I read an article about athlete nutrition and the tip that stood out to me was that "if you couldn't do the meal again in two hours, it's too much". For here, I think the inverse is true: if you could eat it all again in two hours, it's not enough.

I recently had a dream where l showed up at a no talking stuffing potluck. I don't know what I brought, but I sat it along a row of tables with the lid on it, grabbed a plate, piled it high, and dug in.
I nodded at a man next to an open seat, who nodded to say I could sit there. There was one permanent bench table with two folding tables with metal folding chairs on either end. I sat down and dug in. I was able to focus on the food, deciding what to get more of on the next trip. Halfway through my plate, the man got up to get another plate. When he came back, he took a deep breath before picking up his fork. As I was getting up for my next round, he pointed at the potato salad on his plate as a recommendation. I don't normally like potato salad, but I got a small scoop. Nope. Still gross. I had some rice dish that more than made up for it, and made that the main thing on my third round.
While I was eating my third plate, the man got up and left, and besides nods acknowledging the other people there, I hadn't paid them much attention. Only now did I notice that there were a few people that were taking slow laborious bites, and a few people were rubbing their bellies around the table.
As I went for my fourth plate, I decided to undo the button on my pants, which got a few knowing smiles.
Since I didn't intend to write a story in the forum, I am going to cut out the rest of the dream. You get the point.

I think you need to start sampling the local Mexican food until you find a smothered burrito you are willing to pledge loyalty to.

I don't really like fast food all that much, but I do love big sandwiches. I don't think that most sandwich chains are set up for people to settle in and get stuffed as much as to pickup and leave. Part of the reason I never eat Subway is that even if I walk in hungry, the smell kills my appetite.
That being said, I have been known to order multiple sandwiches to go just to take them to a more comfortable place to eat them, like a park bench.
It probably doesn't have the same thrills as eating in large orders of more scandalous junk food, but is still fun.

Oops. I made the leap in my mind that the part I feel guilty about is the that sometimes the forum skews younger and more single, where I don't have any business.
Maybe it's demographic or cultural, but I don't think anyone would be shocked by my love of fat. Lol, indeed.

Thanks. I lurked for years because I didn't think that I had anything to add to the conversation, so when I decided to actually join this site, I promised myself to make it worth it by contributing.

My gym has all types, from senior citizens to meathead bodybuilders to chubby middle-aged couples. I like that respect comes not from looks, but with consistency. The fat lady that puts in 30 minutes walking around the track gets the same nods and fist bumps as the hardbody jumping rope, and we all will roll our eyes at the doofus who doesn't re-rack his plates and wears jeans on the treadmill.

I am often surprised at how old or young some people are based on what they are saying. I like to hear from the more experienced voices, as otherwise things devolve into either newbie questions or thinly veiled personal ads. I wouldn't consider the discussions we have here as out of character from the rest of my life, but because of the sensuality I don't really have other outlets to share the pleasures of stuffing sessions or the arousing sighting of fresh flab.
I wonder what the average age and weight of the membership of this site is.

I hate wasting food. When I find something in the fridge has turned, it bothers me.
Conversely, I love my job as the 'leftover killer', when there is something taking up space for almost too long and it's either eat it all right now or toss it.
Anyone know what I mean?

1. Excercise. I lift hard 3× a week and do cardio so I don't have to watch every calorie.

This comes in handy when I notice chubby newbies or prodigal members of my gym who let themselves go while they were gone.

2. Stuff low-calorie food. When I really need to get a full belly, I stuff with cabbage, oatmeal, homemade fruit smoothies, beans, watermelon, or other filling things.

It's a different feeling than eating something fatty or greasy in that there is all of the fullness but none of the heavy grogginess. I can still be productive the rest of the day.

As far as with my imagination, I remind myself that there is always time. If I decided to actually become a feedee, the muscles I've built would help me carry more weight. The capacity I've built means I could really blow up quickly if I wanted to.

I think not being an active gainer would be torture if it was something I wasn't sure I could do. I like a challenge. Knowing that I could do it but choose not to because of other life goals makes it not a conflict that has to be resolved.