29F

I knew what she meant by “we could try”. It was we could try to see if I’ll fit. We could try to see if I could handle the waddle from the car to the restaurant. We could try as in i may just be too heavy for this sort of thing now. The weight gain from the last year seemed to put me over the edge. Last year even though I was over 400 lbs it was still no problem. But now it’s a we can try.

So the next day we tried and I’m glad we did. It was the first time I had been out in a while. Getting in and out of the car was more of a challenge than it was last time. When we got to the restaurant I was glad to see that they still had the same seating arrangement with booths that had moveable tables. My wife got in her side first then pulled the table towards her. Then I got in. I have such a big fat spread now. When I sat down my ass and hips spread me the length of the bench seating. Then my wife pushed the table my way a little and it pressed into my stomach, so that half my belly was on the table and my tits resting on top of my belly fat.

“You fit, baby,” my wife said excitedly. A moment later the server was at the table. It was the same girl that used to serve us when we were regulars. She recognized my wife immediately then looked at me and her eyes said, “oh my you’re a big boy” but the words that came out were “long time no see. Great to see you again.”

After she took our order and left my wife looked at me. “Did you see that?” She said. “‘See what?”

“She was shocked by how fat I’ve made you.”

“What? Maybe she was shocked but why do you say it’s because she knows you are responsible?”

“Because I look happy. She saw how happy I look and saw how fat you’ve gotten. I saw the look she gave me after she looked at you.”

My wife is usually right about these things. I rarely challenge her on stuff like this or anything at all really.

When the server came back to the table with bibs and gloves she offered to put the bib on me. While she was doing so I could almost feel her taking in all my width. I looked at my wife and she still had this big smile on her face. A moment later our food came. Several bags of spicy cajun seafood. I got three lbs of shrimp just for myself and several orders garlic bread to soak up the sauce. We ate while guzzling down pints of cold beer.

I felt huge sitting there eating shrimp after shrimp. The fat on my upper arms jiggled every time I reached for my pint of beer. At one point my wife pinched my upper arm fat and smiled. “You’re such a piggie ordering three pounds,” my wife said. “I wonder if our server thinks you’re a piggie.”

“Probably,” I said. “I just don’t know when we are coming back.”

“Maybe only a couple more times,” she said. “Why a couple?” I said.

“Baby you’re getting so big. You’re going to be confined to the house sooner than you think. “

Then I felt my wife’s foot tapping on my fatpad under the table. She had slipped it out of her shoe and she was digging it into my fat. “Does that turn my piggie boy on?”

“Yes,” I said. “Does it turn you on?”

“You know it does,” she said. “When we get home i want you naked on the bed. I want to try to fuck you. I want to see if I can still get to your cock. But if I can’t I’m going to cum by straddling your belly and grinding on you. I’m going to cum so hard cuz I’m going to think about how you only have two more visits here because you’re getting so big.”

sure!

before i start i have to preface with some warnings; this gets pretty detailed and graphic regarding some of the health issues i had at the time. do not read if you are not okay with that please.

i was in a weird spot at the time; my husband had left me a couple months before all of this and i was exploring myself and who i was now that my marriage was over. a large contributing factor to that separation was feedism; my sexual needs just were not met with someone who wasn’t into it.

it started early in the week of Thanksgiving, Tuesday 11/20/18. i met a feeder online four years prior who had gotten me from just above 200lbs to 300lbs slowly but steadily. to this day the best feeder i’ve ever met, sincerely considerate and never once crossed any boundaries.

he came to me with a proposition the weekend prior; gain from 300lb to 350lb by the end of the year and i will fund it.

say less.

that Tuesday was the first time i ever video called with another feedist; it wasn’t the feeder that proposed and funded this challenge, instead it was a guy that pushed me to eat until i threw it all back up because he’s really into emetophilia, i didn’t really know the limits of my stomach so i let him.

however, that evening launched me into the most insane five weeks of my life.

when i woke up Wednesday morning i was somehow starving; despite not keeping anything down the night prior my stomach had still stretched out considerably. that on top of how insanely horny i was at the thought of packing on 50lbs by new years i spent the entire day shoveling in as much food as humanly possible. i didn’t count calories that day, just pushed myself to the absolute limit.

