I had a very perky and firm belly for the longest time, and it was only once I got into the upper 280's that it began to soften and fall. It seems to have taken some time for the last 15 lbs to settle and for my skin to stretch around the new fat, but now I'm 305-310 and my belly has drooped into a consistently undeniable hang.

This post inspired me to put up some pictures showing it off, since this was a major hope/goal when I decided to start gaining!! It's taken 50 lbs more than I expected to achieve it, but I'm happy to report it's everything I hoped it would be lol

Isn't it disappointing when you want to talk about real connection, and you get spammed by a couple of guys who can't even share a picture of their face? No offence dudes, but what a poorly picked place to try and quench your thirst...

While I can't say that I've met "the one," I have met enough really quality people to keep me going in my search! Meeting people in person has been crucial for allowing me to keep the faith alive on this site - which has at times has truly sucked the life out of my hope for a satisfying future.

Have you had the chance to meet many people? And have you checked out feabie??

I couldn't agree with you more! But I'll take any excuse I can for fancy sauce and M&S treats

I won a free ticket to the evening session of the Manchester TEDx Talk! It sold out before I could buy one, so I'm pretty stoked.

Following that, I'll probably make myself a steak, with an unnecessarily fancy sauce, and whatever indulgent goodies I decide to splurge on from M&S, because this girl is taking herself on a fabulous date!

There is no answer to this, I'm afraid!

But, if you search the forums you will find that there are a few threads of good debate and opinions going here. The discussion is generally along the dimensions of nature/nurture, sexuality vs. kink, inherent vs. acquired, and the influence of society. To be honest, this stuff is my jam, and I love FF for housing it.

I don't have a strong opinion personally, as I know that no single argument stands on sacred ground - some of it has empirical roots, but really it's all just theory. I will say that, for me, it is a deeply intrinsic part of my sexuality, so I favour the "neurological predisposition probably meets environmental trigger" idea, and I don't think that there is anything wrong with us.

Everyone experiences this fetish in a different way or to a different degree, or for different reasons, so I doubt there will ever be a single answer to this question, but I'm glad we keep asking it anyway!

I really recommend searching the weight gain and fat experiences forums to find those discussions; there are oodles of thoughts and experiences on the whole thing, and you can add to the discussion there, too!

*Solemnly shakes head...*

Fellas, if you'd like a bit of constructive criticism on your profiles and messaging tactics, I'm willing to offer some advice.

I'm not going to post it here because I don't know how to give those critiques in a fluffy, wishy-washy manner, and I can tell that your feelings are already hurt enough. So send me a message and ask if you'd like.

As a general Public Service Advert for everyone who reads this post, though... If you are seriously considering suicide and are having trouble voicing it in a way that tells us you're in real trouble, say something now. Otherwise, never do that again.

I'm currently 21st 12lb, and imagine I'll end up around close to 23 stone

The only straight up bad experience I've had with fitting into a seat was on a long haul from San Francisco to London in premium economy seating on a British Airways flight. I was only about 285 at 5'6", but the sides of those seats are solid panels instead of the armrests in economy. I got a fairly massive bruise on my thigh from trying to stuff myself into that seat!

The other issue was that the tray comes out of those armrests, too. My weight is predominantly in my belly, butt, and thighs, and this made using the tray impossible. However, I was able to fit into the seatbelt without an extender.

I'm waffling about taking a trip during my break from postgrad studies, as I'm over 300lbs now and I bit nervous after that last flight! I think I'm going to just bite the bullet, though, since the point of getting fat was not to stop traveling! With that, I'll report back if I learn anything of note on this next flight

Me too! I've always been on the curvy/chunky side and for most of my adult life I was a small BBW in the low 200-220 lbs range. Then a medication made me lose a bunch of weight, and I simply could not accept myself as a smaller person. Part of that was why I started to gain a little more than 2 years ago.

Flash forward to now and nearly 120lbs fatter. I'm solidly over 300lbs and my body and appetite have both undergone major changes. I'm only full if I'm stuffed, I order fast food for imaginary people (me) all the time, and the thought of getting even fatter still turns me on like nothing else, despite having blown past my original goal 40 lbs ago. My belly has grown disproportionately since then, resulting in a bulging spare tyre so big and jiggly that it wobbles to it's own separate rhythm when I walk. If it sounds like I'm getting a little poetic, it's because I'm in love.

With that, it's starting to dawn on me that maybe I'm not just popping up to 300 for a quick visit, and 300 may not be the fattest I get... I'm only planning on another 10 lbs, but I've been saying that every 10 lbs since 260! What's funny is that I had a very well developed and comfortable identity as a fat person, but that's not the same as being a very fat person (although it did mean I'd made peace with my body and society long ago). It's obviously not as dramatic a change as someone going from actually thin to fat would experience, but it' seen significant for me!

I will say that I feel more at ease with other fat people, but for me it's mostly about adjusting to the changes. I'm much slower now, especially if I've recently put on a few and my muscles aren't used to it yet! For some reason new weight makes my lower back ache like crazy if I have to walk any real distance without stopping for a break, so I'm getting used to planning them in. Same thing with my commute time- I now count the walk from the car to wherever. I'm making an effort to learn how to dress in a way that I feel looks cute and accommodates my belly comfortably, because now it's this big soft but unyielding thing that sort of demands to be dealt with in all sorts of ways. I travel with an extender, and if I get much bigger I'm going to have to get one for my car. I'm somewhere between disbelief and taking these milestones in stride.

The thought of fully giving in to life as a 300-something pounder is more exciting than it is worrying, so I guess I'm on my way! Acceptance certainly feels a lot more likely than a diet

This is a total fact as far as my personal relationship with heavy cream is concerned! After 2 years and, crikey, 120 lbs... basically I've learned that if I decide to gain weight all I have to do is make some sort of cream based concoction (or not), but about 300-500ml a night for a few nights, and presto! Next week or two I'm thickening out all over. If I do it for a week I usually gain 5-10 lbs, depending on where my metabolism/plateau potential is.