2026-02-22

I opened my calorie counting app bc I wanted to be reminded of just how much Ive gained in the last few months and Im shocked at seeing all graphed out.
I started losing weight back in January of 2025. I was counting my calories (staying under 1400cals a day), tracking my macros & water intake, lifting weights & running, hitting a 10k step goal, and weighing myself every day. I love seeing how many data points there are in the beginning. I was so locked in and disciplined for months, my weight was quickly trending downwards. But as time went on I stopped tracking my water, then I got lazy about working out consistently. I even started sneaking in cheat days here and there, letting my old binging habits completely take over. You can see how my high calorie days start making my weight fluctuate more and more as I continued to track everything.
In October, my husband slowly introduced the feedism fetish to me and I eventually agreed to stop losing weight all together. It started with a deal that I would stop tracking everything for a week and see how it goes. I was hooked from then on. I never went back to tracking my calories or steps and stopped stepping on the scale every morning, allowing my gluttony and laziness to creep back in. My average step count went from around 11k to 5k and my caloric intake skyrocketed.
At first I didnt think I’d let my gain get past 180lbs and I was telling myself that I was only getting turned on bc my husband was getting enjoyment from watching me gain weight. In my mind, I was just doing it for him. I thought that I would be able to stop whenever I wanted to. A few months have passed since then, though, and I definitely weigh more than 180lbs these days. I’ve fully given into this fetish and I find myself thinking like a feedee all the time.
I find myself mindlessly snacking, playing with my chubby belly under my clothes throughout the day, and becoming more conscious about how my body jiggles as I walk. Now, I get turned on by all of it. I eat until Im full and then I keep going. I love the way I look and feel when Im stuffed, so Ive started doing it almost every night. The thought of other people seeing me in that state or noticing my weight gain is enough to make me wet. I fantasize about being hand fed and chugging melted ice cream through a funnel while getting fucked. Belly rubs have become foreplay and I cant cum anymore without a fistful of my own fat in my own hand. I dont think I’ll be able to stop any time soon…