#fatbellyboytext

You watch the swirl of heavy cream get mixed in with the chocolate milk. your belly is resting on your countertop, a t-shirt that used to fit clinging to every roll and fold on your body. you already ate dinner- a large pizza, an order of chicken wings, a couple of pizza rolls- and you can feel your stomach pushing your belly out even further than usual.

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your shake is done. you pour the heavy liquid into a big cup and shuffle over to your couch. you sit down, thighs spread out, leaning back as much as possible- giving your belly as much room as you can. you put the cup to your lips and start pouring the dense, creamy shake into your mouth. you moan around every gulp. you can feel the cold drink pouring into your stomach, making your belly swell up more and more. you can feel the liquid fill up every last inch of space in your belly. your hand, the one not holding the shake, found its way to your gut, rubbing frantic circles over the vast amount of fat, desperately trying to make more room. you manage to drink about half the shake before you have to set the cup down, immediately letting out a huge burp. your breathing is shallow and fast, your overstretched stomach is restricting your lungs. you lift the cup back against your lips. you know you're too full, your body is screaming at you to stop, to give it some time to digest at least some of the food you forced into it tonight. but you almost feel high from all that sugar and grease and calories you consumed so you start drinking again.

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lately I've been getting more and more into the darker sides of this kink but I don't want to post too dark stuff on here, as I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable. sooooo I made a sideblog where I'll hopefully explore this side of the kink a bit more! it's @evil-fatbellyboysstuff if anyone is interested 👀

tub of ice cream? in the freezer

sweatpants and tight t-shirt? on my body

My coworker tells me they signed up for their first triathlon this year. They have been training for this a long time and they're so excited, telling me all about it. I cheer them on, asking questions, nodding my head as if I understand. in my mind I try to recall the last time I sat on a bike, let alone went for a run. I don't think I could run even if I wanted to. Lately I've been getting winded just from talking while walking.

my sister tells me about this new salad she's been making- something about spinach and a light dressing. I ask her where she found the recipe but I don't listen to the answer. a slideshow of recent take out orders plays in my mind, each one of them thousands of calories of fat and carbs.

my mother asks me about the sport I used to play. I tell her something about just being too busy to get back into it right now, but surely some day... I think back to last night when I stuffed myself so full I couldn't get up from the couch.

my other coworker talks about how he has to go to the gym after work, he just can't relax if he doesn't get in a good workout everyday. I laugh along, saying something about how walking my dog is my exercise. i don't tell him about the milkshake I drink on that walk or about the big meal I'll cook afterwards.

my friend tells me about all of their exciting weekend plans. they plan to go on a hike or go surfing or go partying or or or. they ask me about my weekend plans and I tell them something about how I might hang out with a friend or taking some me time. I can't tell them that I already bought mountains of junk food and heavy cream- and that I plan on eating all of it this weekend.

i meet up for coffee with a different friend. she's wearing a new dress and she tells me how she lost some weight recently, how good she feels and how happy she is to go down a size. I compliment her dress and tell her I'm glad she's feeling so good. I think about the clothes I recently ordered, two sizes up from last time. I can feel my hoodie clinging to my lovehandles, hugging every new roll of fat I recently developed.

on the phone with my mom, she tells me she's trying to cut out sugar from her diet. she got rid of any chocolate or candy she had at home and now she just won't buy these snacks anymore. she's sure that this time she will be disciplined, this time she won't give in to her cravings. I ask her how she's feeling and if it's hard for her to cut out sugar while I rub my belly with my free hand. I just finished the box of donuts I got earlier and I'm uncomfortably full. I think about the amount of sugar I just ate while my mom tells me about how much better she already feels and how I should give it a try. I make a noncommittal noise, knowing full well I have a bag of candy waiting for me in the kitchen.

For me New Years Eve doesn't just mark the begin of a new year, it's also (almost) the anniversary of the beginning of my intentional weight gain journey.

In December of 2022 I was at my lowest weight in years- 185 lbs, down from about 195 earlier in the year. I unintentionally lost some weight towards the end of the year and even though I received a lot of positive comments for it, it didn't feel right. I can so clearly remember laying in bed after Christmas dinner, rubbing my belly, feeling too small. there wasn't enough fat on my stomach, I wasn't soft enough, it didn't feel like me. I decided then and there that I would try and gain some weight back in the new year.

My first real stuffing ever was during the first week of January, the first night I was back at my place. it felt so good to pig out like that, to let loose a bit, I did it again just a couple nights later. I gained back the 10lbs I lost in just a couple of weeks. Around April 2023 I set my weight goal to 200 lbs.

Over the course of 2023 I tried to be careful. I only allowed myself to really stuff my belly once a month, maybe twice. I wanted to gain weight, but I was scared. I went back and forth on wanting to gain weight, posting here every so often and then feeling ashamed just a few days later. I needed to feel like I was in control of my gain, feeling like I could go back if I wanted to. but I also spent the year working through internalized fatphobia, reflecting on growing up fat while also having this kink and setting boundaries with my loved ones regarding my body.

despite my initial caution I ended the year 2023 at 210 lbs, already 10lbs heavier than my initial goal weight. in December of 2023 I also finally started Testosterone.

In 2023 I was scared, in 2024 I got confident and determined. In April I did a little challenge for myself- trying to eat at least 4k calories every day for a week. that week was a turning point for me. my appetite went up, I started gaining consistently and at the end of May I hit 220 lbs for the first time. Finally, 100 kg, reaching triple digits. I always planned to take a break once I hit 220, see how I feel, take it a bit slower for a while. but seeing those three digits on my scale for the first time made me ecstatic, I wanted to keep going... and to be honest with myself, I don't think I could have taken a break then. I gained another 11lbs over the next 10 weeks and lost them all at the end of August when I was on vacation with my family. that vacation, that weight loss, showed me once again- I want to be fat. I want to be fatter. Since September this year I've been going all in.

All the caution and control of 2023 is gone. I have gained 15lbs since the beginning of September. I have lost control over my eating and my gaining completely. and I didn't just loose that control, I gave it up. I finally let myself give in to being fat, give in to getting as fat as I want.

I go into 2025 sitting firmly at 235lbs. I have shifted my weight goal to 260lbs next. I want to spend 2025 enjoying tasty food, indulging in my favorite treats and growing my body further into my vision of myself.

thank you everyone for following my little journey, for encouraging me and for the great conversations I've had on here. I hope to build up new connections on here in 2025, because this community truly is such a positive force in my life. thank you all for being here, I hope the new year will treat you all kindly! 🩵

lastly: these pictures were taken almost exactly two years apart. 185 -> 235 lbs. 50 pound of fat added to my body. here's to the next however many pounds that'll be added this year! 🎉