It's hard to sit back and try to analyze a fetish when it's not personal to you.
Fatness is an obvious taboo within our culture actively deciding to gain weight, is, therefore, the ultimate act of agency and transgression. Feedees often feel a great degree of agency in their decisions to gain weight. The feeder obtains a sense of power and dominance through the act of feeding and subsequently being responsible for the change in their partner's body, the end goal often resulting in severe obesity, loss of mobility, and an inability to perform even the most mundane life tasks without their partner's assistance.
Though those who ascribe to it sometimes describe this fetish as a 'sexual orientation', the psychological underpinnings of the predilection are reminiscent of, if not within, the realm of BDSM culture. The feedees featured in these webcam shows are often paid to gorge themselves on camera and engage in 'belly play', during which the individual erotically touches their growing stomach some are even directly sent food and gifts from their online admirers. Webcam shows are often a popular medium through which feeders are able to satiate their desires without so much as lifting a finger. The movement is also largely male driven, comprised of men looking to feed women, and these online spaces allow men to explore their taboo desires discretely. Chat forum sites such as Fantasy Feeder provide a welcoming environment for individuals to share sexual fantasies, weight gain progression, and personal insights on the shared fetish. The internet has done monumental things for the fat appreciator or potential feedee. Also known as a "fat appreciator" or "chubby chaser," feeders experience erotic pleasure from the act of feeding their partner, or 'feedee' to the point of extreme fullness and discomfort. A feeder, in the flesh.Īs a cute and political fat girl who likes to use the internet, I stumbled upon the term in my cyber travels. The sweaty, drunken pieces of the evening suddenly came together in a horrifyingly clear mosaic.
He wanted to "try something." Could he feed me? He wanted to know. But suddenly, his seemingly forward demeanor looked sheepish. A bead of his sweat dropped dangerously close to my mouth once or twice but he was funny and his beard smelled like soap, so I didn't mind. Three hours and several beverages later, our whiskey fueled passion found us tangled in a laughable embrace.
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