It definitely takes awhile to get used to, but showing off my blubber is one of the many pleasures with being fat. I like wearing shirts with my belly peeking out a bit underneath. I also like wearing button-down shirts that fit well enough that the buttons gap a bit when I sit down.

I like provoking rude remarks from people. When I hear people murmur things like "pig," "porker", and such, I know I've succeeded.

I found it really satisfying when my belly was so big it pressed against the table in a booth.

I'm participating in a sleep study and was pleasantly surprised to see I was just over 300 lbs when they weighed me at my initial appointment. I've found doctors might make a mild suggestion to lose weight, but they never take a hard line on it. I'm supposed to see my doctor in 10 days and I've gained 25 lbs since our last appointment a couple of months ago.

I'm in Kalamazoo but would gladly make the trip.

Fat Nat's used to have a recipe for macaroni and cheese. I think it was pretty much to add an extra stick of butter.

Diapers and being a sissy baby...more than one person has told me that all my blubber makes me look like a giant baby and diapers look great on a fat body.

Humiliation. Now that I'm fat, I often wear clothes that are too small in order to provoke remarks and looks. I often combine it with pigging out in public in order to get those "No wonder he's so huge" comments.

Oh, I know that red dress...she wore it to the Oscars in 1994, I think. She was bursting out of it and looked absolutely gorgeous.

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6"3" and hovering around 300 lbs

When I fattened up, it was very important to me that my gain and new blubber was obvious to everyone. I kept my old clothes and continued to wear them sometimes, even after my belly button was exposed and they hugged my new boobs.

I kept reminding myself that I fattened up because I wanted people to see me as a fat boy, so I would sometimes even force myself to wear smaller clothes and go out and stuff myself in public. The incredible buzz you get when you waddle across a mall food court, short shorts riding up on your porky thighs, that cool feeling of your belly exposed under your too-small t-shirt....it's amazing.

The ultimate for me was buying a bikini and wearing it on the beach. I chose a stars-and-stripes bikini because it reminds people of what Olympic athletes wear, and they'd think of their toned, hypermuscular bodies and then see my soft, pale, porky body overflowing my swimsuit. The looks you get as you waddle onto the beach are incredibly humiliating and HOT.