#femalefatadmirer

[distinguishedblizzardtraveler]

Can confirm, that this is very true. FFA's get bombarded with every slim guy and "puff gut" wanting their help to get "huge" but most guys who start off that small, never stick to it, and chicken out. Or some that gain 50lbs and then want to go back to how they were. FFA's don't want to waste their time with being part of a start-up project. They want to be with someone who is into it, because they want it for themselves. Btw gaining a considerable amount of weight on your own also shows initiative and that you can do it on your own.

From my experience, while I gained unintentionally, I never really got any attention from female feeders, even when I was in the 200s. It was when I was past 250 and into my 270s, when I actually started getting attention from FFA's.

Btw, a great idea is to also show you have a life outside of this kink, oh and to learn how to dress and look sharp for your size. Women love that (even when kink talk can be the opposite).

#FFA #FemaleFatAdmirer #LookingforAFeeder #BHM #Gainer

How did you get a feeder? I feel like it’s impossible 😭

🚨THIS IS WHAT EVERY SSBHM/BHM WONT TELL YOU!!!🚨

You gotta get fat fat! Prepare to do it on your own for a LONG TIME! You gotta gain over 150lbs you’ll need to post to get your name out there! Also dont lonely post or post from saltiness thats a mistake I wish I didn’t make! Dont try and come up with witty messages a good female feeder will approach you buh she wont until you are over 290-350lbs.

Honestly, from my experience, the women who are brave enough to message you first blossom into the best relationships because you know that they are into you. The issue with messaging a bunch of female feeders is that they already get crème blasted with 1 million messages and if they don’t automatically fall in love with you at first sight then you’re really gonna have to work extra hard when there’s already 2700 other dudes in DM‘s who are just as fat as you. I would also work on your life and be more interesting than just the fetish from my experience. Having some thing that you are proud about in life is extremely helpful. you will have to message other feeders and reach out to them. Just be prepared to be left on read almost all the time.

Be prepared to be just a fetish for most female feeders or FFA. A lot of them are still dealing with deep, seated insecurities, and often a can project that onto you and make you feel like you’re not enough I’m here to tell you when you do get this big that you are enough and you do deserve love don’t let ghosted texts other things get to you go and put that energy towards something productive and make yourself more interesting for the next person who comes along! I hope this helps you. I hope you listen to my advice. This is the game that no one’s gonna tell you and I’m glad to share this with you.

When you do find a feeder, I can tell you it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. There are ebs and flows and ups and downs be prepared to fight for the person that you care about regardless of how hard it gets no matter how complicated it gets. remember how much you love the time you spend with them, I hope this helps!

[fatdaddy2pointo]

I just need to be fed and fucked right now.

#ssbhm #feedist #feeder #hornyaf #thirsty

#cupcakes #cookies #bellyworship #femalefatadmirer #hotgirlsfatguys

[bigfatbob4you]

Part nine, fatty love. #FatHearts #FatValentines #SSBBW #SSBHM #Fat #FFA #FemaleFatAdmirer

[alternative-ffa]

Your wet burps; escaping from your gluttonous belly echoed on the walls. You were over 800lbs, but you weren't aware of that. Once you had hit 500, and outgrew the scale, you stopped caring what the number was. God only knows what you would think if you knew just how much weight trapped you in your bed.

But would you care? You binged every day... getting constant deliveries at the door.

You could barely get out of your bed. If it weren't for the handle hanging from the ceiling and your bariatric walker, you'd be trapped, and unable to get the food that's delivered to your door. But this concept excited you. You wanted to be trapped. Stuck on your bed due to your morbid obesity.

The only issue was loneliness. Yes, eating constantly, rubbing and massaging your fat, was such a pleasure that you didn't even mind the loneliness. Until you were so full that you'd do anything for female attention. Stuffing yourself to an extreme was a pleasure in and of itself... but what if there was a sexual opportunity? What if there was a woman who loved how fat you were? Who would feed you and rub you and fuck you?

You shook the idea from your mind. After all, it was impossible, right?

You couldn't even reach your dick. It was hidden under the fat of your crotch, like a button on a pillow. And even if you could dig through the fat to reach it... your belly prohibited it. Hundreds of pounds of belly fat reached to your knees... there was no way to reach under. You'd eat to the point of a coma, imagining what it would be like to have your dick sucked as you lay there floating in and out of consciousness.

