I find it intensely autoerotic. It turns me on just to see and feel my body; to inspect my fatness in the mirror, to squish the 100 lbs I’ve put on. To binge and weigh and stretch and grow.

Granted, it is more fun when I can share the experience with another person, but the experience alone is enough to leave me in a state of profound arousal. (Plus it’s convenient!)

My bad if the site’s designed that way; it seemed like a sudden change (to me). I guess it’s nothing, then. *derp*

Thanks; I tried refreshing and clearing my history/data, etc—but the entire site remains open and accessible even after logging out. It’s just a little odd, not a huge obvious problem.

Starting today, after “logging out”, I noticed the “videos/pics/stories/gainers/chat/shouts/forum/profiles/upgrades” sections remained, and were fully accessible. I couldn’t make new posts, but the green buttons to sign up/log in were there above the aforementioned sections.
Any input is appreciated.

I’m always a little leery of anecdotal reports when it comes to cannabis. That’s not to say they can’t hold some truth—particularly when reported en masse—I just prefer to have a handle on the science behind the reports. (Unfortunately, cannabis science is still lagging thanks to prohibition; and it is complicated.)

Two people can smoke (or vaporize/ingest) equal amounts of the same batch of the same strain and have noticeably different experiences. One person can smoke equal amounts of different batches of the same strain and have noticeably different experiences. (Raw) cannabis strains aren’t standardized enough; there are many variables.

Just stay away from THCV, which is a cannabinoid associated with appetite reduction. Fortunately it’s rare.
Beyond that, just find strain/s you enjoy personally and which provide the general effects you’re looking for. (And read a bit of the evolving science around cannabis, if you like.) Good luck!

One thing I’ve noticed since getting fat is a brief, automatic pause when confronted with ANY physical activity. It’s like my brain is trying to sort out: “Am I too fat to do this? Do I have to do this? What exactly is required?” And as I’ve progressed from ‘normal weight’ to morbidly obese, the threshold has changed from “Do I have to run?” to “Do I have to walk?” to “Do I have to stand up?”

The fatter you get, the fatter you get. I’m fat because I’m lazy and I’m lazy because I’m fat. Certainly fat people can be active, but there’s just something about embodying the stereotype of the lazy glutton that frankly turns me on.

I have been prescribed many different psychiatric medications, but the only one that turned me into a bottomless eating machine was Risperdal. This was before I had committed to gaining, so I stopped taking it before I gained any real weight. Ironically, this was at my lowest adult weight (~120 lbs), and I remember my psychiatrist at the time commenting that I could stand to gain a few pounds...
...now, 115 lbs later at 235, he might have a different opinion (if he wasn’t retired.)

Obligatory side-note: Psychiatric medication is serious business, and should be the subject of careful consideration by the prescriber and the individual receiving it.

Absolutely. Feeling conflicted or indecisive is part of gaining for just about everyone. It is a serious commitment, and sometimes it feels like the whole world is aligned against it. If it’s not society, it’s family, or friends, or health, and so on. My fat fantasy world is constantly smacking up against reality, and lately I’ve felt more conflicted than ever about what direction I want to pursue.

Lowest adult BMI: 21.5 "Normal"
BMI now: 40.7 "Morbidly Obese"

This does not quite fit in with the options or aforementioned stages of immobility, but at least in my fantasy world I would LOVE to be barely mobile. I could still do most of the things I can do now, but everything physical becomes a complete struggle. Stairs, clothes, standing, walking, showering, etc, all become a sweaty ordeal which only makes me lazier, then fatter, then more and more helpless until I am verging on actual immobility.