The same thing I told a guy at a NYE party at a gay club who was patting my chest … touch me one more time and you’ll draw back a bloody stump. I don’t like being touched, grabbed or hugged even by family or friends.

Crickets. That is, no one has ever said anything.

Pretty much anything that is erotic, enhances one’s sexual experience and gratification, and imo can be considered taboo.

For me, which I’m usually reluctant to mention because I think it’s odd, though almost all fetishes are “odd”, a major fetish and turn on is masturbating in a crisp pressed, snug button down dress shirt. I even have a couple that I keep especially for masturbating in. As I gain weight the tighter they get the more of a turn on it is.

So, that’s a fetish.

I like getting fat. I have a kink for crisp pressed button down shirts. Both of these turn me on. I love masturbating wearing one of those shirts and imagining getting fatter.

I don’t know where this kink came from, though I have an idea. Suffice to say I can remember as far back as puberty and having my first orgasm that I’ve had this fetish.

I’m usually reluctant to mention it because other people might think it’s silly and trivial… crisp white dress shirts with button down collars, preferably no tie, collar and one or two additional buttons undone. Why button down collars? No idea 🤷🏻‍♂️ except that maybe because it stands up and frames the neck and face better. All I know is that they turn me on. They’re my shirts of choice.

I have to allow myself a little more time when getting dressed because once I tuck my shirt in, and put my belt on I may have to change my skivvies. I have had “accidental firings” in them.

As someone else said, baby steps. This is a journey with one step forward, two steps back, another step forward, another step back … y’know.

It’s got to be 10-12 years I’ve been gaining, losing (usually not deliberately), gaining and back and forth. When I realized I love being fat, AND no one gave a rat’s ass about it, I became even more confident about showing off my belly, and even my face.

I’ve had a full beard for about 10-12 years and wanted to see how fat my face got. I shaved down to a stache and goatee, and was not disappointed at how blubbery my face and double chin got. I’ve since grown my beard back because that’s who I am … an awesome tattooed bearded fat man. 😂😂😂

As I got more comfortable and confident in being fat and showing off, I began wearing my pants and belts tighter so my belly hung over, not being concerned that my shirt buttons were straining (it was even a bit of a turn on when one popped open 😈). I learned to not (try to) suck in my belly … like that was even possible anymore. 😄

So yeah, it can take a little time and patience. Be kind to yourself, and on the off-chance other people are not, look at them, shrug, say “oh well …” 🤷🏻‍♂️ and change the subject.

I do, I’m not ashamed to admit it. I see pics of myself usually clothed because I love getting dressed, particularly in nice dress slacks and a crisp dress shirt. When I see how snug they are, showing off my belly it turns me on and have to masturbate.

1. Tape measure around my belly.
2. Scale.

I’m about 5’6” and 223 lbs, 51” belly. I’m trying to get to at least 250-260 lbs, 270-280 would be even hotter but probably unrealistic, 56-57” belly.

I think about the clothing sizes I want to get to. I currently wear size 44-46 waist (depending on brand) pants. I fantasize about 48-50, shirts in snug XXL. For years I had a fear of getting fat but now I’m cutting loose.

I’m about 5’ 5/6” and 223 lbs. I was a powerlifter with my neck growing to 19”. I need a 19 1/2 - 20 collar and 32-33 sleeve. At that size the body is usually way too big. The shirts I have are 17 1/2, which fit in the body and sleeves but there’s no way I can button the collars. Fortunately I rarely ever wear a tie. If I do, I leave the collar and tie loosened. My beard usually covers it, depending on how long I let it grow.

If I buy XL or XXL shirts the sleeves are too long. In pants need 44 or 46 waist. So, it’s really hard to find anything that fits right. Custom clothing is very much out of my financial reach.