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.

I actually have another condition which extends my belly. It kind of makes me look a bit chubby, but there's a weird imbalance between that and everything else. So part of this is me wondering what it would look like, if that balance were fixed. I've had varying degrees of success, but I almost always get thwarted by one thing or another. I've managed to get into clinical overweight territory, but the more underlying condition quickly dropped my weight.

I've also been into this whole fat thing for about as long as I remember. Curiosity turned to arousal, and now it's at the point where, if my husband is losing weight, then I might as well continue try to pack on. It's a very upward battle for me though.

Oh, I'd almost forgotten: This is also a way for me to transition. See, I can't do hormones in the traditional sense, at least not pills or injections. So I have to basically shape my body from the outset. Not exactly the way I'd like to go about it, but at least I'm getting curvier!

There was a kid roughly two or three doors down from my house when I was a kid, he was enormous for the age we were.

I remember in secret, trying to do things to look more like him.

It could also have been a very early sign of my bisexuality, but that might be quite a stretch.

I remember asking once pretty generally what being fat was like, since I'd always been curious.

My response was something to the effect of "It's like having a lot of pizza dough as a belly" and that notion rather turned me on. I'd been trying to gain since.

It's been such a long while (long story short, I've lost a lot of weight due to health issues not related to gaining), but I do remember whenever I did heavy cream, I would notice that spike. Sometimes in about a few days, but it'd gotten me from about 10 stone to 12. I've been riding on 10.5 after a lot of work gaining back the weight I lost.

Short answer, it's been key for me.

375 would probably be ideal weight.

I know that's pretty tiny compared to some, but to me, that's where you can go no wrong.

Had a flu the past 36 or so hours. I swear double cream is the only thing saving my gaining.

For some fun and advice while I continue my first and only successful venture into getting chubby. I think I also might be here to help get a better sense of confidence, maybe show off once in a little while.