Gaining

To be 54 inches (4 1/2 feet) around standing and not stuffed, first thing in the morning.

To have boobs big enough to fill out a bra and have a proper cup size.

To have a double chin and a thick neck with little rolls when I move my head.

Most of all, to look soft, porky, and well-fed.

Well, when she’s done with you (or not), send her my way....

I would like to have my gut hang out of some shirts and also outgrow them. Fairly simple goals

When I was heavier, no one tells you about the sensations you feel by being fat. It is things like my moobs moving as a walk, how my belly used to slap against my thighs as I walked down the steps, my butt cheeks moved independently of each other and how heavy it all felt. I can't wait to get back there.

Eventually I’d like to get to the point of having stretch marks all over my belly and my moobs resting on it. I’d love to rip some shirts and pants.

Honestly, the more physical goals have always interested me more than just a number on a scale. Here are mine, in no particular order (some are things I really want to hit, and others are more fantasy):

- Feeling my body jiggle.
- Popping a button
- Bursting a seam
- Doing an all-day stuffing
- Honestly just being able to eat for an extended amount of time sounds good
- Outgrowing my pants
- Being too wide for a doorframe
- Breaking a chair
- BREAKING A BED
- Being able to eat so I feel perpetually full
- Having a butt so big it has a mind of its own

My main goal has always been to catch up to my wife. I'm only about 140lbs and she is 280ish. So I have a long way to go.
But the other main goal that always seems to pop back into my head is to be fat enough where I can't suck in my stomach or hide how fat I've become. The few times I've gained some weight I've usually been able to hide it a bit. Not 100% of course. My wife tries to suck in her stomach and it doesn't change anything how fat she looks.
I've had my battles within myself of wanting to gain and not wanting to. So to surpass those feelings if I'm fat enough that any thoughts to hide it are pointless. I then feel I'd have an excuse to keep gaining and not really have a choice to stop.
Thats my 2 cents.

Pretty simple, really.

1. 56-57” belly (currently 47-48”) that overhangs my size 46-48 pants (currently snug 40s and 42s).
2. Shirts that I completely fill out and/or need size 19-20 (currently 17-18).
3. Having to lift my belly to sit then rest him on my thighs.
4. And of course the Holy Grail of Fatdom... belly is blubbery and ripples with movement.

I want to be able to eat a whole pizza in one sitting and still have room for more.

I also want to get to a point where I start waddling, which I'd thought I'd get to by now, being nearly 400 lbs, but my fat distribution hasn't let that happen yet.

Besides the weight, my arbitrary goals thus far are to no longer be able to suck in my stomach and have moobs big enough to require a bra. Pretty simple goals actually.