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I've always been fascinated by weight gain.

I didn't decide to gain weight, but I didn't decide not to gain weight. I got caught up in living and now find myself hovering around 275. Having 10 regulars offering me food, and 35 others occasionally offering, makes it hard to stay there...

I'm gaining because iron makes me corny AF & I love playing with my fat!

TheCheezWhizard, you just described what I had to deal with word by word for years
Nice to know I'm not the only one even though it doesn't help anything..

My "2 pence" to add.. I had/have to deal with folks around me don't like me gaining. I don't have to mention that telling anyone about my fat fetish is not an option either?!

KarenJenk is pointing to another change while getting fatter I do see coming which scares me in some way.
I'm interested in a lot of different things which keeps me from changing my eating habits to "just eat mode". I was close to 380 where I hit a plateau. I found I love to read an can't eat the same time. So kill your interest in reading and focus on stuffing, there you have your dumb fatty (in just simple words).
Life hit me in another way and have me fighting to stay above 340 since.

One day guys.. one day!

Didn't really decide to get fat, just decided not to watch what I eat.

This is exactly what happened to me. I gained some weight and decided to stop worrying about what I ate and gained more.

Realizing that I clearly enjoyed the idea of getting bigger

I found myself with less reasons not to gain weight if anything

I was thin most of my life, well into my late 50s. Athletic, runner etc through school and played sports well into my 40s. When I was a child I wanted to be large, fat. Never did though. Well into adulthood, I would gain weight when not visiting family, but would starve myself to 'make weight' for visiting my family. It always worked. That continued into my late 50s. I used to wish I would gain so much weight that I couldn't diet it away. But that never came close to happening.
Then one day I was talking with a friend and she told me I needed to eat. She said that it was obvious that I loved food and that I'm miserable when I'm not eating. We actually argued about it. But she convinced me to try and eat as much as I wanted for one night. Then for me to call her afterward. I did.
I ate I think two dinners, six donuts and something else. I was stuffed. I called her. She asked me how I felt and I said, "other than stuffed, I feel remarkably calm." She was like, "see, I told you. Now you can just eat. It's not the end of the world."
And right then it started. Liberation. I've been gaining weight for the past eight years. I'm large, but it doesn't seem big enough. Nor has my appetite subsided.

I was fat as a little boy. I even remember enjoying being fat. But I had a problem with my self-esteem in society, so I wanted to lose weight. Because I thought that being thin meant being successful, I grew up to be a skinny, 75 kg guy who some people told me could gain a few pounds. In high school, I started running and going to the gym, so I gained some muscle, but I was still skinny. Everything changed when I went to my grandmother's last vacation. When it was summer and the weather was nice, I decided to watch movies on videotape. From morning to night, I just sat in front of the TV and only moved to eat. When I left, I noticed that I had a belly. I was exhausted, I had something to lose. But lying in front of the TV and stuffing myself with goodies was satisfying. As a young boy watching adult videos, I managed to develop into feederism. I started to literally devour it and I completely fell in love with the lifestyle where you satisfy yourself by eating a lot of food and then watch movies all day long. You don't have to go to the gym and you enjoy the fact that you are gaining weight and you want more. In my senior year, when I changed my accommodation, I decided to start enjoying life according to feederism and went to bed after school with packages of cookies and cakes. On weekends, I would regularly go to my parents' house at night and stuff everything I could into the deep fryer. I would eat mayonnaise alone, I wanted to gain weight so much. Suddenly my belly grew and I weighed 90 kg from 78 kg. My parents told me that I was eating like a pig for slaughter. I went out into the world as an adult and suddenly fattening up became more difficult. After some time, I found a place to live and a stable job, and my hopes for becoming fat became real again. I gained 18 kg in the relationship and reached a weight of 108 kg. For a long time, I stayed at a weight of 105 kg. Women who loved fat men started noticing me and complimenting my size. I enjoyed stuffing myself with huge amounts of food whenever I was told to eat heartily. Being fat felt sexy to me. I developed my first red stretch marks, which was incredibly satisfying because it showed I was growing. With my last ex, I tried to get my weight back down to where it used to be. I got down to 86 kg, but I was starving, and a life full of exercise and dieting held no appeal for me compared to a lifestyle of eating and laziness. Since then, I’ve gained 40 kilos and am closing in on 130 kg. I traded the life of an athlete for the life of a fat, lazy man devoted to feederism. A life that makes sense to me.

I love the feeling of getting bigger and softer, taking up more space and getting stuck. The feeling of tight clothes that can barely contain u or are about to burst, and the feeling of eating massive portions that normal ppl cant even fathom, all while feeling it stretch u out and make u heavier.

Just the experience of growing is intoxicating. I ate 40$ of Long John Silver's today, and I'm still hungry, and that alone turns me on immensely, it was only enough for 3 ppl