I know I have a habit of doing this, and I'm not averse to anyone, but I have my reasons. Believe it or not, I often use this website as drawing reference. Don't worry, I haven't downloaded anybody's pictures. The very reason why I don't is because I'm creating my own. But I am always studying how fat accumulates, where, what shape it might take, what common shapes there are, lighting, etc.
And I use this place for it because it's the only space everyday people are on it willingly showing their own progression in gaining weight rather than models all the time. I always want to get things as realistic as possible. What I draw is more of an amalgamation of things I've seen here, personally, and in other people's art. Plus whatever my arm actually can draw. If I've been on your profile in the past, chances are I was looking for someone around your exact size and I was studying one out of many possible ways that I could draw. I do also realize it may seem invasive, and if it is so for you, I do apologize.

But there are some profiles I've noticed that say "Do not interact, don't even look at the pictures, this is only for me". If I've been on your profile and went into your pictures, I do apologize.

Aside from those two things, I try and keep my sex-specific profile and my main profile separate, leaving out as many personal details as I can because, well... Too many places have all our data. If you want to chat and I've been on your profile, I'm open to it. I'm just not exactly open relationship-wise right now, so I'm not looking here for partners. I'm trying to keep things as professional as possible.
Just art and chatter.

I've wanted to chime in here as well, as I want those who are still worried about this that something like this isn't a novelty to ignore a week later like a tourist souvenir. It's been a lifelong thing for me that demands quite constant attention and management.

As it's mentioned a couple times in here, it's not exactly the most rational thing. What's between my ears and between my legs is quite disconnected except for the pathway itself. What I mean here is that regardless of what I may consciously think positively or negatively of any of my kinks, it's going to activate my libido. All I can do is control my own actions and thoughts surrounding it. That goes for anybody else. Growing up in a country of overweight and obese people for me, it's like those teen movies but everyone's a gym bunny in LA, yet the overall culture says that muscles are bad.

So I know it's an issue with the person and not the kink when they decide that abuse or actively making someone feel worthless for something else they can't control - whether it be having or being the kink, or otherwise.

My own path of navigating this kink has shown me how fat and fat people can be quite beautiful or cute or wonderful. I have seen people make more plus-size clothing, achieve things they were told they could never do because of their weight, and become some of the best voices in very needed spaces. Actual medical advice has come from these people because they had to go to doctor after doctor and find one that would look past their weight to find the real issue. Owning your own body fully is one of the greatest things you can do for yourself in many ways. To me it's even sexier because both parties are engaged in full. It often leads to better health. If someone makes you feel bad about that, then they have their own unattended issues to deal with.

I also know there have been some real bad actors and people who have come through spaces like this only looking for their own sexual gratification leaving nothing in return. It's often very demoralizing and in the worst cases, leads to people - most often women - to suffer something they never wanted in their lives. I never want that for anyone, and many people still need to realize the lives they affect when they force a fetish onto someone they see as a "project" of sorts.

Fat itself to me is soft, warm, fun, hypnotic, and often thought-provoking. It defies a lot and still manages to be unique from person to person in how it looks, acts, and even grows or shifts. And these aren't just pretty words, I'm saying all of this having thought about it all for almost 20 years.

This kink has been a bedrock of other things when I look at it all. I first had to accept that I was attracted to larger people when all my peers wanted skinny or muscular women. That led to me being able to accept I was bisexual and then later on, find all the pieces to put together that I'm trans as well. I also hear the stories of how people just find their own way into similar things through feederism, and I love how they can hug themselves mentally and physically! It always gives me a little more hope in times like this. So to me, nobody here is a novelty. If you got here on your own, you're doing a lot more than many others can say, you've already come quite a way in your own journey and that deserves celebration. And hey, a fetish where there's more pizza can't be worse than other fetishes I've heard of.

I have an enlarged spleen which makes my abdomen stick out a little more. You would normally think people would overestimate how much I weigh, right? Wrong.

Everyone somehow still thinks I'm like 120 lbs when I've been in the 170s for quite a few years now. It was only my last vacation when family started noticing that I actually have gained weight. Meanwhile my family where I now live still treat me as if I'm a beanpole. I often wonder what the threshold is.

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.

200 is my real mark here. It's going to be slow-going. But I'm almost 170 now. I really gain in 5lb increments and they can be hard to get, but once they're there, they're there.

I used to measure it based on how many small pizzas I could do. That was about 2 morrisons pizzas.

I don't know how many I can do now (probably more), but I do a large Dominos-sized pizza, half a garlic bread, and some chicken strips on a regular basis. It's not an incredible amount, but the consistency of this has shown.

I can actually discuss a bit about this.

My journey really started when I was about 100 lbs. But my metabolism at the time was rapid. And while it's easier to put on weight now, it's always been seemingly impossible or at least very frustrating. Some of my family would point to this as the thing they'd be most envious about, and then a week later I'd get something like "if only you knew what you could do with fat"

As I've gained bit by bit, most of it has had to do with what fits and what doesn't. And it can sometimes be difficult to tell. I could wear something for years and never realize when time's up for it. Even right now, I'm wearing a pair of jeans that is fine, but if it weren't for another pair I wore yesterday, I wouldn't have noticed that I'm filling these ones out a lot more, and time might be ticking. I can still cross my legs, but not without a little bit of work. Some of my shirts are beginning to feel like I've grown out of them too, and when I used to go for large shirts just for sleeping, now I do it all the time.

When people start to notice, I've gotten "You've put on some weight, but... it's not like you're fat" or even the more recent "It looks good on you". Sometimes it would go back and forth between people thinking I'm thin or putting on weight. Those are the most confusing parts for me. I guess it doesn't help that I also have another unique thing where one of my organs is enlarged, so it throws everyone off.

One thing I can say for certain is that when it comes to appetite, it's like credit. The more you gain, the easier it is to eat more. I am more oftentimes presented with something I get daunted by, but I'll end up getting surprised by being able to eat all of it, and then some.

For the record, I'm now about 165lbs, or beginning to push 12 stone.

I do hope that helps.

Mine still hasn't. I'm still under 200lbs so take that for what you will, but what I do know is that genetics have told just about everyone in my family to get most of the weight in the lower body. So much so that when I went for the first appointment for trans healthcare, they were firm in saying I'd be pear-shaped. My guess is that when I surpass 220, that's when I'll notice it hang.

Started a looooong while back for me. Some of it came out of curiosity, some of it came out of spite, and some out of pleasure (obviously).

I have an odd belly. I'm (still) not very fat, and it's clear when I'm wearing clothes, but not so much when they're off. So as not to completely give myself away, I have a distended stomach due to disability at birth, and so it's disporportionally bigger than just about everything else. I also am known for a large appetite. So, you'd put these two things together and think, well, I'm probably well on my way to immobility.

The catch here is that even in my 20s, my metabolism has worked like a racecar.

I've also been remarked numerous times for how thin I tend to be, even when it's not quite as much as people think. So in order to have some kind of decent body mass, I decided to go this route. I can't exactly remember when I first wanted to gain, but it was early enough. I look at the body I have, and wonder just how big I can get. I also wonder, if the ratio I have already in my body would stay the same, or if everything else would shift around. It's a fun journey in that way.

ideally? Ballpark of 300.
It always looks impossible from any vantage point where I am, so right now I'm just seeing if I can get to 190. I was pushing 170 at a time.