I started out really thin, under 120, and wanted to hit 155ish to be officially overweight, then gain "several" more.

I've partially achieved that, as my weight ranges from 159 to 164 at the moment (I tend to work very long and hard shifts on Sunday, often eating nothing aside from maybe some water and a small snack, so by Sunday night, I'm at my lowest weight). Just weighed in at 159.4 - but I was 162 when I woke up this morning and hit 164 a couple of days ago after a rather large stuffing. It might sound like I'm losing weight, but it wasn't too long ago that my "floor" weight was 155. I'll probably be back up to 162-164 by tomorrow night.

That said, when I was back around 120-140ish, I probably would have said my ultimate goal is 170. With that so close, I think I'm aiming more for 180 now. I guess it depends, the next 10 or so pounds might make me feel sufficiently fat for the time being.

With a feeder, I think I'd commit to 210 or so, but anything beyond that is too far off to say. I can't say I wanna be 500 pounds or anything without having ever seen 200.

At the same time, I enjoy stuffing so much, so I can't say I'd hit 180, 210... or whatever and be like "okay, I'm done with this".

I curse my fast metabolism right now, because I need to gorge myself for several nights to start seeing gains. At the same time, if I hit a weight I'm happy with, I kind of hope it's still there, so I can simply maintain my weight if I so choose.

Some, but I think the moms are the ones most likely to overreact.

Then again, maybe I just read too much WG fiction...

I got caught absent-mindedly rubbing my stomach after Thanksgiving dinner once. The person just smirked and asked "have enough to eat?"

I guess I'm a numbers guy to an extent with this fetish.

I weigh myself often, usually several times per day. I like to make sure I'm at least maintaining my weight, if not gaining.

I also like to add up calories, to make sure something is going to help significantly with my gain. Sometimes things I thought were really fattening turn out not to be, but things I wouldn't expect to be are.

An example: Welch's Fruit Snacks have about 450 calories in a 5 ounce bag. That's more than two pop-tarts, which are 200 apiece, and I expected to be more fattening than they are.

I like a nice mix of calories and volume, especially if we're talking liquids.

Sometimes I go for five 14 oz bottles of True Moo whole chocolate milk before bed. Seventy ounces of liquid leaves quite a nice bloated feeling, and it's also a lovely 1950 calories.

Sometimes I can't get my hands on True Moo (I'm pretty sure I clear out the supermarket's inventory on this item... seriously), and instead turn to Whole Foods for their chocolate milk. There's a brand called "High Lawn", and it seems especially high in calories as well.

The half gallon bottle has a similar volume (64 ounces), but less calories (1680).

Both options have higher calories than even a quart of heavy cream, although requiring twice the volume. I will say this though, I belly full of chocolate milk feels really nice, heavy and relaxing.

A belly full of heavy cream feels awful, to the point that you're afraid to breathe wrong or you might get sick.

As one final note, the last stuffing I did with chocolate milk, my last final gulp caused a sudden bulge feeling in my upper stomach, a stretching feeling as if it had been pushed to new limits! The best part was, my stomach made a noise that sounded something like someone croaking "help..."

Poor belly.

I'm faceless on this site, but I'm willing to share face pictures privately. I know some people here think anyone who isn't open about their membership here might be "fake" or "on the fence", but for me, it's just a matter of comfort with how much people can accidentally find out about me and my preferences.

As a straight mutual gainer, here are things people could say about me, and how I would feel if they came to light.

One the feeder side of things, people could say the following things.

"His girlfriend is fat."

"He likes that she is fat."

"He likes her at her fatter size, than her previous thinner size."

"He wants her to get fatter."

"He is helping to make her fatter."

"He hand fed her an entire cake and a gallon of weight gain shake before bed last night, then they had wild sex."

...as you can see, statements start out tame here, but can quickly escalate to awkward and embarrassing. Most people here wouldn't be embarrassed to date a fat person (I hope!), and most would be happy to even bring their significant other a little extra food and maybe give their belly an loving pat without a second thought. Some other things are best left to the bedroom though. Or at least to a private booth in a restaurant.

On the feedee side of things, it's kind of the same deal.

"He has a big appetite."

"He's gained a little weight."

"He's gotten fat."

"He likes being fat."

"He got fat on purpose, and is trying to get fatter."

"His girlfriend is trying to fatten him up, and he's loving it."

"Every night, his girlfriend feeds him a dozen donuts, then a gallon of weight gain shake through a funnel."

When does it stop being comfortable for you?

I'll keep this short and simply provide some instuctions.

1: Buy 1 Quart of Half and Half and a 1lb box of Entenmann's Chocholate Frosted Pop'em.

2: Rip the cover off the box. No leftovers. Grab a fork.

3: Shove 4 of them in your mouth, and chew until they're all mushy.

4: It might be tough to swallow. This is why you need the half and half. Sip the half and half, swish it around, and let the fattening goodness slide down your gullet. Finish the box as fast as you can.

5: If there's any half and half left over, finish that too.

It's a quick 4000 calories, and it's loaded with fat too.

This intrigues me. Soda and heavy cream? How well do they mix? Root Beer or Fanta with cream added seems like a great idea. Sometimes the chemistry doesn't always work on stuff like that though.

I agree more with this than anything. No need to bring it up.

On the other hand, if someone insults her, then yes, by all means stand up for her.

"Admitting" it, as you put it, is akin to "admitting" you like your girlfriend's "big boobs" or you like being "tied down and tortured". There's no need to say certain things or give away certain info.

For a girl, maybe when the muffin top becomes fairly doughy. Round buttocks? Enough back fat to sink your fingers into?

Are you talking about yourself?

Either way, I'm sure it's possible... Probably very likely someone is going through this...

As a kid, I once tried to stuff myself silly, and wound up getting sick.