Frogman:
*Being* supersized is as tantalizing for me to imagine as *becoming* supersized. It’s not only the destination, it’s the journey.

(The following is one example of a personal passing fantasy. I hope no one is offended by it.)

I would have to gain 250 lbs. to make it to 500. In order to gain such an extreme amount of weight, I’d need a lot of help. So I fantasize about an arrangement where several people are entirely devoted to my huge gain—say two dominant feeders and a “trainer” who keeps me motivated and documents my progress. Day by day, I get fatter and fatter. My capacity increases along with my appetite. My mobility decreases. I’m transforming. The person I once was—the “skinny guy”—is further and further in the rear-view mirror. Terror grips me when I realize he’s gone forever, but food has become my pacifier. My feedeers shovel in a mountain of buttery syrupy pancakes, and I feel tremendously exhilarated. This is my life now. I’m voluntarily embodying the stereotypes and misconceptions society holds about the super obese: no willpower, lazy, greedy, gluttonous…

Today’s the day. It feels like a second birthdate. I look up from the bed and around the room for my helpers, but they’ve gone. I’m too excited to care. I see a huge cake on the table, a new scale on the floor, and an envelope pinned to the wall.
I know I’ve reached my goal and can’t wait to see ‘500’ on the scale, I just need to heave myself out of bed and waddle my huge fat naked ass across the room. But now I’m *barely* mobile, and what once would have been fast and easy turns into a sweaty ordeal of navigating the world in a very different body.

I finally make it, but now I’m starving again and can’t stop myself from shoving handfuls of cake into my food hole. In the midst of gorging, I notice the word “SURPRISE!!!” written in frosting, which is confusing. What surprise? I lick frosting off my fingers and open the envelope to read the card inside: “Dear fatboy, we thought you might appreciate a more accurate scale.”

I get on the scale, wait a moment, then step off to read the result. ‘615’. I stare in disbelief at the number, and weigh myself again. ‘615’. Was the previous scale defective, or did my helpers tamper with it? By the time I’m able to process my new reality of life at six hundred and fifteen pounds, I’m starting to get turned on. I look at my body in the mirror, and a combination of joy, excitement, admiration, and genuine contentment flows through my mind as I study every crease, dimple, fold, and roll. This is everything I wanted and more. A whole new world has opened up. And for the first time in a long time, I’m happy.

Canuck:
oh, i truly adore this lifestyle! i loved those years of not spending time in the gym, of eating and drinking and indulging to my heart's content - once i got past that initial uncertainty, i really enjoyed myself.

discovering the delights of food, all the flavours, aromas and textures... experiencing the disabling delight of being truly stuffed... i loved every minute, and i miss it now.

there is something wonderful about feeling big, feeling heavy, too. the reduction in flexibility, speed and endurance is sometimes more difficult to adjust to - but even those can be fun, in the right circumstances with the right partner!

i am still enjoying my fatness, even if i am not able to participate with wild abandon like i used to. i will never be thin again, i am quite certain!

Viktoshka:
I want to ask the feedee. When you reached your weight goal, did you leave the feeder yourself? Or did he leave you himself, only because you got fat and you became uninteresting to him? It would be very interesting to know your experience.

Munchies:
My question is, why are you expecting feedees and feeders to part ways?

Yeah, it happens, but it's far more common for the two to stay in contact. A feeder can help the feedee maintain. Considering this scenario involves a long-term feedist relationship, they are usually friends or significant others. So, it makes no sense for the two parties to split.

Frogman:
I cannot say for certain that I do or don’t regret gaining. Mostly I don’t because I love feeling fat and it’s (auto)erotic, but there are also times when I wish I was thin and fit again—like when I have to exert myself. I have a theory that gaining may be more challenging mentally for some who start thin, because we’re not accustomed to being “a fat person”, living as one, and being treated as one.

Being fat was a desire of mine since I was a teenager. I tried padding first, which was fun but ultimately unsatisfying, so I tried gaining on and off for years. My size fluctuated between “very skinny” (when I was addicted to opiates) and “a little bit chubby” when I tried gaining.
By the time I was 30, I couldn’t suppress my burning desire to become fat any longer. I decided to gain 100 lbs. I embraced the feedee/gainer lifestyle, avoiding exercise while eating as much as possible, and eventually I was successful in my goal—plus ~20 lbs. I went from a “normal” weight to “class III obesity”.
Right now I’m not really in a position to continue gaining (I would if I could), so I’m just maintaining, trying to enjoy myself around food, and occasionally overindulging my appetite.

Viktoshka:
Thanks for sharing your story! It sounds like this journey has been about so much more than just changing your body - it's about true self-expression. You say you can't actively bulk up right now, but if you had the chance, do you have a goal you'd like to reach?

