I posted a video especially for this thread.

Wow I came to this way later than the vast majority of you.

Size and weight never occurred to me as a kid. I grew up in Southern California and was just a really active kid. I had friends who were my size and others who were big, I never cared or really observed that as a thing that mattered at all.

My best friend in high school was super duper skinny and tiny though and I remember thinking man, that must suck! I was curvy but thin, boobs and hips and booty.

I was in the Army for awhile and extremely fit and enjoyed being so, it wasn’t unusual for me to wear revealing clothing and show off.

I didn’t think about weight or food or anything to do with them one way or another.

Then I got pregnant and got huge. My boyfriend wasn’t happy but it was temporary so I didn’t care. After the baby I went right back to being skinny.

Then a different partner and two more kids later I had filled out more but naturally would lose weight without trying.

I vividly remember I was doing laundry naked and my partner walked by and looked at me and said he was gonna go buy me a box of crispy creme donuts because my butt was getting to small.

I was really intrigued by this but it’s not like we talked more about it or pursued it. I don’t have any recollection of him purposely encouraging or trying to actually add calories to my diet. The idea that he may have been doing so is kinda exciting tho!

Eventually our relationship ended and I had another partner who explicitly told me, I’ve always wanted to date someone with a big booty and he’d touch my ass and juggle it and smack it ALL THE TIME. Totally worshipped it and it was really fun.

Then I got really sick and was in and out of the hospital all of 2010, almost died and weight just fell off me. I went from a size 10 to a size 4 and I was so insecure about my small size.

I remember being sad my thighs didn’t touch anymore and my boobs were non existent. I complained a lot and felt like everything that made me sexy and womanly disappeared.

That relationship ended and I started dating the man I’d date for the next 8 years.... he loved tiny women. Tinier the better. I felt too big for his ideal tastes and I was small...

I don’t do monogamy, I’ve always had open relationships and so I also dated others while with him... and this is kinda important and good and instrumental.

Over the last four years my weight started to increase, especially after having a surgery where they had to remove half my abdominal muscles because of a tumor. It seemed like the more my weight increased the less frequency of sex we’d have. And he never touched my body the way other men did with excitement and passion and this really wore on me because I was so in love with him. I’d ask him about it and he’d deny it had anything to do with my size. I’d drop it but still I knew.

As my size went up my comfort in my body went up. I liked being full and soft. It felt sexy. I felt more confident and it showed because other men I dated always gave me that feedback and they were so into sex and my body and me too.

Over the last two years my feelings about fat and my body really grew and I noticed my relationship with those feelings was one that created feelings of naughtiness for the first time. I had a bdsm play partner that I asked to use my growing fat body to humiliate me and he did and it was so hot. I enjoyed when he’d call me fat or pig or saggy, even ugly and disgusting.

It didn’t shame me, it empowered me. I’m sure it helped that even tho he was saying those words his physical and carnal desires showed through and he always demonstrated with his actions how much he desired and wanted me. It was a lot of fun and probably instrumental in helping cope with the physical rejection I was experiencing with the man I was in love with.

It felt subversive to be fat and that was exciting too.

My relationship with the man I was in love with unraveled. I’m so happy to be away from him now and I finally accepted that I have love and joy for my fat body and eating and indulging in those things and having it be sexual and exciting instead of just something I played with in the context of bdsm.

I’m still really indifferent to other people’s fat and their eating habits. I have no desire to encourage others. But I definitely love everything about others encouraging me.

My weight still fluctuates a bit and will come off unwillingly when I’m especially active or when I get sick. I still really enjoy being active and get frustrated when I’m too sick to do so. (My illness is genetic has nothing to do with weight)

I definitely love the idea of men taking me out to dinner and feeding me and encouraging me to eat as much as possible and then to eat even more just to make them happy. Dressing me in ways that show off my fat body for their pleasure especially. And also especially love when a man plays with and enjoys my fat body.

So yep. Total latecomer. But

Same.

The one that really gets me tho is when someone says I have a fat pussy. I mean I like all my body parts being called fat and that one is my favorite.

The word saggy also has this affect. Combine them and I’m in heaven... fat saggy anything makes me so excited!

Something that motivates me to get fatter is to be able to have fuckable rolls because I think it’s so hot.

I have a friend who fucks my belly button sometimes and it makes me so wet and excited. I love it.

I have had a partner do these types of things to me IRL. I was incredibly 🔥🔥🔥 even tho sometimes he’d make me cry.

One time he put a pig snout on me and drove me around during the day with traffic around.

I’d say that was the awfullest most humiliating thing he’s done. He would often inspect me and jiggle me and make me wear clothes that were too small and say cruel things to me... it was wonderful.

About ten years ago I had a dramatic weight loss (not trying) and I felt so self conscious in such a small body... I went from like a 12/14 to a size 4/6...

I’ve gradually gained back weight but in the last couple years it really packed on and I was the heaviest I’ve ever been, 215lbs.

I really liked it, my bf at the time not so much. (We met when I was skinny) My previous boyfriends always liked when I was heavier so I knew it was a him issue and not a me issue.

I dumped him last year and now I am totally indulging myself.

Being feed for the purpose of getting fat for the other person’s pleasure. Being told, I know you’re stuffed but eat some more so you can get fat for me. (Instant gush!)

Being called fat, but told I’m not fat enough.

Forced lactation/milking

Belly button fucking

Being made to wear clothes that are revealing or too small.

Pig play, being a pet

Forced orgasm

Cum play

Nipple and pussy pumping

Pussy stretching

Affectionate cruelty

Humiliation

So many things...