Your imagination was adequate... but not good enough to really experience it in your mind.

You burped again. The noise aroused you. But you kept floating in between consciousness and unconsciousness.

You knew there was no chance, but you tried to reach your dick. You began to rock your body back and forth to get momentum to roll on your side. You wanted to touch yourself desperately, and you groaned and grunted as you tried to roll yourself. Once you were on your side, you dug under your belly. One hand tried to pull the belly fat out of the way, while the other desperately reached for your crotch. You began to elicit noises of frustration. You needed to touch yourself, you wanted to ejaculate. You had always been able to do it before... but your weight gain kept increasing. You had reached the point where you couldn't touch yourself anymore. A scream of sexual frustration was released. You couldn't reach.

Your only option? Continue to eat. Fill yourself with calories. Become so full that the sensation alone aroused you to potential completion.

You won't be able to finish yourself... but didn't you know? Your appetite, your gluttony, your extreme desire to become as fat as possible... it was your choice.

Becoming so fat that your dick became an undiscovered country? You never thought of that as an eventually. But, it aroused you.

You can't touch yourself... but you have enough fat that you can jiggle the fat pad covering your manhood. You grab the fat around your dick and jiggle it as much as you can. You feel the fat rubbing against your penis... and you speed up your efforts. Your legs shake with pleasure, and the thigh fat jiggles. Those rolls making up your thighs begin to wave into the fat of your crotch. You keep the motion going... desperate to ejaculate. And suddenly you succumb to the pleasure of cumming. Moans escape your lips as your hips buck with fulfillment.

You come back to reality... satisfied.

Except... how are you going to clean your cum covered crotch? You can't reach it.

But that's a problem for later.

[alternative-ffa]

I want to spoil you. To shower your fat gorgeous body with attention and love. I want to do everything for you.

I know you're not used to it. You have only received negative attention when it comes to your extreme size. You tend to see any positive attention as disingenuous.

I'm not very good at articulating my attraction. To me, bringing attention to how big you are is the best compliment I can give. I have to remind myself that most people don't see it like that.

Emphasizing just how large you are is my instinct. I know not to tell you directly, but my big mouth after a few drinks has me praising your beautiful body to mutual friends. I've been so involved in the fetish community that praising your obesity is normal for me. But that kind of praise is too easily misinterpreted. It's too easily seen as an insult... or worse... that I'm insane for being attracted to you for your size. Or I'm dangerous, as if I'd encourage bad habits and prevent you from choosing healthy options for my own sexual desire.

A fat fetish is a mutual effort. A partner who enjoys his size is necessary.

I write dark stories. Knowing that my audience (and my partner) loves it as much as I do. But, in reality, most big men outside the fetish would be horrified by it. My attraction might be good for a one night stand, but never a long term relationship if the man hates his obesity.

In fantasy, a man who hates his size is sexy. But in reality, I would never encourage it.

We have a responsibility with our attraction. We can't use someone for their weight if they aren't attracted to it as well. ♡

[alternative-ffa]

"Too fat to move."

It's just a sentence. Basic. But the concept itself is the sexiest thing I can imagine in a man.

To have the luxury of just even viewing someone that huge... someone that impossibly fat: it's not something I've been blessed with. The eye candy that would provide.... I'd get poisoned by the sugar. ♡

And even if I did have that opportunity; would he truly believe that I find his gigantic fat body attractive? It's a fine line. Telling a very fat man that he's gorgeous because of his weight can be unbelievable. It can be taken as sarcasm, as a joke, as a mean thing to say... because how could that be?

Extreme fat is the only thing that arouses me. I'd do anything to be with a morbidly obese man. To shower his body with physical attention. To touch every inch of fat. To jiggle every roll. To gently tease every stretch mark.

But it's not to be. I can only find that glimmer of joy through my fantasy.

I'm The Great Pretender... adrift in a world of my own...

Years of make believe. Years of only finding arousal through my own imagination.

Is it ever to be? A very fat man, just for me?

[alternative-ffa]

I want you immobile.

Desperately dependant on me for everything.

But it's what you want too. To be too fat to move. Too fat to speak without mumbling. Too fat to breathe.

