In love with the idea of someone gaining weight to help alleviate dysphoria only to have it spiral out of control. Transmasc who can’t wear binders trying to even themselves out by gaining to make their chest look more like moobs, but years later they find they don’t really need top surgery because their breasts look tiny compared to their huge gut. Transfem who wants to boost her chest growth on E ends up 300 pounds heavier and giddy at the idea of getting so big her dick is basically just a clit sandwiched between useless roles. A little weight as a goal transforming into near endless hedonistic indulgence, transitioning not just in terms of gender but into something larger, rounder, heavier. So huge that no one questions your gender ever again, only how big you can possibly get in the future.
