For the most part, I love having gotten bigger, but there are some drawbacks that I could do without. My knees are shot and I'm likely going to need a cane or some kind of walking assistance and there's the annoyance of being super hot in the summer and sweating the amount that I sometimes do.

Clothing and finding clothing that fits in a way that I like and am comfortable with is sometimes a bitch too - especially when you've found clothes that you like and have outgrown. As much as a turn on it is to outgrow my clothes, it's a double edged sword in finding replacements.

Carbs. carbs and more carbs. Italian food is my fatteningist friend.

Hahaha

Crazy ex girlfriend scenario on this one for me.

Every time I got to a milestone weight, I never got the feeling that I was as big as I would have imagined myself as being. When I got up to 200, it felt satisfying knowing that I was at my heaviest at the time, but I didn't feel like I was *that* big. Same for 250, 300, etc.

When growing up, my family was pretty fatphobic, so I was pretty thin for my teen years and into my 20's - I weighed about 150ish pounds at the time as a teen, got into shape and get up to 160 lbs.

When I moved out on my own, which was around my mid to late 20's, I tried gaining some weight at the time - got myself up to 190 lbs, but I didn't enjoy the experience much - I wasn't in the proper mindset at the time, had issues with my body and where I was getting fat and didn't have a supportive network of people around me. It simply wasn't the right time.

Around my late 30's and 40's I got the opportunity to go through with gaining again, and really got down to growing myself - I found that I needed more to enjoy the feeling of gaining and not focus on how I looked and how I wanted myself to look as a fat person. With the help of a few feeders and a few gaining friends I'm not quite three times the size of my heaviest

Ever since I could remember I wanted to be fat. I was discouraged from doing it from my parents.

When I moved out on my own, I tried gaining a bit of weight - about 30 lbs, but the experience was pretty negative. Part of it was my fault - I was eating a bad diet in order to help me gain. Lost the weight, figuring that the reality was too different from the fantasy I had in my head.

About a decade later, I was presented with the opportunity to try it again - and gained slower and with my health more in mind. The funny thing was, when I got up to 300 lbs, I didn't really feel that big. So, decided to let myself gain more. Got to 350, still felt small, and kept going up in increments.

I've positioned it as explaining to the partner that you like being degraded in an S&M kind of way, and from there, explain what you want, bit by bit and see how your partner reacts to it.

Smoking for me is a warm up for a stuffing. As said before, crunchy foods are usually the best, but sometimes I go all out and go for a big meal if I have the extra cash and am horny enough

It's the stretchy clothes that do it for me, so a bit of spandex or some fabric that has pretty generous give that I like to grow into (and eventually out of). It feels awesome to notice the difference that happens when you start to grow into them. But it's only a "perfect fit" for a few days.

When I first started padding, the “shape” I liked best at first was having a huge, padded belly that would make simple things difficult or impossible. I’d put as much as I could for my belly so it would be in the way if I tried to do a push up, or keep me further away from counter surfaces.

Later on, I started to focus on making myself look wider through the hips and thighs, because I was getting more and more turned on by the feeling of having to waddle.