This is genius.

It’s an unfortunate reality that fat shaming is still considered acceptable by many people. I remember at a young age seeing one of my heavy classmates taunted at school; I thought people ganging up on him like that was cowardly and pathetic. We became good friends, and he turned out to be a gifted genius.

The first and only time I’ve been directly shamed for my weight was at my father’s funeral, of all places. It’s just not the kind of thing one easily forgets, because it’s so insanely insensitive and hurtful.

“How to Get Fat”
Probably not exactly what the OP is looking for, as it’s more of a tongue-in-cheek novelty aimed at women than a legitimate guide—but it’s not entirely devoid of useful information and suggestions. I bought it a long time ago and left it permanently on my nightstand as a sort of subliminal encouragement and motivator. It didn’t hurt.

This one likely affects short people the most, but at some point during my fattening my belly got big enough that it bumps into counters/countertops, which makes reaching for things across or above the counter a bit of a struggle. (Bonus points if I’m reaching for cookies and grunting from the effort!) My ex-feeder thought it was cute.

I eat verrryyy slowly. When I started gaining, I would gorge and binge much more frequently—but this often led to indigestion, some nausea, and even vomiting on a few occasions (waste of calories!) So I started “grazing” (with some occasional binges) and have found this tortoise-like approach works well both for maintaining and for a slow gain.
On those rare instances where I do stuff myself to or beyond capacity, I get so turned on that the endorphins seem to cancel out any pain.

My father practiced psychology/psychiatry/psychoanalysis for about 50 years, and my sister currently practices psychology. I also studied a little psychology, so that’s my background for offering the following simple and hopefully not-too-painfully-obvious observation: many people get into psychology as a way of working out their own issues. It’s possible these women followed that path because they’re prone to issues relating to food and eating, etc… or not. Too many other potential factors to draw any conclusions with certainty.

I never got into this fetish—this fetish got into me. It came naturally and at an early age. Now it’s less a fetish than simply the dominant feature of my sexual identity.

Absolutely! My fatness is tremendously autoerotic, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t masturbate to pics of my own bloated swollen squishy body—usually after a big meal or three.

Forgive me; it was never my intention to cause any offense. Hearing of your traumatic ordeal cements this as the first and last time I will ever say that.

It lowers your risk of being kidnapped.
(I stole that one, but it’s accurate.)