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 👍

I have always wanted a giant belly. From as small as I can remember it’s been an obsession. So I grew one and ever since the world has been telling me to shrink it. But it’s my source of comfort (think Linus from Peanuts), it’s my source of entertainment (I love the way it feels and jiggles and I can rub it for hours), it’s my source of…porn…for lack of a better word, it’s occasionally been my protection from both words and actions. I truly love being fat. I really really want to be fatter. I hope this gets at your question?

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.

This is amazing 🤩 and we can’t wait to see more weight pack on 🙃🙂😇😘🥰😍😍😍😘😘🥰🥰😍😍

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...

I love being able to eat a ton of calories and watching my belly get bigger. Going against society norms is also great, especially when I tell people that I'm only going to get fatter.

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.