Fat experiences

i have written about this in previous threads, so i won't repeat it all... but there was a real moment of "no return" for me, too.

i had taken a conscious break from exercise and restraint, and was enjoying a life of excess with my girlfriend at that time. i was around 150 or 160 when we'd met, and i thought i would let myself get up to 200 and then lose the weight...

well, i overshot the mark a little, getting up to about 220 before going back to the gym. that lasted a few weeks, and i was over 250 by the time i decided i *really* had to do something!

but by then i was just so embarrassed being in the gym... i could only last a few minutes on the treadmill, my gut bouncing all the time... and i was humiliated by how light the weights were that i could lift! i could barely do a push-up, and i couldn't even do a single sit-up!

so i hit that point psychologically them. now, almost 200 lbs heavier, i am pretty resigned to being fat, the point of no return is so long past!

I have a feeling that if that happened to me (where I get fat and cannot lose the weight), I would also feel inclined to let go and get even more fat.

My point of no return was being around people who were fatter than me. I always felt out of place when we were out together. So now, I feel more comfortable being as fat as my friends.

My point of no return was before I even started properly gaining. I was already a bit chubby but I woke up one morning after a party and saw my belly was a little more bloated than usual and thought I looked really good with the extra weight.

I do believe there is a point of no return. This is the point where you accept your desire to gain weight and have that soft jiggly body you so desire. This comes at the expense of certain society norms which is always saying to lose weight. I'm not sure I am there yet, but I know I am very close. The last few weeks there has been an obsession to start the ball rolling again and really be committed to it. Before when I gave in I never reached the point of no return because the extra weight was not completely noticeable. This time it is as I have already outgrown jeans and I am getting close with shirts. This time I really feel the extra weight and there is nothing I do not like about it. I think part of it is my age, If I am ever going to do it now is the time. T he point of no return is reached when you KNOW your not going back and you completely give in the ravenous desire to be stuffed and fat. I am spending way too much time thinking about this and just letting go would be sooo much easier.

If I *had* to lose weight or risk death, could I? Sure. I don't believe that even I, a nearly 600 pound woman, have hit some level of obesity that renders me powerless to change it.

That said, only a medically necessary situation would make me lose weight at this point. I'm very happy with my body, belly size, and life-style, and ALL of this weight was either directly intentional or the result of stretching my stomach out so much in a gaining spurt, it was hard to stop. While I may need to lose a little to fit into my wedding dress, bought 55 pounds ago, it will be as small a loss as possible. I don't foresee ever wanting to drop below 525. That's when I became truly satisfied with the look and feel of my obese body.

Your story is much like mine, I was a fat at 7 and knew I wanted to be bigger. But could not be open in a family and society that did not tolerate being fat. It made my youngest year confusing and frustrated. And it has taken another 25 year to be comfortable being me. It’s is a shame but now I will be as fat as I or my body wants to be.

Marrying my feeder lmao.

But seriously probably like 300 lbs. Sometimes I’ll get a bug up my ass to lose weight and try to be “normal” and it always falls apart before I’m out of the 300s because at some point the sheer SEXUAL ENERGY I get from wanting to experience increasingly extreme levels of weight gain overpowers my desire to like ride on a roller coaster 4 years from now >_>

And obviously she gets excited about it, too, so we’re both rewarded for this behavior lol

Recently when I decided I’m not going back; recently when I gave away my size 42 pants and jeans; when I decided I want to wear size 46-48 and hit at least 250-260 lbs (I’m about 5’6”); when I realized I want to become obese. Not immobile or unhealthy obese but definitely noticeably obese with soft blubbery fat. Giving away my pants was a definite point-of-no-return. And I’m pretty happy with the decision.

Probably when I went from just pudgy to having fat rolls, flesh and fat that folded and hung off me regardless of if I was standing or sitting.

It just hit me that these new additions were permanent and wouldn't go away short of drastic or medical intervention.