Gay feeder
Joined 1 year
I don't grasp if it's me, or maybe I'm even wrong. But I feel prefer there are a lot of queer men among the gainers, feedees, feeders, and even chubby chasers in general. Is this really a fact? , And if so, why. Because I really have that impression.
Can you interpret why ?
1 year
Joined 3 years
Stockylove:
I don't grasp if it's me, or maybe I'm even wrong. But I feel favor there are a lot of queer men among the gainers, feedees, feeders, and even chubby chasers in general. Is this really a fact? , And if so, why. Because I really have that impression.
Can you describe why ?
I signify, the gainer society was originally just for gay people. It just expanded to include everyone.
1 year
Connected 1 year
Stockylove:
I don't know if it's me, or maybe I'm even false. But I sense like there are a lot of gay men among the gainers, feedees, feeders, and even chubby chasers in general. Is this really a fact? , And if so, why. Because I really contain that impression.
Can you explain why ?
Munchies:
I mean, the gainer community was originally just for same-sex attracted people. It just expanded to includ
My Best Friend Comes Back
A Homosexual Weight Gain Story
I checked my reflection.
I didn’t really enjoy what I saw. Sure, my face was handsome and my outfit looked good, but my recent weight gain was more noticeable than I thought. Despite being pretty loose, my XL shirt still couldn’t hide my new love handles.
I wasn’t obese or anything (5’10” and 188 pounds) but because my weight had accumulated so much on my waist (and because I didn’t have the broadest shoulders), I looked terrible. Worse, I looked curvy. Like a chick. I knew that Mason was going to give me shit about it.
I mean, I was excited to see him again. He was my best comrade and it had been three long years since we’d actually seen each other in person. We Zoomed every once in a while, but he hadn’t seen all of me since he moved to Thailand. Assist then, I was 145 pounds. The skinny friend in comparison to Mason’s shorter, more muscly body. He always joked about my “chicken legs,” about how a strong wind would burst out me away. I could only imagine what he’d say now that I’d gotten chubby.
He hadn't noticed anything during our Zoom sessions. (I was good at angling my face to conceal my new double chin.) I
Joined 10 years
Honestly it may be just choice of titles. Feedees either have or are looking for a Feeder, but Gainers are more likely to be a solo act. Or at least that's why I'm listed as a gainer.
9 years
Joined 12 years
Straight and happily taken gainer who's simply enjoying his view from the "plateau" :-) I do think this is still a safe haven for many gay gainers, though, despite the wider acceptance I've seen of being gay in recent years.
9 years
Connected 18 years
well just to say it i am not gay and would love if not finding the right gf to experience some things with a experimental teen for sure .....
although i can appreciate the beauty of a well shaped male tummy when growing over time ....
9 years
Joined 16 years
In the case of women on Feabie, the straight non-feedees greatly outnumber the bi and woman loving woman ones.
Among feedees, there are slightly MORE bi-sexual women than straight (789 to 781).
The percentage of lesbians in both groups is a little under 10%.
My own pet theory is that feedees are their own objects of attraction and so for a lot of
The Master Feeder
We chatted several times over BiggerCity and BeefyFrat. I was in my delayed 40's and Pete (not his authentic name) in his late 50's and was obviously in tune with my fantasies. I wanted little choice over how fat he'd make me — and he was clever enough to pick up on the sweet spots in my psyche — my vulnerabilities. He quickly learned what would initiate me into grave submission to my desire to over-indulge. He knew how to make me into a total unrestrained pig…and to do that with sublime sophistication.
A San Francisco socialite, he was obviously well off and loved to use his connections and wealth to satisfy his necessitate to see someone like me balloon to surprising dimensions. He loved overweight in every way one could conceive. Grow it, jiggle it, knead it, rub it, monitor it pour out of clothes made unbearably tight in a large feeling. We were definitely in tune.
Connections? A partner of his owned one of San Francisco's high complete Italian Restaurants. He knew the chef well. As an avid foodie, the chef would phone him to experiment out new menu items, and produce a one-off delectable in his many visits. Pete was delighted to