Frogman:
You’re welcome.
If I had the chance, I would love to grow to 350-400 lbs. I feel that’s a realistic goal for a very short guy. But the problem with goals is that when you achieve them, sometimes you think: “Now what do I do?” I often fantasize about what 500-600+ lbs. would be like, but for me those are just fantasies.

Viktoshka:
I want to ask people who were thin before and decided to gain weight. After you gained weight, do you regret doing it? If you don't, then share your experience of gaining weight. How did you do it?

Bobo:
After my feeder helped me go from 181 chubby pounds to 233, I was thrilled and horrified at the same time. But my body changes turned my feeder on so much that I felt like a movie star! I really enjoyed her belly kisses, squeezes and having me as "Tubby" in her phone.

We did it by me eating 5 full meals a day, plus snacking in between, then spending evenings in front of the TV just bringing me more stuff to eat until bedtime. Also, not much exercise - a walk here and here, but 5-10 minutes, that's it. We watched me blow up and we were both into it! ❤️

I don't regret it! I wish I had someone else to do it with, I would take off the brakes for the right human.

Viktoshka:
I want to ask people who were thin before and decided to gain weight. After you gained weight, do you regret doing it? If you don't, then share your experience of gaining weight. How did you do it?

SumoSized:
I used to be really skinny 4 years ago, I was around 125. I knew I was upset with my body and wanted to be bigger so I started with muscle. I put on around 60 lbs of muscle and decided that still wasn't doing it for me. For a while I wasn't intentionally gaining weight but I wasn't trying to lose it either. Then around mid last year I decided to fully commit and start gaining weight proper (both muscle and fat) and I've never been happier with my body and certainly have no regrets.

Viktoshka:
It's great that you've found what makes you happy! Sounds like a path to true comfort in your body. Have you achieved the shape you were aiming for, or do you have new goals?

SumoSized:
Not yet, I'm hoping to at least get to 300 lbs maybe more. I'm just taking things step by step. I don't want to commit to gaining a certain amount of weight only to be unsatisfied with it.

Frogman:
I have a theory that gaining may be more challenging mentally for some who start thin, because we’re not accustomed to being “a fat person”, living as one, and being treated as one.


Canuck:
i would agree with this theory, having been thru a similar experience.

i started gaining when i was with a fat partner. i'd been athletic my whole life, and it was the first time i kind of gave myself permission to "let go." when i was with my partner, enjoying our life together, it was amazing... but it was in those other moments when the realization was much harder to deal with.

after putting on 50 lbs i panicked a little and rushed back to the gym with an idea of getting back in shape, and that is when the reality of getting fat and out of shape really hit me. i was a (large) shadow of my former self in the gym!

that happened a few times during my that initial year of gaining. as time went on i think i kind of eased into being a fat (and growing) guy, and that conflict with my self-image as a buff, fit guy sort of died away.

now, several years later, and three times my original size, i look at it like a different life - almost a different person! and that is kind of cool, too, getting to live more than one life in a single lifetime.

like @frogman i am no longer trying to gain, and i should actually lose some weight, but i will never go back to being a thin guy or average sized.

Frogman:
I cannot say for certain that I do or don’t regret gaining. Mostly I don’t because I love feeling fat and it’s (auto)erotic, but there are also times when I wish I was thin and fit again—like when I have to exert myself. I have a theory that gaining may be more challenging mentally for some who start thin, because we’re not accustomed to being “a fat person”, living as one, and being treated as one.

Being fat was a desire of mine since I was a teenager. I tried padding first, which was fun but ultimately unsatisfying, so I tried gaining on and off for years. My size fluctuated between “very skinny” (when I was addicted to opiates) and “a little bit chubby” when I tried gaining.
By the time I was 30, I couldn’t suppress my burning desire to become fat any longer. I decided to gain 100 lbs. I embraced the feedee/gainer lifestyle, avoiding exercise while eating as much as possible, and eventually I was successful in my goal—plus ~20 lbs. I went from a “normal” weight to “class III obesity”.
Right now I’m not really in a position to continue gaining (I would if I could), so I’m just maintaining, trying to enjoy myself around food, and occasionally overindulging my appetite.

Viktoshka:
I want to ask people who were thin before and decided to gain weight. After you gained weight, do you regret doing it? If you don't, then share your experience of gaining weight. How did you do it?

SumoSized:
I used to be really skinny 4 years ago, I was around 125. I knew I was upset with my body and wanted to be bigger so I started with muscle. I put on around 60 lbs of muscle and decided that still wasn't doing it for me. For a while I wasn't intentionally gaining weight but I wasn't trying to lose it either. Then around mid last year I decided to fully commit and start gaining weight proper (both muscle and fat) and I've never been happier with my body and certainly have no regrets.