CuriousMe:
Hey ya’ll. I’m a mid-thirties female who has struggled with sexualizing weight gain and fat for a long while. I don’t necessarily want to indulge in this fetish and find it to be extremely distracting. Like, every time I see a heavy woman in public, I have to fight imagining myself at her size.

My mom used to be thin before I was born and then she “let herself go” and has been hovering around 200 pds as long as I can remember.

When I was a kid, my cousins and I used to stuff our clothes and pretend we were really fat. In my teens, I was a little chunky and one comment from my dad had me start focusing on my diet and exercise routine more. I used to fantasize about heavyset men at that age and the fantasies always involved humiliation.

Then fast forward to an unhealthy relationship where the guy I was with was seeing his ex on the side who was very curvy. I was in size 2 and 4 and she was a solid 16. So at that point my fetish flickered back on and I was trying to intentionally gain. But I never liked how I felt stuffed or feeling lethargic. I enjoy working out. 😂

So then my fantasies started turning into non-consent weight gain where a fit friend or a boyfriend would try to fatten me up through “protein” bars and vitamins that they told me would help me lose weight. All the while I was working out and my leggings were getting tighter and my butt was growing bigger and my belly would grow. There would be some humiliation involved. That is still extremely hot to me. And it simultaneously disgusts me.

Then I got pregnant and really enjoyed gaining. And it was socially acceptable. I didn’t try to stuff or overeat but I did love feeling big and heavy. Seeing my belly all round and my breasts went from C to DDD. I liked how big my hips got and even my little pregnant waddle.

Post-partum, I had no issue losing the weight. I breastfed, worked out, ate healthy. And even started a health coaching course.

And here I am fit and now engaged to a heavyset man who is around 300 pds. 5’ 9”. His belly is big and round and he is trying to lose the weight so he can be healthier. And I have seen photos of him fit and he is fine! But there is the fetish part of me that is wildly attracted to him bulging out of his shirts and overeating, taking naps. I even kind of like being really fit next to him in photos and seeing his double chin.

We are saving sex till marriage. And we are both working out now, but I have this extreme urge to gain weight before the wedding day. And surprise him with bigger hips. It seems deceitful in a way to say I’m trying to stay fit and then to secretly take supplements and try to gain. But there is something about that that really turns me on.

I’m at a crossroads. As a follower of Christ, I feel it is dishonorable to my temple to intentionally try to stuff it. My natural shape is fit. And I’m fantasizing forcing it to be curvy.

So sorry this is so long but I made an account on here to try to get to the bottom of this. Has anyone else experienced this kind of inner conflict?

It feels very self-sabotaging and I tend to obsess about it. Looking up weight gain products, padding, and anything that can fill my urge to feel heavier without actually committing to gaining. 🫣

To all those who choose to gain, I respect you. I am truly just a fantasy type girl who landed a fat hubby.

By the way, he knows about this fetish. But he thinks I am beautiful as I am and doesn’t want me to trash my temple for the sake of satisfying an unhealthy sexual urge.

BigBallBellyGirl:
Now that I've kind of let go, I cannot stop packing my belly.

I ate modestly during the work day, but since I logged out at 5:00 p.m., I have had a large cheese pizza with extra cheese and mushrooms, sixteen boneless wings, a footlong turkey club sub, a can of sour cream and onion Pringles, a whole bag of grapes, 23 Oreos, a 2. L of Dr. Pepper,, one beer, and about 8 oz. of Monterey Jack cheese.

I'm splitting at the seams, and I'm sweating, but I am loving every minute of the tightness in my belly.

Fat On The Inside:
It was over ten years ago...I went from my tiny little range of 105-110 lb. range to around 125. lbs. This was in 5 weeks...then I was 140 lbs 4 weeks after that...and then 8 weeks later, I was 175 lbs...then after another 4 weeks, I was roughly 180 lbs. (Just saying...my numbers are approximate, because I no longer have the weight gain journal I kept during that time." I was ready to know what it meant to grow. It's beautiful and amazing. I just wish I'd had it in me to grow ridiculously big and waddle all over my work place.