Ask me questions #1

A guys asked me anonymously: “how do you deal with going out in public and not feeling any shame? I’ve been gaining pretty slow, but all my friends are relatively fit, but now that I’m pushing 240 lbs I start feeling a little self conscious in public or if I’m with a bunch of friends. It’s not like ah of them say anything, but I still feel like I’m being judged”.

I feel you, my anonymous friend. As you probably know, I used to be athletic, I’d say ripped, so I’ve always been afraid of people’s reaction, they should’ve been shocked at seeing how pathetically fat I’ve got. When I came back home from England last summer, my parents hadn’t seen me for four months and I was around 33 lbs heavier than last time. Yes, they was shocked and upset, but I didn’t give a shit. I promised that I will lose weight after summer, but after summer I went to Canada and I came back even fatter. So I promise I will do a diet after Christmas, then after exams because I was busy with university and I couldn’t waste my time at gym. Now we are in quarantine. I think that my parents are more shocked because I’m so happy and confident in my new size. They probably don’t understand how I can be so confident and feel so handsome if I’m obese. As far as my friends concerned, I have a few friends, and they are closer friends. I don’t like to be friends with everybody. My best friends is the best girl in the world and she is even aware of feederism. She is fine with it, she is very open minded and she just told me to watch out my health. Other friends who saw me just told me I got fatter but nothing more. Maybe they thought something, I couldn’t be sure, but they kept being my friends as always. This is the point: if they are real friends they won’t judge you for weighing 50 or 200 lbs more, as long as you are in health and they don’t need to be worried. So what I could say is to stop thinking about other people’s judgement. Be happy, be fat, live the life you want. When I was thin, maybe I could hangout with more guys than now, but I never enjoyed sex because I hate anal, I hate blowjobs, I just love to be fed and force fed, I love my feeder’s hand kneading my dough, I love when my feeder puts his dick between my moobs or my rolls, I like to spread cream or nutella on his dick and suck it up, so why to be society-acceptable if I can’t enjoy my life at all?