Okay just. Proof of concept, hear me out.
Lets flip the "feeder is into feederism but unknowing feedee learns that the fun way" of most prompts and just.
Wannabe feedee with no real options to find a partner looks at their budget, their options, and their lack of responsibility and goes "fuck it I'll get fat myself." They have nothing stopping them and only held off on getting fat because they always wanted to live the dream of meeting a feeder and stuffing their life away in blissful love. But they just resolve that it'll never happen, and in a mix of pent up frustration and lonliness they accidentally bulk up quick. Like. A pound a day quick after getting into the swing of it.
After about a month of self stuffing they're starting to show a good amount of pudge; a rounder face, belly over the waist line, thighs and butt filling up more of their chair, the whole 3 extra-jean-inches. But since they gained it so fast, they're also coping with being bloated all the time and trying to burp quietly around others, they get winded so easily and try to hide their pants and heavy heart beat, and all their clothes are getting pretty tight.
And the reactions are what they expected, friends and colleagues catching the occasional glance at their muffin top and whispering. Slightly passive aggressive comments from the family. Gym membership recommendations. They expected this and mostly don't let it bother them.
But there is just one friend who looks at them with such concern. Their brow furrows when they see our gainer fidget and play with their waistband because it's eating into their belly, they have to resist pulling over a seat and comforting their friend when they are struggling to catch their breath from walking too fast for too long, and they just want to know what has caused all this weight gain.
The concerned friend pulls the gainer aside, maybe invites them over for some private time, and it becomes a problem that they are so concerned but also so unabashedly understanding. They ask about it so genuinely with such worried eyes, and the gainer just squirms and tries to say that "it's fine" and they "just have been cheating a bit". This response only wins them a tight hug and being told the old fashioned "you can tell me anything, it's okay" and they are just in a STATE because it's like. "No I don't have that kind of problem-- or any. How do I tell my friend I just want to fatten myself up? Is that a problem?" So they keep trying to say they're okay while binging and swatting away their friends worries.
In the end, maybe when handling their weight themselves is too much, or maybe when the subtle comments from everyone else start to become nagging and insults, they eventually come clean and (albiet awkwardly) explain themselves to their friend, who seems to be the only one who genuinely cares for them.
And the friend is relieved, because yeah, the whole fetish route takes them a bit by shock but all they wanted was for them to be okay. There could have been so many more worse reasons that they had gotten so heavy, so quickly, and with so many issues, and this was probably the best outcome. They don't completely get it, but they're understanding and want to show their friend support. They start bringing the gainer some extra things to chew on when they hang out, and even suggest spending more time together instead of with everyone who mocks them.
The concern part doesn't go away, the friend learns that they gained most the weight through junk food and shakes and puts together that that's probably not helping with how their gut always hurts and they can hardly open the fridge without running out of stamina. They'll eat anything right? Cooked meals should at least keep them feeling a bit better, while still filling them up with calories (and probably extra butter).
A month or two later when the gainer has really filled out their shape and stepped away from everyone else, they're really only spending time with their supportive friend. "They don't mind that I'm wearing an xxl shirt, they don't gawk when I eat big portions, they sit with me when I'm nauseous or bloated and they rub my belly sometimes and-"
"Oh my god I have a feeder."
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