The prods and pokes are amazing, as they test how fat you are. I had a feeder who would say, "Any more grub, Chub?" while squeezing my belly and it was amazing.

One thing that helped me was embracing the notion that most of us were meant to be fat. It's natural evolution...now that there's abundant food and little reason to do physical labor, it's only natural to expect that most of us will pork up.

The statistics show it...every year, there are more fat people, and fat children as well. We fight it and fight it but in the end, most of us become fatter. It's better to accept it, eat what you want, and fatten up.

I love wearing too-small clothes, but for comfort's sake you can't usually do it except for short-term excursions. I usually go to the grocery store or out for ice cream where I won't be wearing them too long but I'm guaranteed to get the looks and remarks I crave.

When I began fattening up, part of the experience was making sure my gain and new fat was obvious to everyone, so I began wearing my clothes more formfitting. Formfitting can still be comfortable, though. I tend to wear my shirts so the buttons gap just slightly when I sit down.

Short shorts, especially if they're a bit snug around the thighs.

Button-down shirts...as you fatten up, the buttons will start to gap and make you look like you're about to burst out of your shirt.

A bikini when you're at the beach.

Buy your clothes a size too small.

Being out of shape has definitely been important to me from the beginning. When I began seriously gaining, I made a point to limit my activity as much as possible so that I'd develop a soft, porky look, like I did little more activity than feeding myself.

I enjoy that my muscles are puny and weak now, especially in contrast with how large I've become. People often think fat guys are strong, but I've done what I can to cultivate a round, plump look. I now have to use my arm to help me out of a chair and some doors actually require some effort for me to open.

Losing muscle also means that more of my weight is fat.

I actually wear a bikini now that my boobs got big enough. I deliberately chose a stars-and-stripes one because it looks like what Olympic athletes wear, and I want people to think of their fit, tan, toned bodies as they see me, pale and porky, waddle onto the beach.

This was a thing for me as well...when I was deciding to fatten up and what I wanted to look like, I found myself wanting to look like a European's nightmare of an American tourist: round and well-fed, constantly eating. Since I've fattened up, I've been to other countries and have even had people poke my belly.

Mine measured out at a 46C on the calculator. I have a 44C bra that I can barely squeeze into now.

When I fattened up enough to get a decent set of boobs, I began wearing a bikini at the beach. It's an XL, but my boobs can barely fit in the top now, so I'll most likely be buying at least a bigger bikini top next summer.

The door brushing against my belly every morning when I open it to go take the dog for a walk.

I have to admit, rolls under the arms aren't that comfortable.