Fat experiences

I love the feeling of surrender that comes with realizing I’ve blasted through another size and am going to continue getting fatter no matter what I do. It’s so much more fun to embrace it and take pride in gaining that it is to be shamed into someone else’s standards. Plus food tastes great and fat feels good. 😎

Keep up the good work lately 👍

For me, it's the tactile feel, soft and comforting, as well as the transformation (some things grow larger while other things shrink). There is an increased vulnerability with growing fatter IMO, too. And as a bonus, I don't worry about calories.

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I'm not obese yet, but I have certain desires that make me want to be. I'm really excited about the idea of ​​having a huge butt and thighs. Having a double chin, fat hands, etc. I'm really excited about being like that someday.

It's the food yes but it also the wondering what will 20 lbs more feel like, where will it go to, and how bigger will I look. It the thrill of the unknown....

Yes, although at first it's only 20 lbs more, then another 20 more, then another 20 more...

For me it’s the thrill of all the closet eating I do. Noticing things like my capacity going up, not feeling full for more than half an hour after stuffing myself to the limit at a buffet, feeling tired after simple things I shouldn’t be. Heck even holding myself up at an angle gets exhausting quickly. And then the best part, finding new parts of me that jiggle uncontrollably. It’s like rediscovering a new me every 20 lbs.

That's what I feel right now. I'm pretty normal weight right now so that is why I'm hesitant to gain. But after hearing a lot of experiences about enjoyable the softness and jiggly their bodies get, and mixed in with an injury keeping me out of the gym, I might as well try it out.

And coming out of the left field: I gain because it feels like I’m growing into myself, changes from hormones are pretty obvious to begin with but combined with additional weight really makes a big difference.
As I grow, I feel like I’m understanding myself better as well-I never realised just how much I could fall in love with my own belly, how much better life is at a slower pace because I waddle along and actually notice the world around me, opposed to rushing and missing everything.
And obviously: food! Something that was just necessary fuel opposed to something to be enjoyed and savoured, I see my changes as only for the better.