OP again here after a month. Unfortunately things ended sadly and suddenly, and its been weighing on my mind.
First, after a week after this initial post, we resumed talking and went on a nice date over at mine and it was pretty normal. At some point, in what seemed to be a nice, quiet time towards the end of the night, I gently anted to follow up about the panic attack and aborted conversation we had the prior time we hung out, regarding this kink - which spurred the initial post here.
I gently brought up the incident, and tried to explain, calmly, respectfully, truthfully, and in as least of a "weird" kink way as possible what I was into regarding this kink. I explained how for me, its like 90% simply liking a bigger female figure, the softness, the curves, etc. and 10% actually being into the expansion, weight gain, feeding element, which is mostly a fantasy for me anyways. I stated that I didn't want them to change, I liked their body how it was, and it wasn't a big deal in my opinion. I thought I explained myself pretty well.
Unfortunately, it didn't go over well. This did tip them over into a panic attack of their own, and they went frankly catatonic for a period of at least 30 minutes, They held a fixed, puzzled, almost disgusted expression, and wouldn't or couldn't respond or move They just laid there on the bed silently with that face stuck like it was after I explained myself. Eventually they felt a little bit better, and began moving and talking again, and we went to sleep for awhile. They woke me up around midnight to say they were getting an uber back, which was the initial plan at the start of the night. We kissed goodbye and and then they went away.
We exchanged a brief set of messages the next morning about an Instagram reel or whatever, but after that, radio silence for a week. I sent an occasional "you okay?" message, but to no responses. After a week, they reply with a simple "I need space". Another week of space, and then I follow up again. I ask if they still need space, and the next day they reply that they indeed do. Another 2 weeks pass of silence.
At this point, I sort of get that this is fully dead. The silence is a message enough, but after our warmth and closeness for 3 months before all this, I didn't expect this cold of a drop off all of a sudden.
Another small bit of context to this story - I had been planning on leaving town sometime this season for a new job elsewhere, and they had known this, so this relationship had a expiration date all along. Which frankly calls into questions why I needed to even reveal this kink of mine and not just hide it for another month, but it was asked point blank and I wanted to be honest - to myself as much as to them, really. But this relationship was 3 months, and had always been a pretty temporary, but real, relationship.
Finally, just today, I get a message. 2 days before I'm set to leave town. Apparently, the conversation about this damn kink sent them into a ED relapse. They knew that I only meant the best, and that I meant anything I said to be positive, but it was enough to trigger an eating disorder relapse. It wasn't only that, it was other factors int heir life like a grandparent passing and uni stresses and ongoing depression struggles. But because of the conversation, that was a trigger to fall into an eating disorder again. What the fuck.
I didn't fucking mean to cause that. Fucking hell, I triggered a goddamn eating disorder episode? Because I wanted to be honest and calmly tell how I felt, address a vulnerable thing about my brain and try to be at peace with it on my own end. I should have kept quiet and shut it for the night. But it wouldn't have made a difference, I suppose, with it all ending soon anyways. But it's just such a sour end to an otherwise good thing, a really nice thing it was. And this fucking kink, this abnormality of my psyche had to muck it all up.
I guess that speaks to underlying incompatibilities. If this was enough to trigger the episode, then even if I avoided the trigger then, it would have come up another time down the road. Or it would have ended more organically soon after, we were both busy at the end anyways. But if it had ended more gradually, I wouldn't be some freak in their eyes like I must be now. Some sicko fetishist, alright to drop with a small paragraph goodbye text after 3 weeks of silence.
Anyways, that's really all there is to it, thanks for reading if you did. I don't know what to take away from this experience. Mental illness and weird relationships with their bodies seems to come with the territory for the women we're attracted to. I feel like I fucked it all up at the end of a nice relationship cause of this weird twist of my brain. And then it all had to vanish away and break apart so quickly. I don't know what's going on in their head at the end of the day, but frankly, I feel disposable and abnormal and a bit of a fuckup right now.