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Queer, queer, queer

This post is about how the persecuted odd duck can persecute the even odder duck.  Me being a feeder and all qualifies me for the ‘even odder duck’ category.

Gainer Dairy, Day 1:  I've got a long way to go; but it'll be one hell of a ride!!

Gainer Dairy, Day 1: I’ve got a long way to go; but it’ll be one hell of a ride!!

I was recently visiting the personal ‘site of a rather prominent celebrity (whom I shall decline to identify) who is — if you’ll allow me to use this expression — outspokenly gay.  We all hear lots of talk about queers who are “in the closet” (more on that later in this post) and about how some have managed to find a way around their shame and fear and have “come out” of the closet and there are certainly lots and lots of queer folk who will assure you that it’s much better to be out of the closet than in it.

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It’s Actually Half and Half

Let me address this post to you, the gorgeous, gorgeous, super-sexy woman who’s had an absolutely FABULOUS time over the past weeks, taking full advantage of these irresistibly fattening holidays of non-stop feasting.  Celebrate!?  You sure did!!

See what a girl can do when she puts her mind to it?

See what a girl can do when she puts her mind to it?

What a vixen you are!! You started munching on Thanksgiving Day and you’re only just now slowing down.  You’ve rocketed that daily calorie count into the stratosphere and now you’ve got the figure to show for it.  It must be so much fun, checking yourself out in the mirror every morning after your shower…

[Man!  I better cool off…]

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Ma Cherries Amour

So, now that I have decided to subscribe to Cherries’ Big Cuties’ page I can share with you, little by little, what I can learn about myself while I appreciate her lovely, young fat body.  Of course, being the kind of guy I am, I can’t spend too much time appreciating a woman’s body without taking time to consider that the person I’m oogling is an actual human being.  Furthermore, I can’t spend much time considering an actual human being — particularly an actual human female — without becoming more and more interested in her.  In her personality, you might say.  I want to know a woman’s mind, and her heart and her soul.

I've added a lot of calories to my diet over the past twenty one months and I think they look great on me.  They certainly FEEL great!!

I’ve pigged out on a TON of calories since I started gaining.  Don’t they look great on me? They certainly FEEL great!!

What I’d love to know is how she came to be one of the very, very few women around who actually made a concerted effort to get fat.  I certainly wish there were more!

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Face Stuffing

The best advice I know, if you want to get fat, is to eat … and eat … and eat.

If you only eat when you’re hungry and stop eating when you’re full you’re never going to reach your full potential.  Those are the kind of habits you have to break, because they’re bound to keep a girl skinny.  If you want to be the fat woman you’ve always dreamed of being you have to discipline yourself to keep eating even after you’re full.  Think you can’t put another bite into your mouth?  Yes you can!  No pain, sweetie, no gain.  And gain, as we all know, is what you want.

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Misunderstood and Maligned

I might have been born a feeder.  I can clearly remember, at the tender age of seven, getting a boner while watching a television depiction of a woman getting fat.  I didn’t realize, at first, what a weirdo that made me.  It wasn’t until later, when I was old enough to actually talk to other males about sex, that I learned how perverted my desires are.  Imagine me as a stupid kid, innocently mentioning the thrill I get whenever I hear about female weight gain.  Imagine the reaction I got from others!  I learned pretty fast that feederism is something you keep to yourself — a lesson which, unfortunately, only serves to sentence a young man to a life of isolation and shame.  It seems to me, looking back, that if I hadn’t been a feeder I might have been a happy, popular, sexually and emotional well adjusted person.  I might even have been able to have actual relationships with actual girls.

 

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There, that’s what I was talking about…

I’d like you all to at least know what I’m talking about when I talk about feederism on the ‘net.  I just watched a YouTube movie about a girl eating a cupcake.  I found the movie to be very gratifying!

Yet I want more!

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Welcome to the Club! … (the club of the unwelcome)

Never doubt that feederism is more about sex than it is about food.  It’s about sexuality and, what’s more, It’s about the kind of sexuality that most people find repulsive.  Feederism isn’t as hideous as an attraction to children; but I kind of think it’s worse than an attraction to members of the same sex.  If you come out as gay there’s sure to be a bunch of lame brains who’ll say some hateful shit; but a lot of people will be welcoming and understanding — people will even commend you for being courageous.  It don’t work like that if you’re a feeder, not these days anyway.

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Big-Kini Dreams

If I won the lottery or something; in other words, if I had money to burn, I’d open up an on-line store for women’s clothing and call it Big-Kini (or Bigkini) Fashions.  I suppose you can guess from the name (or from the fact that you read about Bigkini in a post on this blog!)  that our aim would be to provide fat girls with oodles and oodles of sexy and attractive clothes in larger sizes.  If we end up marketing a supply of clothes that well exceeds the demand, so be it.  The fantasy is that I’d have money to burn.  I wouldn’t have to worry about making a profit, so I could concentrate on what I really care about: which is the celebration (and promotion!) of female obesity.

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Judgment

I always expect — and I think this is more than just paranoia — that people will hate me and be disgusted by me if I open up about my feederist fantasies.  Well, that’s they’re problem — or maybe that’s your problem.  My problem is learning how to stop beating up on myself for being a feeder.

Back when I was in my twenties, I was lucky enough to become intimate with a sweet, smart, affectionate, sexy woman of my own age.  Like just about every woman in America, weight was problematic for her.  She was 5 foot 5 and weighed 120 lbs, which probably doesn’t sound like much of a problem but it was.  “I have to starve myself all the time,” she told me, “or I gain weight — and whenever I gain, even if it’s just three or four pounds, everyone in my family notices.  ‘You’re getting fat’, they all say, ‘better lay off the potato chips’.  It makes me so mad!  It makes me want to eat a huge bag of potato chips in front of them.”

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Itching to Get Started

** NOTE **  If the idea of a candid discussion about masturbation grosses you out, you really should skip this post.  Forewarned is forearmed!

I was already addicted to masturbation before I realized that anyone else in the world had stumbled upon the practice.  I was addicted before I even knew the word ‘masturbation’ — or even knew that there was a word for this thing I was doing and couldn’t resist doing again, and again, and again.

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