At 592lbs "Sucking in" became a moot point of me years ago.

To think about it and fantasize about it is nice. But when I consider the real world ramifications of being that fat it kills any desire I have to grow that big. I want to retain my mobility as fully as I can.

This, precisely. Movie theater seats are a nightmare. To be completely honest I "shouldn't" fit in them. When I sit in them at first I'm actually sitting on the arms and then I have wait for gravity to let me settle into the seat itself. So much of me bulges around the arms that I can't have anyone sitting directly beside me either. And then getting up is a pain, literally. It hurts and I almost always end up scraping my lovehandles on the underside of the armrests.

I prefer to sit in the middle row where there are the clusters of two and three seats and they all have the arms you can raise and lower. As they're the only ones I can really fit into.

325 is a nice round number. But for me my goals had risen into intervals of 50 by the time I got to 300.

Well, that was a bust. After a couple of days to cleanse out I'm holding at 592lbs. Didn't quite crack 6 bills.

I like your idea Female Fat Admirer

Hah, ZING

In situation 1...I'd probably eat like forty in one go. Because I have no self control. Then I'd have to hide the rest to keep from eating all of them and ending up a several thousand pound blob.

In situation 2 however, I think I'd do pretty much the same as you Egg. I'd buy some extremely baggy clothes and walk around eating them in a crowded area to watch peoples reactions as I blimped up enormously.

I couldn't even begin to contemplate what might happen/be said if I were to "come out of the fridge" to my family. I have come out to some friends and they've been supportive of me being a gainer. Maybe I'm paranoid, but I feel like my family would have me committed if I told them.

You're still a small-fry here, keep going.