Fat experiences

Basically ever since I can remember. I would always look a little longer at fat people in public because the look and shape always really appealed to me than a skinny person. The same thing would happen in school, I wouldn't ever be attracted to or flirt with a skinny or athletic person.

I have always liked fat people. I can still remember when I was just a kid seeing a fat person in public. I would glance at there belly and smile at them

I knew that I liked fat since I was young, probably about 5. I first realized how much I liked fat bodies seeing them first in public but really when I went to school I knew I really wanted to be fat because I would see all the overweight kids at my school and I'd be sooo jealous of how their fat bodies looked and the fact that they were lucky enough to have parents that were less strict than mine about them being a healthy weight

When I was born.

For me I think it's always kinda been there, but I never realized until I was in my teens and started exploring the internet. Seeing pictures of bigger guys and reading stories about guys getting fattened up really made something click for me. Been a feedee ever since but it took years before I actually started acting on it.

I saw a video on YouTube on accident when I was ten. It was of this Italian lady doing a soda stuffing and from then I knew I had an attraction to bigger people and women. I am very closeted about my attraction to women and bigger people. But most of the men I date/ like are bigger in some way.

I was a huge dork and used to read the encyclopedia for fun as a kid. That's when I stumbled upon all that Renaissance art featuring women with big soft bellies.

From there, it really clicked when I started dating fat girls who weren't like the tabloid stories or weight loss scaremongering. Not sick and dying or desperate and depressed, but happy and healthy.

When I went to the Supermarket with my mom, I would look at the magazines at the checkout.

"Which celebrity gained weight?"

"How Linda lost 140lbs" and admire the before picture.

I just enjoy telling the story so dang much, I’ll just tell it again :-)

My first memory of encountering body fat was a regained memory told to me years after the fact by my mother. I would play with the arm fat of any female relative when I was a toddler and was being held. I’m told my grandmother slapped me one time for doing it.

In young adulthood, I felt the attraction to chubby girls starting in middle school and on into high school. I didn’t have a girlfriend until I was out of high school (wasn’t ever part of the clique, as they say), but nothing turned me on like a pair of chubby cheeks, chubby upper arms, big thighs or a big belly on a girl.
Chubby bare feet still turn me on as well :-)

My first steady girlfriend wasn’t all that fat to start out with, but over five years we ate well enough to fill out the both of us. Her arms and belly puffed out mightily; probably gained at least 50 pounds being with me.

Another five-year relationship followed when I moved to another state. She was already heavy, about 5-6 and anywhere between 220 and 270 over the course of that time. She was insecure about it and, along with being bipolar and in denial about it, never really relaxed and enjoyed her own existence, much less her luscious figure.

I met my wife 10 years ago now, at a concert. Mutual friend of ours made sure we were both there. The friend figured we both needed to stumble upon each other after going through such rough previous relationships. I can still remember the first time I saw her short, 5-3 figure walking upon the rest of our friend group to meet up. A black blouse cut low to emphasize what I would eventually find out were 46 DDD breasts. Cute, chubby face, a beautifully big hanging belly the blouse could barely contain and just such a soft touch with everything. I was smitten, though it was another year before we started dating officially.

I was slowly but steadily getting a big ol’ ball belly during these years. A big, hard visceral fat basketball belly! She sure hasn’t minded, being a big girl herself for so long now. Learned over time she was actually a tiny teen, just with out-of-proportion breasts for what was then her figure. I just recently saw pics of her at 13 that I hadn’t seen before. It’s truly amazing how petite and skinny she was before puberty and the rest of her teen years hit.

She had her first child barely out of high school and, according to her accounts, gained between 80 and 100 pounds between the pregnancy and some health-related issues (certain meds’ effects on her). She tried the depo shot for birth control and got pregnant (and fatter) anyway with her second child. She’s told me those depo shots are what changed her body for good. Went from just a puffy figure barely holding on to a big bellied, big-butt(ed) big ol’ fat girl :-) Wish I’d have known her then so I could have witnessed her waistline explode in size and her belly grow from being barely there to being so huge and sexy that she stopped wearing underwear at a certain point. This is as good a point in the story as any to mention her bra band size was only in the low 30s entering her 20s. So that’s more than 12 inches gained just in her middle since then :-)

We had our first child together three years ago now. She was already just at 300 pounds, so she didn’t have to gain but maybe 20 during the pregnancy. Today, she’s a proud 330 pounds with a spirit that’s just as soft and tender as her skin :-) We’d have each other no other way but fat and happy :-)

I found myself seeking out the bbw’s and above everywhere, especially tummy’s and thighs.