Subtlefeeder
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~BBW, Eating, Romance, ~SWG - Lonely FA learns the nuances of encouragement
Lynn and I began dating several years ago. I had recently gone through a divorce and all of my friends were trying to set me up with women to help me take my mind off of my problems. My one buddy and his wife, both nurses, said that they knew a nice gal that I might just like. They gave me her phone number and said not to call for a bit, that they would take care of the necessary “arrangements”.
Let me digress for a moment. I am an avid admirer of the heavier female form, a fat admirer (FA) to be exact. I simply love to look a women with a little (or lot) of meat on their bones. For years I thought that I was just plan weird, I mean, no one was supposed to like fat gals, right?
I “dated” a plump girl in the 8th grade (who is now probably over 300 pounds) and all of my so called friends made fun of me. As a result I drooled over the chubby chicks in high school, but never worked up enough nerve to ask any out. Instead, I chased a couple that were rail-thin; never did catch one though.
College years saw me once again drooling (for a lack of a better word) over the college girls with meat on their bones. There seemed be a lot of them….maybe they were just getting larger during the semester. All of my “buddies” would make rude comments to the big gals that often frequented the student union. The first year I didn’t dare ask one out, the peer pressure was too great. Lord knows there were a few that aroused my late teen testosterone levels.
In my second year of school, I met a short, somewhat plump gal named Amanda that lived pretty close to me. We hit it off well. Our interests in everything were very similar. As an added plus, Amanda wasn’t rail thin. By no means was she huge, but she had a belly that bulged out the front of her hip-hugger jeans (oh the 70’s) and love handles that pushed out the sides…and a cute round butt in the back.
Amanda's mother was a genuine fat woman, so I could just see what her daughter was going to look like in the future. She loved to eat, yet the thought of me “feeding” her or encouraging her eat so she could gain weight never crossed my mind. We dated for several years….the big mistake I made was that I never asked her to marry me. In retrospect, it was a mistake because I felt (and still feel) that she was my soul mate. We parted ways and we moved on with our lives. I still dream about her.
Being a bit backward with women, I was at a loss trying to figure out how to meet someone. I wasn’t into the bar scene or dancing. I thought that I’d get lucky and find someone at the grocery store, roller rink, or just walking down the street….so much for lucky.
A friend set me up with my future ex-wife, a tall (5’11”) brunette with wide hips, a big butt, and long legs with thick thighs; all meat and no potatoes as they say. Boy could she eat. I had never met a woman that ate the way she did. Unfortunately, she had a high metabolism and didn’t gain very fast. But she did gain some.
I found out that she would eat pretty much anything that was laying around, so my “subtlefeeding” habits were born. The problem with that was that we were in school and I didn’t have any money. That really put a damper on buying lots of goodies. I did what I could though, buying doughnuts at the student center, getting cheap vanilla ice cream with lots of Hershey’s syrup, making sure her mom fixed big meals when we went home.
Her body did respond some to my efforts. During our nearly five years of marriage, she went from a too-thin 145 pounds to a still too-thin 170 pounds. All of the weight settled on her hips, thighs, and butt. She wasn’t fat, but she looked so much better than before.
Once I got out of school and got a job, we could afford a house, maybe a kid or two, and I could afford to buy her lots of special treats. The future was looking bright until one day out of the clear blue sky she told me that she wasn’t happy being married. She said it wasn’t me; she just couldn’t explain it. She was messed up. I was devastated. Instead of using food as a comfort, she quit eating and was down below 140 pounds in a few months. She looked terrible.
Whew, enough digressing; that marriage ended, now let’s get on with the story.
The onset of the Internet age opened my eyes for me. As a fledgling surfer, I typed in “fat women” and “weight gain” on my browser. I was absolutely amazed as to what I found. My feeling towards plump women increased dramatically. I ran across some weight gain sites and discovered a whole new world, one that I felt like I belonged to.
Everything that I had bottled up inside of me was on these webpages. My thoughts, my fantasies, sensual, sexy FAT women. I found chat rooms that had women there that were fat, enjoyed being fat, and wanted to get fatter. I was in heaven…if only I could find my angel.
I became heavily involved in a weightgain chatroom with a gal that simply called herself “GrowingRN”. Although we never exchanged actual names or addresses and phone numbers, we did live geographically near one another. We talked for hours about everything, including our feelings on weight and weight gain. We would have “feeding” sessions where she would eat food while I encouraged her.
It was during this period of time, my buddy and his wife arranged a date with Lynn. When we met, I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was absolutely magnificent. She was about 5’10” tall and very PLUMP. I melted. Lynn was wearing a pair of too-tight jeans and a thin sweater that was borderline too small. She had very wide hips, a prominent butt, a bulging abdomen that stretched her jeans to the max, big thighs, and a wonderfully fat belly that rolled over her belt even while she was standing.
All I could say was “hello, my goodness are you beautiful”! She blushed and responded “well, thank you, but you must be blind. I am way too fat”.
“Nonsense” I replied with a too big smile on my face.
Our first date was pretty simple. An early movie followed by dinner. We shared a supersize bucket of popcorn (with butter) and large drinks. I made sure that she had a chance to eat the bulk of the popcorn. She did.