when i woke up Thursday i was impossibly hungry and ready to do it all again. i did the same thing as before, just as much food as humanly possible all day; i distinctly remember dinner being a large pizza, garlic knots, specialty chicken, lava cakes, and a 2 liter of soda from Domino’s.

when i woke up Friday i had a goal; 10,000 calories a day until the ball drops.

and that is exactly what i did.

every morning i would wake up and drink a pint of heavy cream for an easy 1600 calories to start the day right. i would swing by McDonald’s on my way to work and get two McGriddles and a large iced coffee. i’d get to work and have a blender bottle on my desk also full of heavy cream and sometimes condensed milk, i would either drink straight from it or add it to cups of coffee from the break room.

at lunch i would always order with my coworkers to have something delivered… but i would also leave on my lunch break and go back to McDonald’s for 4 McChickens and a large diet coke. then come back to the office and eat the lunch i had ordered with my coworkers.

after work i would swing through another drive thru, often McDonald’s once again. I’d get a couple sandwiches but nothing crazy, just a light snack to hold me over til dinner.

i would order massive feasts for delivery from Domino’s or I’d go back out after dark and order enough food for a family of 4. you guessed it, usually from McDonald’s.

to finish my night, i would drink another pint of heavy cream. totaling 3200 calories of straight fat every single day.

the weight piled on rapidly; new stretchmarks were appearing daily.

this is where i should put a disclaimer. this is all 100% true, every single detail is lived experience. i know it sounds insane. it was. i have literal scars to prove it. one feedist saw me do it live and in person, in the flesh, i believe he follows me on here so if you’re reading this G, please corroborate.

i gained 10lbs a week through the end of the year. i was cumming harder than i ever had before. my entire life was consumed by food and gaining.

i did not have a bed to sleep in at the time; there were some other issues i was dealing with that made it so i had to sleep in a recliner in my living room.

because i was gaining so rapidly and sleeping with my legs below my heart, i developed extremely bad edema. my legs were so swollen they started to weep a clear liquid; i would put on a pair of leggings and they would be soaked from the knee down before i even left the house. my shoes were soaked. i developed ulcers on my shins that just would not heal, the skin almost looked necrotic but they would just weep all day every day with no relief and stick to anything i tried to wear.

mid-December i was bursting out of my clothes. most of the weight i gained went straight to my belly. i went on a little shopping spree at Torrid and had to buy all 5’s and 6’s for the first time.

my mobility suffered at this point as well. i couldn’t do much of anything without getting red-faced and winded within a minute of moving. i had a step tracker at the time and was only walking about 200 steps a day, literally the bare minimum for me to go to work and come home.

i had no time for my body to adjust to the weight so i developed a heavy waddle. my back absolutely killed me.

i swear some days i woke up actually feeling fatter and looking fatter. it was the absolute hottest thing i have ever done and probably ever will do. i started at about 303lbs and landed at 357lb on New Year’s day. my gains didn’t actually slow down til i was in the mid 360s despite my efforts to pump the brakes.

would i do it again? absolutely not. i was in excruciating pain and the ulcers on my legs did not stop for an entire year (after i gained another 50lbs in an 8 week period but we ain’t talking about that [even tho i still have all the content i made from that gain lol])

but if i went back in time i would not change a thing except better leg elevation and compression. i do not regret it for a second; it’s what shaped me as a feedist and i’m grateful i was able to do it, i don’t have pics from when it was really bad but the scars i have today are still evident.

so yeah! that’s the story! sorry it’s super rambling, i sincerely hope it was coherent, now i gotta go clean my toys so i can take care of myself cause lord 🥵 thems some intense memories, my only regret is i deleted 99% of the pics and videos i took at that time.

here’s a couple more pics; one is my cart at the grocery in early December, the other is a screenshot of the weight gain calculator i used from the same week when i realized i didn’t have to eat 10k a day, i could make it happen with 7k a day but the former sounded much better (read: hotter) to me

Even when I'm not home I have the need to show off my fat belly, so there it is 😅

They're PJs but I'd love to wear similar clothes outside. With my big tummy exposed, hanging over way too short shorts...

I thought it was time to start working out...well attempt too 🫣

My OF is 50% off again this week, still some time to sub before my new workout video drops into your inbox tonight 🥰

I love getting fed ….