Your only hobby is eating. Every calorie you consume arouses you. You don't want to waste any as you lick all your plates clean after every meal.

You want immobility. You want to be completely dependent.

Just keep eating. Your dreams are within your reach... because dreams are the only thing you can reach at this point.

[alternative-ffa]

Being with the same person for decades creates a sense of security. At this point, you're both partners in life and all effort goes into helping the other.

Jacob liked to message his wife Bethany when she was outside having a smoke or on the phone with friends. He would tease her with with his requests, hoping they would be inciting and arousing enough for her to come back in the house and play with him and his fat body. It was 8am and Bethany had sneaked out of bed, not to wake him. He took up over half of the king sized bed, using body pillows as dams for his obese body. He loved being fat.

This particular morning, he was messaging her to create a grocery order, daring her to get the most fattening items she could find - knowing that she would be insistent that he finished everything before it went bad. Her strategy was to get all perishable items, like cakes from the bakery instead of brand name cookies. It forced him to consume everything quicker.

Life over the last decade had thrown them curveballs. Having met on a fat fetish website, everyone looked forward to their updates, as they were quite active in the community. They were sure that Jacob was going to be impossibly huge, given his discovery of a female feeder at his disposal so early in life, and his sincere sexual desire to become too fat to move.

But life with the fetish isn't always the perfect fantasy. Jacob had to deal with the usual stress of life and would put his gaining on the back burner. His girlfriend (at the time) and feeder, Bethany, would always defer to what he wanted. If life became too stressful, and becoming fatter was the last thing on his mind, she never pushed it.

Life went back and forth. It was either, "feed me until I scream for help" or "I don't want to think about it".

She adapted to his mood throughout the years.

At this point life had taken a turn again. He worked from home and his gluttony began to take over. Bethany loved this. He found joy in getting groceries delivered. But he enjoyed it way more when she made the shopping list. She would order pastries and cakes and heavy cream on top of the usual order. He always had the last say, but would almost order her to create a grocery list of all the items she wanted him to consume.

He was obvious with his hints. An Amazon package arrived one day with a huge funnel and tube. She opened the box and raised her eyebrow as she asked, "planning on having a beer chugging party?"

He put his hands on his belly and chuckled as he said, "... not beer..."

As mentioned previously, he was obvious with his hints. Given the funnel and tube he ordered, she knew to add heavy cream... and given the holiday season, eggnog, to the list.

She secretly loved him working from home. He ate constantly. She wanted to see him get as big as possible, so she knew the tricks. He'd ask what food there was in the house. She'd give him a basic answer and deny his request for take out. He would grunt annoyingly as he created some kind of gigantic meal from the leftovers in the house. Then, once he finished his meal, she would order food. He didn't pick up on the strategy, but since he enjoyed it, he didn't care to. Time passing was a thing he didn't seem to notice, especially when it came to his appetite. She'd order food right after he finished a feast. He would stuff himself thoroughly with the order, then be confused why he was so full. She'd have to remind him, "well, you did finish a big meal before take out arrived."

He always looked surprised... "you mean, that wasn't hours ago? I... I'm still hungry."

She would smile and say, "you want something sweet now, don't you?"

He'd lick his fat lips and burp loudly, then say, "yes, ice cream. Sprinkle cinnamon on top, it's healthy."

Bethany would laugh with that statement. A full bowl of vanilla and chocolate ice cream, spilling over the edges, and yet... adding cinnamon would make it healthy? She didn't care. If he wanted to believe that, he could. She just wanted him to get fatter.

She placed a grocery order... enough for a family of five - knowing it was going into a belly of one. Since he fluctuated in his gaining desire over the last decade, she knew this was the open window to make him huge. But she had to do it quickly... given his speedy change in mindset over the years.

At over 350lbs, Jacob was big in the scheme of things. But it wasn't nearly big enough. His whole life he had the desire to become too fat to move. Even as a child, he played games where he was too big to leave the plastic play house during recess. It was just a hint of his adult desire to become immobilized with fat.

She played with him mentally; making sure he ate so much that he was surprised it even happened. He'd eat a full meal and forget so easily that she could trick him into eating a second or third lunch. Daylight savings time helped. It got dark so much earlier that even though he had eaten a full, multiple plate, dinner... darkness fell and she could convince him that it was hours ago, as she presented him with another couple plates of food.

