Fat experiences

Yeah now bits of this are like... 'Same'.... Not the family stuff but the sensations

My earliest memory of it is reading through the Guinness book of records (I used to get it every year for Christmas, how weird that must seem now) and seeing a full page picture of a woman throwing a javelin. She was athletic, sure, but she had thick thighs, fleshy upper arms and big boobs. Basically fit but with some extra chub. I was inexplicably fascinated and I didn’t quite understand that this was an actual thing that I shared with others until later, when I somehow stumbled onto a weight gain story online. I have no idea what I was searching for at the time to find it as I did not know there were others like me until that moment. My mind basically imploded lol.

Also, in middle school and high school I was always attracted to the thicker girls but didn’t think much of it at the time. There was only one proper BBW at my school and I thought she was too big at the time. (Boy has that changed since then😆)

So I guess it was always there but the concept of it took some time to form in my mind to the point where I actually became aware of it.

Oh boy. I discovered this one rather early on, and I'm pretty sure it had to do with a kid just a couple doors down the road from me. He was from a chubby family, but he was clearly the widest one.He was the same age as I was, to be clear. Now the interesting thing is that I *also* come from a chubby family (and Freud might go arguing that this is because I have an Oedipus complex), but my metabolism has always been rapid.

About this kid though, he never let it weigh him down emotionally. He was always the class clown, his heart was probably bigger than his stomach, and always did things to help out. Most importantly, he knew who he was in terms of size and personality and when playing Pokemon, always pointed to Snorlax as his favorite. I envied him in many ways. In a town full of hatred, he was the only one capable of self-love.

One day during gym class, it was time for us to do the Presidential Fitness mile run. He and I were always the two slowest for speed. I with my tiny legs and he with all the weight he had. During the run, I turned my head to look back just to see how far behind me he was (and possibly just how much time we had left). What I saw was seared into my head: His belly was not only hanging over his pants, it was hypnotizing me with how much it would bounce and ripple. That day, I went home with thinking: How could something that looks so firm when it's still, be so amorphous in motion? And, how is it that when you see round bellies with clothes on, they just look like they stick out, but they actually fall victim to gravity? AND, what part of the body determines that?

I got very scientific with my thoughts and questions. I don't know if this is why I started feeling the way I do. But what I do know is that suddenly all those songs about your heart racing, mind aching, etc. they all made sense from that point forward. But the thing is, I couldn't just use someone for my questions. Of course there was the odd time someone lifted their shirt briefly, but I wanted to try gaining then. Darn my love of baseball and quick metabolism.

There were other things that fueled this. I also saw the Fairly Oddparents episode. The Simpsons helped. But mostly, seeing fat people gain confidence in their size is a huge boon for me. I only wish I can join in that.

I'm now what they call "Clinically overweight". I exercise on a regular basis playing baseball, but my position drains so much energy, I need a ton of food afterward. I'm seeing how my body works now in ways I could only guess at much earlier on. HRT also does wonders for this. It's been quite the journey.

When I was 12 years old, I had a super fat friend and found her so beautiful that a thin woman and I liked it very

Ooh, I definitely had tendencies as a youth (padding clothes, finding this online) but I pushed it down and away for most of young adult life. It awakened fully about 10 years ago.

I was dating in college, and the women I was dating kept making jokes about gaining weight, making me gain weight, and to my surprise - I liked it. From there, it all came back.

I think I've always had this fetish. Like many people on this website, I discovered it through childhood TV shows: when a character gained weight for an episode, I found it fascinating.

I was also anorexic until a few years ago, so I liked seeing other people fat, not myself. Then I realized that it was me who wanted to see myself as fatter (but for real, not like when I looked in the mirror and saw myself as obese), and I started therapy (it was really hard, but now I'm almost overweight).

So, to each their own pace: you may like it and it may not be for you, or you may need a push.

Remember as about a 7-9 year old…. How my grandma would call me her “Little Round Rosy” in front the other cousins. I had 5 girl first cousins —who lived nearby, all close to my age and on the tall/thin side plus my own average sized sister. We’d have dinner there often on a Sunday night. By the time I was in the car….. my pants would be so tight….. I’d roll my tummy out of the waistband and loved to pat it on the way home in the dark. I started to wonder why I looked so much rounder than other girls…. Why I didn’t have real jeans with a zipper or belt … But I guess I just didn’t realize how fat I was back then. School uniform and then stretchy “pretty plus” clothes. Mostly from Sears and Penney’s catalogs. Also remember helping a very large neighbor by getting her mail from the mailbox at the end of her driveway often in the summer. Then she’d treat me to some cookies…. and often made some nice comment about how I looked. No one in my family ever said anything like!

I always love telling mine and my wife’s gaining story — always love seeing these “origin story” threads :-) Several similarly-titled threads in the forum, but here it is again:

My first memory of encountering 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 or big thighs. 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 and 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. 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.

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 health-related issues with certain meds’ effects on her. Three years later, she had the depo shot for birth control and got pregnant (and fatter) anyway with her second child. Wish I’d have known her then so I could have witnessed her body change. Her waistline and belly just exploded in size :-) She stopped wearing underwear at a certain point and her back is big and broad with luscious layers of fat all 300+ pound ladies seem to have. Her butt also grew into a full-fledged “buttshelf” during that time. 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 340 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 :-)