The idea of gaining happy relationship weight and everyone being happy for me is really scratching that feedee brain itch.
I meet someone and we hit it off, I’m telling everyone how well it’s going. “Oh they cook for me!” “They remember my favorite snacks!” “They bring me food so I don’t have to worry about cooking!” And I’m putting on 10lbs in the first month or so. My friends and family see me sooo happy, so they don’t comment on some extra pounds, if they even notice.
As things go on longer, maybe I notice and ask about their tendency to feed me when they cook big meals. Maybe to over-feed me, I’ve been going to bed absolutely stuffed because the food is so good. 20lbs creeped up on me, and while that might be embarrassing, they have more to grab onto 🥰
But now I’m waking up starving. And now that sleepovers have started, we trust each other more, I’m waking up to breakfast. On a lazy day, or even before work, they would have me absolutely spoiled. 30lbs now. It’s embarrassing that I’m not able to button up the pants from our first date. When they tell me they’re a feeder, my ears perk up. If they wanted me to get fatter, I wouldn’t dare protest. After all, their food is the most addicting taste I’ve ever savored.
6 months into our relationship and I’m +45lbs, working up to 50. Maybe they end up being a bit more active once my belly takes up more of my lap. They see how much I adore the attention and set me a goal weight of gaining 80 before the year is up.
I’d be loving it, getting fatter and outgrowing everything. First just clothes, later chairs or positions.
Getting fatter and being a pig has become more of a life goal than it ever would’ve been without my loving partner. 🥰 maybe people start to feel like it’s going too far, I’m getting too comfortable. But it’s too late. 😈