Nope. But to be fair, I moved to a different state this summer and I'm still forming a social network. Plus I want to try and get some health problems sorted out before I seriously start looking.

Slow and steady is how I gain. This way my muscles have time to adjust to an increased load, and I have time to save up for new clothes. Most years I go up one pants size. So I don't drink heavy cream or weight gain shakes. I just eat meals as big as I can manage, with regular snacking, and make sure I get some nutritious foods along with the delicious fattening foods.

I love swimming! Always have. These days I float effortlessly, no matter what position I'm in. But I've packed on 202 pounds of pure fat in my years of eating with reckless abandon, so it's no wonder I float!

Seeing myself in a swimsuit is pretty great too. Right now I have a tankini, but I think my next swimsuit will be a bikini. My hips have blown up a lot faster and fatter than my torso, so the tankini top is always riding up. The bust fits, but the lower part around my belly and hips is too small.

Feedism, either me as feedee and lover as feeder or mutual gaining

Tight clothes, especially popping buttons/bursting seams

Being dominant but not causing pain; basically ordering my sub around and having them serve me

Being fed by hand

Squashing

Size difference with me as the bigger one

Belly rubs, especially after a huge meal

A good Indian lunch buffet! I'll happily stuff myself dangerously full with all those tempting flavors and textures.

Since I moved to a rural area, though, I need to give cooking my own Indian dishes another try. Somehow I always end up burning the spices when I try to toast them. And I'll probably make roti instead of naan, because roti are way easier.

For a long time my fat mainly went to my thighs and hips with some on my butt (no round butt shelf, alas) and a comparatively modest belly. Since I hit 300, though, I've finally grown the flabby hanging belly I always wanted! I also grew a good sized double chin, chubby cheeks, big soft upper arms, and even a bit of pudge on my hands and feet.

My thighs and hips continue to grow along with the rest of me and are still my fattest areas.

My sister is 5'3" and about 115 pounds. I'm 5'8" and 353 pounds! I'm obviously quite fat now, but even when I was thin I was much larger than her. I take after Dad in my build, she takes after Mom.

I've always preferred written erotica to videos and pictures. Getting inside the character's head and reading about how much they love getting fat, watching someone else get fat, and/or helping someone else get fat is amazing.

Break a bed: I've bent a bed frame's legs very badly, I had the ones at the head of the bed elevated for acid reflux and the ones at the foot eventually bent a great deal. I haven't broken a mattress or box spring though.

Bus seat: My hips and thighs were spilling out of those ages ago!

Scale: I've outgrown normal scales but haven't broken one.

Triple belly: I can see and feel a third roll starting to grow! It's not quite here yet though, maybe in another 25 pounds or so.

Clapping thighs: Oh yes, definitely.

Hiding objects in rolls: I just tried this, haha! The biggest object I can hide right now is a narrow tube of lipstick, and only if I'm sitting.

Squashing: Absolutely!

I'm a feedee myself, but I would also go for mutual gaining. I love a soft hanging belly on a guy! Not the hard ball belly, a mass of wobbly fat overlapping the man's waistband and straining against the confines of his tucked in shirt. I want to see that belly jiggle as he waddles along, spot bare flab peek out of the bottom of his T-shirt as it rides up. Doesn't have to be super huge (that's my job!), but enough to play with and rest my head on.