It almost disgusts me because of who the character is, but I think a description of how much bigger Dudley Dursley had gotten in the last year (to the point where his butt was sagging where it wasn't meeting the seat) started it. I've always had weird fascinations to things that ended up being fetishes.

I'm guessing I'll end up at my goal (190 or around that), but essentially I'm hoping to be just chubby enough for my belly to hang by itself, maybe down an inch or so.

If only that pizza slice at the end was real... It looks sooooo good.

When things droop or hang. Bellies, butts, arms, parts of legs if someone's big enough (usually I see that in artwork, though). It kind of sends a message of "There's just so much here that gravity has really taken it"

that and jiggly things. The more there is, the more it jiggles.

So naturally, I'll end up getting turned on more by subcutaneous fat than hugeness based on visceral fat.

Never read that, but I did read the Goosebumps book "Say Cheese and Die Again" where a character had a similar curse (she kept trying to drink milkshakes as her diet) and the protagonist has the reverse kind of curse and got to a size that would impress many here.

The last couple weeks saw me regaining the last of what I lost, which was about 10-15 lbs. 165 now. If I can push toward 180 by Christmas, that'll set me toward my final goal nicely.

I used to live in Chicagoland