She didn't feed him, because she didn't need to. He would eat himself into a coma without her help. Feeding him was a treat... and he had to be laid on his back, belching loudly to make room, before she even considered it. She wanted him to beg. Him, laying on his recliner, stuffed like a hog, burping every few minutes, rubbing his belly... lifting it with his fat hands to drop it, just watching it jiggle down, teasing his fatpad which surrounded his dick.

She'd watch from the couch. If he ate this well without needing to be fed, then she'd wait until he couldn't eat any longer before she stepped in.

This was one of those nights. The funnel he had ordered sat on a chair in the living room, not being used. Bethany was waiting for the perfect moment. On this particular night, Jacob had consumed so much food that he was lapsing in and out of consciousness in his recliner. She looked over at him and smiled. She knew this was her chance to sneak into the kitchen and make a quick weight gain shake to surprise him. She wanted him to wake up with the tube in his mouth, helpless to stop the fattening fluid as it filled his already stuffed belly. While she combined the heavy cream, weight gain powder, ice cream, and milk in the blender; she realized a surprise was impossible with the inevitable noise. She shrugged her shoulders and thought, "well, I'm sure hearing the blender and noticing the funnel is no longer on the chair will be surprise enough for him."

When she turned it on to mix up his 5000 calorie shake, she heard him snort in the living room - obviously waking up suddenly. But he stayed silent.

She poured the shake into the funnel, being sure to block the tube with her thumb once it was filled. A little bit spilled in the sink, but given that this was her first time filling up a feeding funnel, she wasn't too bothered by it. Balancing the shake in the funnel, she tip toed back into the living room. His eyes met hers immediately. He looked greedy, and ready to go above and beyond to chug it down. When they made eye contact, neither had to say anything.

Bethany had already taken her arms out of her bathrobe so she could hold the tube and funnel, so it was easy as she dropped her bathrobe to reveal a dark navy blue, baby-doll style lingerie set. His hungry eyes sparked with a sexual hunger on top of his permanent gluttonous hunger, and they darted back and forth from her to the funnel she held.

She approached him and placed her hand on his belly. It was still hard and bloated from what he had eaten throughout the day. She was about to place the tube into his excited mouth, but instead asked, "You're still very full. Are you sure you can fit this?"

There was a hint of teasing in her voice, almost daring him.

His fat hand reached up and grabbed the tube from her. He wasn't quick enough to get it into his mouth and a little bit of the shake fell onto his breasts, but he didn't care. He closed his eyes and drank as fast as he could as she held the funnel up above him. It only took a few minutes until the funnel was half empty. He reached for the tube, placing his thumb on the end of it to save what was left. A loud wet belch escaped his lips. He groaned. His free hand reached down to his swollen belly and he pressed it, forcing more air out with every burp. Bethany could only watch as she held the funnel up above him. She wanted to stand between his legs, hovering over his huge body - leaning over him, kissing and rubbing his fat as she teased the sensitive flesh deep between his rolls. She almost decided to put the funnel back in the kitchen, balancing it on something to keep the other half of the shake in it. But Jacob grabbed it again before she could make the decision. He swallowed as quickly as he could. Luckily the funnel itself was transparent - he would look up at it every few seconds to see how much was left. As the fattening fluid disappeared down the funnel, he seemed to get more greedy, gulping it down faster and faster.

Finally he couldn't take it anymore. There was still a little bit of the shake in the tube, but he could feel the fullness in his belly and the pain of being so gluttonous that he could barely breathe. He had to stop. The small amount left fell down his chins and he dropped the tube. Luckily Bethany still held the funnel, and she caught it before the droplets fell on the floor.

Holding it in one hand, she leaned down towards Jacob. He continued to belch and she quickly rubbed what she could of his belly as she said teasingly, "You out-did yourself. I'll be right back fat boy."

He moaned. He loved when she called him fat. The more derogatory, the better. He wanted to be called a pig, a glutton, a fat fuck - and every time she indulged his enjoyment of humiliation, he found himself pulsing with pleasure.

