All Rise!

Because...

It is glorious. Worthy of glorification!

A human being, overfed, overweight, large, fat, heavy is a wonderful thing.

"Yes, we all know it's bad for your health."

But "health" is not just physical. It is mental, emotional, spiritual and vocational - what you do all day long, whether for money or not.

I know some enormous humans who just OWN it, live their lives, deal with the ups and downs of life. They cry when they're sad, they growl when they get annoyed. They have a blast despite being huge, and sometimes because of it. You're not supposed to enjoy being obese, but all the photos and videos I see here prove it otherwise. "Let me show you all the pounds I gained." "Look at this comparison pic from 2020-2026." "Oh, my!"

Fat FEELS good in the hand! Did you ever pet a kitty and get a rush of pleasure? That's what it feels like for us. Burying a hand in a deep fold, or lifting a hanging belly, or caressing a double chin, kissing a fatty face.

Ever come up behind your love and wrap your arms around them and whisper in their ear? Ever leave work after a hard day but the world isn't so bad because you have a fat partner waiting for you at home?

That's bliss, man. You can't understand why someone wouldn't like fat. You don't get why big tits are seen as sexually provocative, but a fat belly isn't.

We who love fat are OBSESSED with it, and wouldn't have it any other way.

So, yes, GLORIFY chubby-wubby people! Normalize it!

And, eventually, make people's weight irrelevant. Because it's what's inside that counts.

What's inside my love are a box of Klondike bars sometimes, though!

It was late. It was cold. We had coats on. She had kept hers on all night at the club I was playing at.

She touched me. I liked her. We were lonely. We went home when the show was over. Took the subway. It was nice to sit next to her.

When she took off her clothes, I saw all her fat. It still turns me on to think of it.

She must have been only 24 but she had a swollen, fatty belly that folded over and hung down.

I shut off the lights and got in bed with her. Both naked. At first I couldn't touch her. That fat belly and flabby body and sweet face lying right next to me, electric. I did not want to have an orgasm. I wanted to savor my first real fat girl.

Finally we kissed, and it was on.

It turns you on when a woman wants you, wants your strength, your youth, your power, your shoulders and, eventually, your cock. I was volcanically aroused, in heaven. No worries about the ol' boy playing games, deflating before you got the condom on, any of that.

I wanted her fat pussy. I'd had the skinny dancers, students, actresses. I wanted the bloated, the flabby, the lazy, the beautiful. Never found the right situation. I don't go home with just anyone. Tonight was the night.

She was all that.

I fucked her three times that night. I just couldn't get enough. Her fat belly underneath me made me super hard, I wanted this blubberpot like food. I kissed her, I inhaled her, I wondered what her story was. Thin til college? Always plump? Everyone treat you all right? Into the kink side? Now was not the time.

K, years later, asked me to call her a "fat fox." She was my SSBBW girlfriend. She was a huge young woman with blobs of hanging, attractive fat hanging off her like flesh popsicles.

But for now, wow, this was the stuff.

She is sitting up in bed talking to her Mom. I am behind her, my legs spread far in either direction because she's so huge. She has rolls of soft fat just hanging there. I play with her rolls. I caress them, squeeze them, jiggle them. They are just BLOPS of fat.

Where else does she have rolls, this fat girl?

Belly, of course.

Back.

Behind her knees.

She's my little blimp, my overstuffed princess, heavy and big and slow. She's enormously fat! Fat girl in the house, fat girl in the bed! :)

She was by herself, and you leave those women be. Just walk by, easy, no staring, and of course no phone.

There she was, though, sitting in a splendid pile of her own fat. Distended stomach with thick back rolls and big arms, spead out on a blanket.

Heavy.

Fat.

Overweight.

A bikini. Small. Bulging out and over the material. Too much food lol

"You do realize you're as beautiful as the ocean and the sunset, right?" You think.

But I don't dream of asking the ocean or the sun out for a date and hope we fall in love and I have a fatty girlfriend who likes to go to the beach in a bkini that shows all her fat hanging off her, waddling, sooooo fucking adorable?

Your obesity is hot as hell. A human being purposely covering herself with blobs and blobs of lard and blubber, and thousands of worshippers on OnlyFans and elsewhere. 1,000 penises every morning having 1,000 orgasms looking at you. Every step you take must make your entire body quiver with your excess sacks of blubber. Look at that 30-pound bicep of lard hanging and swinging! Your tits sagging, of course. Your face coated with excess fat, your feautures obliterated. Your tanker gut fast approaching your knees. The sound of your heavy breathing in your videos as your body struggles with all the pounds. Thousands of stretch marks and craters of cellulite.

Is there nothing better?

A human whose body shows the effects of overindulgence and lack of exercise (besides walking.)

Blobs of blubber folding over, hanging?

"Wide load."

Heavy.

BIG.

OBESE.

Knowing that after a certain point, it's all over - skin all stretched out.

Red or silver stretch marks...skin exploding due to the excess fat.

Listening to her breath while she sleeps, the moonlight coming in on her fat face.

You've got it made.