Helveticus:
Gaining weight on purpose is probably the best idea I ever had.
Like I probably explained elsewhere, I wanted to get fat since childhood. I won't lie, its hard. I have a high metabolism, a fragilized digestion due to a severe apendicitis a while back, but it still fucking works!
I stretched my stomach, took gainer, ate tons of carbs and nuts. Although I'll have the occasional fast-food binge to reward myself for a positive accomplishment, I try to gain as healthily as I can stand. Being from the country, my tolerance ends up still higher than most to vegetables, so yaaay, vitamins!
The real main feature of this captivating introduction is that I finally have a pinch of blubber on my abdomen. I never loved my body so much since it gently started filling-out. I genuinely turn myself on.
I mean, I get aroused by my progressively balloning midsection, my rounding and cellulite-covered ass, my slightly thicker thighs, my small A cup moobs, my love handles, my burgeoning rolls, the flab forming on my sides...
Since when do I find myself attractive? I can't stop filming and taking selfies of myself and my new girth. I'm preparing a stop motion progression of my gain, but I'll share it once I reach 80 kg.
There isn't a thing I dislike about getting fat. It doesn't go as fast as I anticipated, but I have more time to enjoy my progress.
The only thing missing for my literal and metaphoric fullfilment would be a woman sharing the fetish and hopefully with gentle but demanding feeder tendencies or mastery (if there's such a thing).
BTW, this isn't a cry for help or a thirst trap. It's just an idealized projection of myself in a future where I'll reach 80kg and above. I'll probably stop at 84, I tend to lose weight easily, I want to stay the magical (for me, now around 75 kg) eighty for at least a while and, fingers crossed, forever. I also daydream about getting help and reaching 100 and above, but beyond daydreaming, I already love myself as is, and I'll get fatter and fatter at my rhythm, enjoying each delights and ordeals of my gently growing frame at my own pace.
Really enjoyed your post. I can relate to a lot of what you said, watching your body slowly change is such a satisfying mix of physical and emotional. I’m also on my own gaining journey, aiming for bigger numbers while enjoying every stage. Like you, I dream of having someone who loves cooking and feeding me, and for a short time I actually had someone like that who really managed to blow me up nicely. I hope to reach 100 kg, but the real goal? At least 200, and that’s where I’d stop. Your mindset about loving yourself now while still pushing forward is inspiring.