She came back into the room with a wet paper towel and gently began to clean off the cream that fell from the tube. It dribbled down his lips, flowing down his chins. Bits of it were in-between his fat hairy breasts. She was erotic with her cleaning - teasing his nipples as she seductively told him what a messy fat hog he was. She had cleaned him thoroughly, but he was, yet again, floating in and out of a food coma. He sensed her walking away and jolted awake. She held up the dirty paper towel and assured him, "I'm just throwing this out, I'll be right back."

She heard the slight squeek of the recliner as he laid his head back down again.

She threw out the paper towel in the kitchen, then momentarily reflected on the last hour. She was lucky. The desire to be with such a gigantic man was rare - nevermind finding a man who would do anything to become as fat as he could. She had fattened men up before, when she had first discovered her unusual desire. But they didn't enjoy it. They did it for her attention, and not because they wanted it as well. As a result, they didn't gain nearly the amount she was attracted to, and the relationships never lasted. She smiled, knowing she chose the right man over a decade and a half ago. He was right there, laying in their living room, burping and moaning. She knew he was rubbing his belly without even needing to look into the room.

Another thought crossed her mind in this short reverie... his dreams. She was a light sleeper, and many times over the years she'd hear him groan in his sleep and whisper, "I'm so fat. More... more..."

She would always awake suddenly, but smiled. How lucky to have a man who really dreamed of being obese; who had no limit to how fat he wanted to get.

It had only been a few seconds, but in her brain, she thought she was standing in the kitchen dreaming for at least a couple minutes. Him moaning in the other room brought her out of her daydream and reminded her that he deserved a belly rub. She withheld it when he didn't eat enough. A slight dominance within her made sure that his reward of physical and sexual pleasure had to be earned.

She walked back into the living room and stood at his feet. He was reclined as much as he could be. His thick fat hands were already engaged in vigorously massaging his impossibly full stomach. His eyes were closed and she watched. He was so full that he wasn't exactly conscious. It reminded her of his dreams... and she wanted to say, "Yes, you are fat. And you're getting so much fatter."

She couldn't resist. Tip toeing over to his side she whispered this into his ear. He smirked and opened his eyes. She was leaning over him and he looked at her pert breasts almost spilling out of the lingerie. He reached with his fat hand and grabbed one. Moaning he said, "come closer."

She stepped away from his side and moved between his legs. Being reclined blocked her, so he grabbed the remote and lowered the foot rest. She moved closer, her hands on his thighs. He reached down and lifted his belly. The fat of his groin hid most of him, but she saw the head of his dick, hard and pulsing, almost trying to escape the fat that encased it. She got on her knees... and his eyes were wide with excitement.

[alternative-ffa]

He's huge. I can't stop staring. I know that I have to, because there's no way he's going to interpret my looks in a positive way.

I wish there was some kind of obvious sign for us fat admirers to give to the big men out there. But there isn't.

And some would take it negatively. "Oh, you're attracted to me because I'm fat? I hate being fat, so there must be something wrong with you for liking it."

That's the fear.

...

I arrived at the office building, holding my coffee with my purse across my chest. I saw him there in the hallway, waiting for the elevator, stuffed into a suit that certainty didn't fit him. I desperately wanted to stare at his huge belly... but I knew better.

I stood beside him, also waiting for the elevator. But, I couldn't even manage small talk. Just a cordial smile.

The elevator arrived and we both got on. I felt the elevator floor shake when he entered. The doors closed and he asked, "what floor?"

He had already hit the button for the fourth floor; where I was going. So I smiled and said, "same floor."

We stood there in silence, as the elevator slowly moved upwards. I hate silence. I had to say something. We both had our coffees in our hands and I raised mine and said, "Gotta have Dunks before work, right?"

He smiled at me, obviously nervous. And he said, "Yup!"

The doors opened. I said, "Have a good day!"

But I wasn't sure whether he would head left or right. I just moved to get away from the awkwardness. I'm a pretty quick walker and went to the left to get to my office door. I could hear him lumbering behind me. I wanted to turn around and watch this big man waddle his way to whatever office he was headed for. But I knew that wouldn't help anything. So I walked quicker... taking a turn down a hallway, I finally lost him.

It's a new office for us. I run into new people each day. All I can hope is that I run into this big man again.

But even if I did... what would be the benefit? I wouldn't be able to say, "Oh, by the way, I think your body is beautiful."

Can you even imagine if I did?

[alternative-ffa]

FAT is not a negative word. ♡