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Finally dragged these pants out of my clean laundry pile. Idk how much longer I’ll be able to get them closed tho, it gets tougher every time. I’d say I’ve definitely achieved my goal of getting fat though, I’m enjoying my bmi being over 30, and I can’t help noticing I still seem to be gaining even though I’m not really trying rn.

Landed a summer internship so I’ll probably be updating a lot less, sorry. But I’ve definitely at the very least met my first goal weight of 180. I still have about half a pack of high calorie boost, and a 2 pint of heavy cream in my fridge, and will update you when I can of whatever my next weight is.

I really thought these pants would fit given they’re a large, I just bought some XLs but my closet is being eaten by the donate pile pretty dang fast.

I finally woke up to 185 on the scale tho! So that mean’s I’m comfortable calling myself officially Obese ✨

I’ve had such a good week of averaging more than 5k cals a day. My scale keeps reading over 180 but I don’t want to call it until I know it’s not just water weight fluctuations from all the soda I’ve beed drinking.

I love my belly, it’s so squishy and sensitive

Finished 2 pints of heavy cream and it went down so easily. I used to struggle with half a pint, but it’s had such a great effect on my figure.

do you ever exercise?

As I surpass 170 lbs and finish half of my 3rd pack of boost I can’t help but want to order more. I want 3,4,5 containers of 24 530 cal drinks lined up waiting for me to finish the 24 in the fridge at any given time. (I just ordered another case after writing this, I can’t resist)

I’ve consumed double the amount of calories as last week! I finished all of my boost by Wednesday and have 2 more cases of 24 coming, as well as a few other high calorie items.

My waist is measuring in at a bit over 38 inches and my chest and hips come in almost at 40.

By 220 I’ll be officially 100 lbs over what’s “normal” for a 5’5 woman, which would make me morbidly obese. It’s a term I can hardly imagine being applied accurately to me, but it seems startlingly close. Once I get there I’ll ideally stop tracking calories so closely, just tracking enough to make sure I’m meeting a minimum gaining level and then letting myself not think about it while stuffing my face for the rest of the day with sweets and gainer shakes. I’ll still do the math as if what I tracked is all I’m on track to gain, but ideally I’d surpass those benchmarks time and time again. I’ll let my stomach decide how much it really wants, which also ideally will help me not slip back and lose weight, because it won’t be a diet I’m actively maintaining, it’ll just be life.

do you ever feel unfit or out of shape?

I mean I’ve always hated cardio. The 10 minute run was the bane of my school life, even if I could dance without getting tired for hours, I couldn’t be on a treadmill for more than 5 mins before having a bad time.

I live up a hill, so I find myself quite out of breath at the top of it, but nothing I can’t hide if someone is around to see, and not too unlike the shape I was in when I moved in.

I feel like I’ve always known I’ve felt different about gaining weight, something about a gut feeling when I imagined anything in that line of thought vs my other daydreams. In 5th grade I online dated a guy who liked for me to stuff pillows in my clothes and send pics, and I didn’t realize what that was then, but now I know he liked gaining too. I followed a lot of SSBBW instagrams in high school, and read a lot of weight gain fiction wherever I could find it, but didn’t actively try gaining until after college. I like larger bodies, of any gender, but still never reflected that on myself. I’ve always been on the heavier side of a normal weight, but it used to be somewhat muscle, and I would stare at my body in the mirror and try to like it, try to be flattered when adults would tell me I look thinner as a compliment, but wasn’t really ever successful.

Now it’s all turned to fat and I can’t stop exploring every new plush area, everything that jiggles, that expands and bounces. And I have so much more to look forward to. I feel like I was always meant to be chubby and if I wasn’t raised by an almond mom who was also a dance teacher I would have loved my body at a way younger age, but hey better late than never.

What I really love about this kink is the numbers, the promise of future growth and the change from the past. Counting calories, measuring waistlines, growing out of clothing sizes.

There’s definitely a bimbofication/intox part of it that would love to just shut off my mind and devote my body unflinchingly from constant gluttony, and a healthplay part of loosing mobility/ease of basic human function, but I think both of those are more fantasy, as reality would unfortunately sour those experiences quite a bit. Absolutely fantastic as fiction tho.