My body has always kept me fit without even trying. Now I've been putting so much effort in getting fat and chugging cream, with apparently no results. This gives me hope. With any luck in the long run I'll become obese and will never be able to be fit again.

Also, before I was drinking 1 pint a day, and I was also getting difficulties breathing and an intermittent, intense pain in the heart throughout the day. I stopped for three days (just the cream, I kept eating over 2500 calories including a daily Big Mac large meal) and then it all went away. I then started with it again and didn't get any of those side effects. I still get a horrible reflux after drinking the cream though. This also happened the first time and it too went away when I stopped.

I've been drinking 1.5 pints a day for a little over a week now, it's not pleasant. I haven't made any noticeable progress with this strategy despite the fact that with my diet mathematically I should be gaining a little over 1lb per day, and the cream is 93% of it. The only observation I have is that I'm getting bigger moobs than the last time I weighed as much as now.

I used to have fantasies about getting fat and then losing it. However, I realised about a month ago that if I didn't fully embrace the fatness, I would never be able to become fat at all - I am at an uncommon disadvantage, my body tends to get fit very easily and with very little excercise, even if I eat a lot. So I decided that I would become fat and stay fat forever, that this fat me is who I wanted to be, and I have been working hard to get there ever since. I might be eating about 6000 calories per day whenever I can, but it's really hard to go beyond that. Also there are days in which I just can't eat that much, and so I stay at around 3000. I always make sure to eat more than 2500, so even if slowly, I can be sure that I am gaining every day.

In previous moments of my life I've been afraid to get fat, of what my family would say, or how I'd be regarded in general, but I've understood that there's nothing wrong with being fat, at least if we talk about one's appeareance. I've also come to terms with the fact that I will put my health at risk, but sadly there is no win-win in this situation, and I already know how life is when I don't dare to fatten. So I've just assumed that it's like that, and of course if the doctor tells me that I need to lose the weight because it's endangering my life, I will. But until we get there, I am firm on my determination to become obese.

Me too please!

I remember most of the cartoon examples you've mentioned, but for me I think it all started when Christina Aguilera got fat suddenly and publicly. That night that I saw that on TV was the first time in my life that I ejaculated, at least consciously. Christina Aguilera is my sex goddess ever since then, if I ever got to touch even the skin of her finger I think I'd explode.

Does anyone else avoid talking about this topic with their parents and friends because it arouses you and it's uncomfortable to be aroused with them? Like I've only ever told girfriends and some female friends about it (I'm straight) because that's the only company with which I feel confortable being aroused.

I remember a videogame called Paper Mario. In one of the chapters, you meet a Shy Guy (one of the ones in red coats wearing masks) who's obese. I can't remember his name, it's probably just 'Fat Guy'. The moment I saw this character for the first time I was shocked, maybe because he was just like the rest (and there's a lot of them, all the same and neverending), but he was different, he was the only different one because he had allowed himself to succumb to his desires.

I immediately closed the door of my room and started to put everything I encountered under my shirt. Like not only on the belly, I wraped scarves around my arms and put on like a thousand jumpers. I even stole a bra from my house and put it on with socks inside to emulate manboobs. I just wanted to be as fat as that fat guy.

I looked at myself in the mirror, I was so aroused by the looks of my own body like that, that I was shivering. I was fat and it made me so happy.

In a way I guess when we pad we create a fat persona version of ourselves, and we bring it out of the corners of our minds to the physical world. They stop being ghosts, what-if's that we only fantasise about, we can see them, we make them inhabit our bodies and for a while it's as if we were them. I was a kid when I did that, like a pre teen. Maybe I was 12.

At the same time, when the arousal goes away and the "what the hell am I doing?" feeling kicks in, all you have to do is take out the padding and put it away, and nothing happened here. You don't have to feel remorse for having let yourself lose your "perfect" figure forever, and you don't have to wait more than a few minutes to see yourself morbidly obese.

I never told anyone about my "Fat Guy" experience until now, and even today 20 years later I do it because I know my identity is kept secret. As kids I guess we're exploring our bodies, and it's bloody frightening to be faced suddenly with the possibility of fucking up your body and your image permanently. Padding sounds like a natural way to "play fat", and then being able to go back to being fit in the blink of an eye.

Now 20 years later I've realised that becoming obese is the right choice, and that it was always a matter of time. I just wasted those 20 years that I could have been fat and happy, and I'm trying to gain as much as I can and as quickly as I can, and then I hope I can be obese for the rest of my life because thats who I want to be, who I always wanted to be. I don't know if i'll be bold enough to stay obese forever, but at least I know I don't want to die without knowing how it feels and thinking to myself "you never dared, and what did you win? Nothing".

So if there's any youngsters reading this, my experience is that you should put down that cushion and stick a spoon of whatever treat you enjoy the most into your mouth, then keep the spoons coming and never stop until that fat persona you've imagined becomes who you are. And yes, you're right, you'll be sacrificing some of your health. But you'll be true to yourself and live a plentiful life, you'll live your own life and not someone else's, or a prefabricated one that your social groups and the media have shoved into you without asking. You'll set that fat version of yourself free, you'll become that version of yourself, and then logically YOU Will be free.

Right now that would be a dream come true, I would touch every cm of my blubber softly and tenderly, never wanting to believe it but at the same time wanting it to be true. I would be immediately aroused in a way I've never been before, probably would start to shiver in pleasure, feeling the fatness both from the inside and the outside. I'd sink into my double (triple?) chin and try to feel every fold of it, imemrsed in all my fatness as if I were floating on the sea, only I am the sea. It would be the most pleasurabel experience of my whole life.

Wow, you're all so fat, I wish I were like you! I was 154 at the begining of January. My goal is 220, I want to be obese!