Vicarious Eater

I am a 29 year old male who has always been a bit soft, been away for a while found the account and im back. Currently using this blog as a journal and to interact with like minded adults.

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interests

Feeding, Stuffing, Bloating, weight gain, stretch marks, tight cloths, teasing, encouraging, light humiliation, and mutual gaining

On the edge (more for fantasy)

Immobility and slob

Not Interested

Mpreg, death feedism, health play, vore, vomit,

I am single, not expecting anything from this on tumblr. I’m from the North East and open to LDR and moving at some point relationship or not

From our first date to our one year anniversary there’s been a question that’s followed us. It’s never directly asked to you or even me but we hear it in the whispers of “polite” society, where the only thing polite is just adhering to the social norms. But it’s always asked “What does she see in him?”

On the outside we are a fairly normal couple if not a little to sweet with each other that some find it saccharine. We go out to eat, see movies and shows, and even picnic in the park. Even though I take a little longer to get there and even longer to leave, the question follows.

When they see a small and fit woman who’s body shows the effort of her work hanging off a large soft man that people think has taken no effort in his body at all, they let the question slip in a soft whisper enough to show they shouldn’t be judging but still do. What they don’t know is the difference between you and them.

He was made to be fat. From the first days you saw him, he was just out of shape. A light layer of soft fat was forming on his body and he was eating like he didn’t care. She didn’t know that he was also slowly coming to the same conclusion as her on his own. He was made to be fat.

They started out dating as normally as any others besides a buffet for a third date. By that point he made it known that they shared the same idea by making a show of the buffet with the unintentional encore of having to wait in the car for the food to settle before he could manage to get back out.

After that they both agreed that it’s only natural for his waistline to expand and his body to soften. And one year later, a few new stretch marks, and couple dozen pounds heavier they both head back to their favorite date spot the buffet to see if he can out do their first time here. After all

He was made to fat

When it’s time to eat there’s always ordering food but we also are not shy about cooking together as well. It doesn’t matter who’s cooking we’re both in the kitchen, of course there’s the nights where I stay in the living room planted on the couch and you feed me until I’m straining and breathless that’s not every night. Even if I have to pull a chair to the counter I’m eager to help and chat and of course taste test, and you help me in all the same ways and maybe more. We make a show of it not because we have to but because it’s fun and enjoyable.

When the meal is done and we’ve clean up all be it at a slower, heavier pace. It’s time to relax, the time when we share and enjoy the silence of each other’s focus only broken up by stifled hiccups and burps. Maybe we watch a show anything from trashy reality to deep documentary’s. Or we play a game of some sort, we take our time to bond either in our shared experiences or sharing our own experiences together. Of course during this time there’s will be snacking the will eventually lead to dessert.