. It was just a natural consequence of being around me, which I ended up enjoying. Eva seemed to hold better than my previous girlfriends. Six months into dating she still hadn’t given into my habits at all. She got used to them, just she didn’t let them rub on her. She would prepare me something to snack on when I got home from work, or at mid morning or mid afternoon on weekends, but she wouldn’t get any food herself. And at lunch our portions were different. I remembered one of my ex girlfriends one day we had some of her girlfriends around for dinner. I gave everybody the same portion of pasta as I had for me, my girlfriend smiled at the look of her friends, for them it was clearly too much to handle while my girlfriend started eating and made a little joke “you see, I got used to eat as much as him but he is a 6 ft guy, no wonder I have grown this since I met him.” As she patted the little pot belly she had indeed grown. She wasn’t proud of it, but she got quite used to it, and she knew there was no point trying to hide a 30 pounds gain from her friends.. Eva was different. When I fill her dish as much as mine she would just scoop some into my dish, saying it is too much for her. If there were leftovers I used to split them between me and my girlfriend but again Eva was different. Whenever we have leftovers she would come with the pot at the table and ask for my dish to fill it up again, but very rarely she would have any. I guess that comes with her very determined character. But she can be also very sweet and caring. Many times she would say she is going to cook me something nice for dinner, especially if she knows I have a busy day at work. It’s nice to feel looked after, and she is definitely good at that. She is also very social and she likes to have our friends around for dinner. That’s a good excuse to make an extra effort in the kitchen. She is a pretty good cook anyhow, so our friends are always very happy to come. But even with our friends around she still makes me feel special. She is obviously happy to see people enjoying her food, but if there is any second helping she always offers it to me first. I remember her so many times pointing at my empty dish and saying with a mixture of determination and affection something like “Come here honey, there is some more for you”. I still offer her to get some herself rather than thinking just of me but she usually says something like “oh don’t be silly, you need some more, I’m fine.” And she didn’t limit herself to the meals we were having together. She extended her effort to make me have a nice home cooked lunch every day at work too. Every morning she was handling me a lunch box with pasta, or rice, or lasagne, a bit of fruit and a couple of biscuits or a snack. It was nice to feel pampered in such a way, and also it was great to avoid the canteen food, as it was not nearly as good as Eva’s food. That was our routine, but even a year into it I still felt special to her eyes and I was still feeling very lucky to have her in my life and looking after me so fondly. It was nice to get back home and have my girl welcoming me. “How was your day at work honey? Did you enjoy your lunch.. oh you ate it all, good job boy I was afraid I gave you too much.” Her portions were generous indeed but I was happy to show appreciation for all the time and the energy she was spending to take care of me. “I hope you still have some room left, I was thinking of having an early dinner and then watch a movie in bed.. we still have a slice of my mum’s cake we could have it for dessert.. do you like the plan?” I did like the plan. It was not so uncommon for us to have a very relaxed evening like that, but I loved it, there was something so comforting in it, plus there was usually also some action involved, because our sex life was still in full swing, and lying in bed watching a movie usually involved some activity under the covers. Her mum was also a good cook, and her cakes were never disappointing. We got our dessert in bed that night, Eva brought it in on a plate with some cream and only one little fork. “Are we not sharing?” I asked. It was a pretty big slice, it could have been enough for the two of us but she said she was ok “I’ll just have a bite but the rest is all for you hon.”. Again, nothing new. When it was time to turn off the light Eva cuddled up around me “Did you like it?” she asked as she started caressing me slowly “Yes, it was delicious” I answered. She stopped and looked at me perplexed, then she started laughing gently “I was asking about the movie.. were you still thinking of my mum’s cake? Oh, you’re getting such a foodie hon..” She looked genuinely surprised but also amused by our little misunderstanding. I was feeling a bit embarrassed because on second thought it was obvious she was asking about the movie, and nobody had called me a foodie before. That started a period of gentle teasing, just from time to time, nothing major. It could have been her saying something like “Here it is honey, dinner is ready, hope it’s good enough for my foodie”. Or in bed she could say “Did you like it sweetie.. I mean “the movie, not the cake!””. One night she added “..and the cake? Was it better or worse than my mum’s one? Think carefully before you answer this time!” She was obviously playful and she wasn’t really expecting an answer. She was cuddling up around me and she continued “I’m joking, I’m not in a competition with my mum, I know she is super good at cooking..” she had started caressing my tummy at that point which felt quite sensitive, maybe because we were talking about food, maybe because I was still quite full from dinner and the slice of cake Eva baked that time. “Oh Eva, you are an amazing cook too, I can definitely say that!”. She stopped again to look at me and said “Oh you are so sweet.. thank you!” She started caressing me again, on my tummy but quickly she moved down and a big smile appeared on her face “I see you’re pretty happy” she said as she was obviously proud of what was happening in my pants. I smiled back and closed my eyes as she slowly eased down her lean body on myself. We both were very happy!