Just now noticing you on here :-) That belly site has grown! You’re also my wife’s weight, according to your profile. 330 with a huge belly is sexy AF :-)

I suppose my ideal interaction is just to keep having my wife express her contentment with her weight through actions and not so much words. Case in point, tonight as I came out with the last batch of home fries from the kitchen, I asked if she wanted more. “Of COURSE I want more fries!” she said :-) She’s the same way with cakes, pies and other desserts, especially if she bakes them. After a quick passing mention of how she was once much smaller,
she’ll stuff her face and love every bite :-) Same with pizzas for lunch; she downs an entire large pizza with ease :-)

Quite common in ladies with large, hanging bellies. My other half’s belly button has become large in recent years but more shallow. The inner part is being pushed closer to the surface as she’s become fatter.

Underwear is a thing for gainers for both men and women. I’m kinda low in the waist department after having to cut certain foods for health reasons. I’m trying to get my ball belly back, anyway, though!

My wife stopped wearing underwear years ago when her belly and butt got too huge for them and her waistline disappeared underneath it :-)

I just enjoy telling the story so dang much, I’ll just tell it again :-)

My first memory of encountering body fat was a regained memory told to me years after the fact by my mother. I would play with the arm fat of any female relative when I was a toddler and was being held. I’m told my grandmother slapped me one time for doing it.

In young adulthood, I felt the attraction to chubby girls starting in middle school and on into high school. I didn’t have a girlfriend until I was out of high school (wasn’t ever part of the clique, as they say), but nothing turned me on like a pair of chubby cheeks, chubby upper arms, big thighs or a big belly on a girl.
Chubby bare feet still turn me on as well :-)

My first steady girlfriend wasn’t all that fat to start out with, but over five years we ate well enough to fill out the both of us. Her arms and belly puffed out mightily; probably gained at least 50 pounds being with me.

Another five-year relationship followed when I moved to another state. She was already heavy, about 5-6 and anywhere between 220 and 270 over the course of that time. She was insecure about it and, along with being bipolar and in denial about it, never really relaxed and enjoyed her own existence, much less her luscious figure.

I met my wife 10 years ago now, at a concert. Mutual friend of ours made sure we were both there. The friend figured we both needed to stumble upon each other after going through such rough previous relationships. I can still remember the first time I saw her short, 5-3 figure walking upon the rest of our friend group to meet up. A black blouse cut low to emphasize what I would eventually find out were 46 DDD breasts. Cute, chubby face, a beautifully big hanging belly the blouse could barely contain and just such a soft touch with everything. I was smitten, though it was another year before we started dating officially.

I was slowly but steadily getting a big ol’ ball belly during these years. A big, hard visceral fat basketball belly! She sure hasn’t minded, being a big girl herself for so long now. Learned over time she was actually a tiny teen, just with out-of-proportion breasts for what was then her figure. I just recently saw pics of her at 13 that I hadn’t seen before. It’s truly amazing how petite and skinny she was before puberty and the rest of her teen years hit.

She had her first child barely out of high school and, according to her accounts, gained between 80 and 100 pounds between the pregnancy and some health-related issues (certain meds’ effects on her). She tried the depo shot for birth control and got pregnant (and fatter) anyway with her second child. She’s told me those depo shots are what changed her body for good. Went from just a puffy figure barely holding on to a big bellied, big-butt(ed) big ol’ fat girl :-) Wish I’d have known her then so I could have witnessed her waistline explode in size and her belly grow from being barely there to being so huge and sexy that she stopped wearing underwear at a certain point. This is as good a point in the story as any to mention her bra band size was only in the low 30s entering her 20s. So that’s more than 12 inches gained just in her middle since then :-)

We had our first child together three years ago now. She was already just at 300 pounds, so she didn’t have to gain but maybe 20 during the pregnancy. Today, she’s a proud 330 pounds with a spirit that’s just as soft and tender as her skin :-) We’d have each other no other way but fat and happy :-)

Totally understood. My other half did podcasting years ago, when it was still considered new and unique. She was quite the object of the wrong kid of folks’ affections, so what little appears of her now is on my page here and with her consent 😊

Congrats and hope to see a pic of all this progress ;-)

Sounds like preferences are changing on both sides and a change is needed?

Wow, I thought I had responded to this one already :-) But apparently not! ….

My first memory of encountering fat was a regained memory told to me years after the fact by my mother. I would play with the arm fat of any female relative when I was a toddler and was being held. I’m told my grandmother slapped me one time for doing it.

In young adulthood, I felt the attraction to chubby girls starting in middle school and on into high school. I didn’t have a girlfriend until I was out of high school (wasn’t ever part of the clique, as they say), but nothing turned me on like a pair of chubby cheeks, chubby upper arms or big thighs. Chubby bare feet still turn me on as well :-)

My first steady girlfriend wasn’t all that fat to start out with, but over five years we ate well enough to fill out the both of us. Her arms and belly puffed out mightily; probably gained at least 50 pounds being with me.

Another five-year relationship followed when I moved to another state. She was already heavy, about 5-6 and anywhere between 220 and 270 over the course of that time. She was insecure about it and, along with being bipolar and in denial about it, never really relaxed and enjoyed her own existence, much less her luscious figure.

I met my wife 10 years ago now, at a concert. Mutual friend of ours made sure we were both there. The friend figured we both needed to stumble upon each other after going through such rough previous relationships. I can still remember the first time I saw her short, 5-3 figure walking upon the rest of our friend group to meet up. A black blouse cut low to emphasize what I would eventually find out were 46 DDD breasts. Cute, chubby face and such a soft touch with everything. I was smitten, though it was another year before we started dating officially.

I was slowly but steadily getting a big ol’ ball belly during these years. A big, hard visceral fat basketball belly! She sure hasn’t minded, being a big girl herself for so long now. She was actually a tiny teen, just with out-of-proportion breasts for what was then her figure. I just recently saw pics of her at 13 that I hadn’t seen before. It’s truly amazing how petite and skinny she was before puberty and the rest of her teen years.

She had her first child barely out of high school and, according to her accounts, gained between 80 and 100 pounds between the pregnancy and health-related issues with certain meds’ effects on her. Three years later, she had the depo shot for birth control and got pregnant (and fatter) anyway with her second child. Wish I’d have known her then so I could have witnessed her waistline explode and her belly grow from being barely there to being so huge and sexy that she stopped wearing underwear at a certain point. Her butt also grew into a full-fledged “buttshelf” during that time. This is as good a point in the story as any to mention her bra band size was only in the low 30s entering her 20s. So that’s more than 12 inches gained just in her middle since then :-)

We had our first child together three years ago now. She was already just at 300 pounds, so she didn’t have to gain but maybe 20 during the pregnancy. Today, she’s a proud 340 pounds with a spirit that’s just as soft and tender as her skin :-) We’d have each other no other way but fat and happy :-)

I think we’re both living the dream ;-)