BigBallBellyGirl:
I'm from a thin family with healthy eating habits, but I was always chubby and have been fascinated by fat people since before kindergarten. My mother lived off salad and soup. I wanted pizza, burgers, bread, sweets, and I would get my fill anytime I was with my grandparents or at a school event. Because I was the heaviest girl in school from the time I was in first grade, I never developed the aversion to fat society wants us to have. I became significantly overweight in elementary school, and I didn't consider it a problem even though my parents and teachers did. By fourth grade, I couldn't squeeze into a regular desk and had a special spot at a crafts table. That was fine with me. Despite my mother's best efforts, I first hit 300 lb in high school, and the only time I've ever felt a desire to lose it was under pressure from my doctor a few years ago. When my weight dropped below 200 lb for the first time in years, I felt like a stranger in my own body. I didn't enjoy having less fat to touch, and I certainly didn't enjoy eating less. Now I'm bigger than ever.. definitely clinically morbidly obese... and I really can't imagine having it any other way ever again.

Divedrion:
My first real relationship actually managed to be with someone who was skinny, but she was actually a bbw and bbm lover. We were both in the closet about it, but what was supposed to be simple romantic feeding desert turned into something much more. We confessed out tastes to one another, and she would then playfully talk about how she would look and feel if she was bigger. Soon after, the conditioning began with me having her always associate food with sex. Going to the grocery store would always put her in the right mood, and the doughnuts I would feed her during love making took her from 145lbs to 289lbs. I’m still amazed at how lucky I was, and after we mutually split up after college, she would go and make more and more bbws and bbms.