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Hello fellow feedists,
I consider myself a very lucky man because I happened upon my feedee one day at Uni. She was walking up this set of stairs (it's a very hilly campus) and I could tell she was struggling... I'm a fast walker and was trying to get to work so I'll admit she was testing my patience lol
I eventually stopped to smoke a cigarette in a shady spot behind this building, and as soon as I looked up from my feet and took the first drag I saw her walking over to me. She was already chubby... when we met she was a solid 230, 5'7. She says, "Can I get a hit off that?"
We hit it off from there. No feabie (fuck that), no fantasyfeeder, no magical tricks to bring two people together. After three years of trying to have one decent feederism experience, nine months ago I was finally convinced that feedees are made, not found.
As we talked I found out she had an appetite. She loved to eat. She's pretty lazy. She has bad knees. Sore back. Etc... Her father was pretty heavy and her family was a bit poor, so naturally she loved cheap, processed food. As any woman is, she also happened to be submissive, expressing how much she appreciated possessive, dominant, controlling qualities in her partner. Lastly, she was insecure, as most chubby people are, from a lifetime of being the "big kid" and a string of relationships with conventional men who didn't even acknowledge her weight, like it was taboo, let alone embrace and cherish it.
All these things, coupled with the fact that we were just really compatible personality types and loved to smoke, made for a cocktail of feedist qualities I just couldn't ignore. I had to bring it up, at least mention it to her. In doing so, I determined the best approach would be in bed. She'd already made comments about her weight before, so I introduced the idea to her as "i see fat as a manifestation of how well I take care of you", which she LOVED. It was a win win for her. Eat, be lazy, don't lift a finger, and be more attractive to me. And it's easy points for her to feel like you care about her.
Once you have your foot in the door, you'll learn it snowballs very easily. She's now sitting at a very comfortable 337lbs with a daily McDonalds breakfast (god bless the app), gets winded going to her room on the second floor, uses an inhaler, and just recently started using the little motorized scooters when we go grocery shopping. Things are going good. She'll also start to love it herself if the signs are there from the beginning. She'll get deeper in it with you as you introduce ideas. February she couldn't imagine me calling her a pig. She oinked for me this morning.
Long story short find her yourself, if she's on feederism apps already chances are you don't want it :-) good luck!