Gaining

I've been gaining weight for my first time, for about over a year now. I never thought I'd purposely start gaining weight, I was always scared to give it a go and worried about what people would think. But thankfully I gave in one day, and it's been an amazing decision! I never thought it would become so addicting. The feeling of stuffing myself full like a pig feels so good, watching my belly grow over the past year and noticing progress every week is intoxicating.
My goal is 250lbs, and I'm still only around at 150lbs. Yet my belly already looks so round and doughy, so l've got a fun road ahead of me. For some reason all the fat I build up really only goes for my belly, I'm noticing more parts of my body becoming more jiggly but it mainly all goes to my gut first lol. The first time I outgrew some clothes felt like a milestone and sooooo hot. I purposely like wearing tighter clothes when I'm chilling at home, it makes me feel even fatter and heftier.
Don't even get my started about my belly spilling over my waist when I sit down and all the fat rolls start plumping out! My appetite has been growing like crazy too, I love being able to sit down and pig out to my hearts desire. My only goal now is to find a mutual gaining relationship, sounds like a dream helping and encouraging each other get fatter and fatter. The thought of the road ahead of me with becoming a *** is very exciting and encouraging. I'm happy to share my progress and experiences along the way

I’ve been gaining weight since I was eight years old. When I was watching Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, my favorite character was Violet Beauregard; where she would turn into a blueberry. I wanted to be fat just like my two aunts were.

By the time I started third grade, I was already chubby. During the summer, I would eat a lot and my appetite began to increase. My clothes were getting smaller as I started getting heavier. My thighs were rubbing together, I was getting a noticeable starter belly and a fat face.

By me being the younger sister, I was outweighing my older sister by becoming fat. My sister would pat my belly stating that “you’re becoming a fatty “. I couldn’t keep up with the kids on the block when we’re running. I would come in last and out of breath.

My mother tried putting me on a diet to lose weight. She had to go to specialty stores for me because I couldn’t wear regular size clothes for girls. Therefore, I became part of the fat group where the overweight kids were treated differently than the skinny kids.

I started going to fat camp in the summer to get my weight on track. I would lose a few pounds; only to regain weight. My cousin; who is the same age as I am, was also overweight. We would be at the table together; eating a lot. Once we were done, we would waddle to the sofa and rest. Our bellies would be poking out of our shirts in exhilaration. The best part of being fat is when you waddle, your belly jiggles.

This sounded really nice memory from your past, thanks for sharing.

I would love to feel my belly jiggling & bouncing when waddling, hopefully this will happen in the future

I’m up to 225 with my mini-moobs finally showing a little more 👍