Equally exciting but in different ways; they're not mutually exclusive.

TorRed69's whole fantasy is *very* well realized, but it's this part I really love. The idea of being hypnotized or brainwashed into an endless cycle of eating, sexual gratification, and gaining -- completely obliterating any self-control and literally transforming into another person -- is an ultimate fantasy.

It's definitely better in some ways -- I'd say particularly when I'm *surprised* by some unforeseen consequence of the gain: Like accidentally bumping into things because I'm not quite certain where the boundaries of my body are.

...Or when I was at the tailor's the other day to get new fat pants shortened, for instance. All I had to do was climb into the booth and get into and out of two new pairs of pants. By the time I checked out, I was sweating and out of breath as I struggled to give my information without making it obvious that I felt like the victim of a triathlon. This was a real turn-on and rewarding in a strange way. (Then I walked to the 7-11 next door and bought more food.)

I also just love the sensation of being fat: all this new soft, warm, jiggly mass on my body is awesome and so fun to play with! That's not something I ever really thought about or could relate to before the gain.

Welcome; that picture is effin' hilarious!


There are only two stores in walking/waddling distance from my home: a 7-11 and a tailor. 7-11 is junk food heaven, obviously. It's kind of great how a business can thrive when 100% of their products are fattening. I may have seen an apple in there *once* (maybe it was lost.) The tailor is also convenient, for obvious reasons.

Take care!

Today, after only ~20 YEARS of silence on the topic (I'm 33), I revealed in detail to another real-life person my interests in fatness and weight gain. In all that time, the most I've said about this to anyone (my friends) is I *tend* to prefer big girls. They teased me about it, likely because they've been culturally brainwashed into thinking supermodels are the pinnacle of human beauty when in actuality they are freakishly tall, freakishly thin, and--to be charitable--resemble vaguely attractive space aliens.

I must admit that the person I told this to was my psychiatrist. I also know that many people aren't as inhibited or inward as me about their sexual predilections, so this is not very impressive. For me, however, this is a huge milestone. 20 years is a long time to keep such a deeply personal but critically important secret from EVERYONE in your life because you're too shy, embarrassed, sensitive, guilty, ashamed, and conflicted. But you know what? We're mortal. Is it not better to live a life of authenticity and risk being rejected for it, than to tie ourselves in knots willfully conforming ourselves to the expectations of others?
My psychiatrist reacted favorably, because he is open-minded and awesome. It just felt good to tell someone face-to-face... finally.

This place is such a wonderful resource. I don't know what I would've done if I never became aware that other people (lots of people!) have similar interests... probably would've just gotten more lonely, more isolated, and might not be here to share this experience. I love you all.

- Jesse

Sounds like my kind of fantasy... though 'fantasy' would be the operative word, as I don't think I could deal with the reality of being immobilized.
May I ask: is this more of a fantasy for you or are you seriously interested in turning this into reality?

I would love to be dominated, forcibly fattened, feminized, and ab/used as a sex toy by two female bodybuilders.

At first I would be restrained so I couldn't escape being force-fed. I'd struggle and try to resist, but eventually would submit myself completely to their will. Of course at that point it wouldn't matter since these women are so muscular and huge that one of them could easily hold me down while the other poured ice cream down my mouth and into my soft, expanding belly.
Unbeknownst to me, they're steadily dosing my food with female hormones. As the weeks turn into months, I start to notice my body changing. I'm not only getting fatter and fatter, but I'm becoming feminized. My skin gets softer, my body hair thins, and the new fat is going straight to my hips, thighs, ass, and 'breasts'.

In the end, I'd be transformed into an enormous, helpless, quivering blob -- totally unable to resist my bodybuilding dominatrixes, and utterly eager to please and pleasure them in any way they wanted.

Thanks guys. You're right, there's no rush. I should be a little less obsessive about what the scale says everyday, enjoy where I'm at, and fantasize about where I want to be.
I love being this fat; I'm just not really accustomed to it yet since I put on most of the weight in about a year.

To you thinner prospective gainers out there: The *idea* of getting real fat can't account for the *reality* of it. I know that sounds obvious; it's just another way of saying that imagining it is different than living it. Unlike someone who has always been fat, you have to learn what it's actually like to be a fat person--physically, psychologically, socially--and adapt, which I'm finding out can be challenging. (No regrets, though.)

(Messaging working fine for me now. Thanks!)

Cool thanks. Yea it's not the daily limit then. It's weird if no one else is experiencing this; but techno-weirdness happens.