GrowingRN
by Subtlefeeder
by Subtlefeeder
Lynn and I began dating several years ago. I had recently gone through a divorce and all of my friends were trying to set me up with women to help me take my mind off of my problems. My one buddy and his wife, both nurses, said that they knew a nice gal that I might just like. They gave me her phone number and said not to call for a bit, that they would take care of the necessary “arrangements”.
Let me digress for a moment. I am an avid admirer of the heavier female form, a fat admirer (FA) to be exact. I simply love to look a women with a little (or lot) of meat on their bones. For years I thought that I was just plan weird, I mean, no one was supposed to like fat gals, right?
I “dated” a plump girl in the 8th grade (who is now probably over 300 pounds) and all of my so called friends made fun of me. As a result I drooled over the chubby chicks in high school, but never worked up enough nerve to ask any out. Instead, I chased a couple that were rail-thin; never did catch one though.
College years saw me once again drooling (for a lack of a better word) over the college girls with meat on their bones. There seemed be a lot of them….maybe they were just getting larger during the semester. All of my “buddies” would make rude comments to the big gals that often frequented the student union. The first year I didn’t dare ask one out, the peer pressure was too great. Lord knows there were a few that aroused my late teen testosterone levels.
In my second year of school, I met a short, somewhat plump gal named Amanda that lived pretty close to me. We hit it off well. Our interests in everything were very similar. As an added plus, Amanda wasn’t rail thin. By no means was she huge, but she had a belly that bulged out the front of her hip-hugger jeans (oh the 70’s) and love handles that pushed out the sides…and a cute round butt in the back.
Amanda's mother was a genuine fat woman, so I could just see what her daughter was going to look like in the future. She loved to eat, yet the thought of me “feeding” her or encouraging her eat so she could gain weight never crossed my mind. We dated for several years….the big mistake I made was that I never asked her to marry me. In retrospect, it was a mistake because I felt (and still feel) that she was my soul mate. We parted ways and we moved on with our lives. I still dream about her.
Being a bit backward with women, I was at a loss trying to figure out how to meet someone. I wasn’t into the bar scene or dancing. I thought that I’d get lucky and find someone at the grocery store, roller rink, or just walking down the street….so much for lucky.
A friend set me up with my future ex-wife, a tall (5’11”) brunette with wide hips, a big butt, and long legs with thick thighs; all meat and no potatoes as they say. Boy could she eat. I had never met a woman that ate the way she did. Unfortunately, she had a high metabolism and didn’t gain very fast. But she did gain some.
I found out that she would eat pretty much anything that was laying around, so my “subtlefeeding” habits were born. The problem with that was that we were in school and I didn’t have any money. That really put a damper on buying lots of goodies. I did what I could though, buying doughnuts at the student center, getting cheap vanilla ice cream with lots of Hershey’s syrup, making sure her mom fixed big meals when we went home.
Her body did respond some to my efforts. During our nearly five years of marriage, she went from a too-thin 145 pounds to a still too-thin 170 pounds. All of the weight settled on her hips, thighs, and butt. She wasn’t fat, but she looked so much better than before.
Once I got out of school and got a job, we could afford a house, maybe a kid or two, and I could afford to buy her lots of special treats. The future was looking bright until one day out of the clear blue sky she told me that she wasn’t happy being married. She said it wasn’t me; she just couldn’t explain it. She was messed up. I was devastated. Instead of using food as a comfort, she quit eating and was down below 140 pounds in a few months. She looked terrible.
Whew, enough digressing; that marriage ended, now let’s get on with the story.
The onset of the Internet age opened my eyes for me. As a fledgling surfer, I typed in “fat women” and “weight gain” on my browser. I was absolutely amazed as to what I found. My feeling towards plump women increased dramatically. I ran across some weight gain sites and discovered a whole new world, one that I felt like I belonged to.
Everything that I had bottled up inside of me was on these webpages. My thoughts, my fantasies, sensual, sexy FAT women. I found chat rooms that had women there that were fat, enjoyed being fat, and wanted to get fatter. I was in heaven…if only I could find my angel.
I became heavily involved in a weightgain chatroom with a gal that simply called herself “GrowingRN”. Although we never exchanged actual names or addresses and phone numbers, we did live geographically near one another. We talked for hours about everything, including our feelings on weight and weight gain. We would have “feeding” sessions where she would eat food while I encouraged her.
It was during this period of time, my buddy and his wife arranged a date with Lynn. When we met, I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was absolutely magnificent. She was about 5’10” tall and very PLUMP. I melted. Lynn was wearing a pair of too-tight jeans and a thin sweater that was borderline too small. She had very wide hips, a prominent butt, a bulging abdomen that stretched her jeans to the max, big thighs, and a wonderfully fat belly that rolled over her belt even while she was standing.
All I could say was “hello, my goodness are you beautiful”! She blushed and responded “well, thank you, but you must be blind. I am way too fat”.
“Nonsense” I replied with a too big smile on my face.
Our first date was pretty simple. An early movie followed by dinner. We shared a supersize bucket of popcorn (with butter) and large drinks. I made sure that she had a chance to eat the bulk of the popcorn. She did.
