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I was never really a “gainer.”

Don’t get me wrong – I’ve always wanted to be fat. Really fat. Immensely fat. “Serious logistical considerations” fat. To proudly lumber in with a belly that instantly grabbed everyone’s attention due to its sheer enormity. Oh, yes, I wanted that more than anything.

When I found this site, I was in awe of some of the bellies I saw here. I reveled in your weight gain sagas, gaining vicariously through you all. I started to learn what worked, and what didn’t work, and tried to apply some of that knowledge to living my own dream.

So I tried mixing up one of those shakes. I don’t know if I made it with too much peanut butter, or what, but after I drank it, it sat in my stomach like a rock. It was probably too much to start with, because by the time I was done, I was in so much pain I thought I was going to be sick. Fortunately I wasn’t, but it left me uncomfortable and full for like most of the next day.

I also didn’t like total stuffing, even with regular food. I didn’t find that bloated feeling comfortable at all. Make no mistake – I like food. But I like all kinds of food, and sometimes I just want a grilled chicken salad, you know?

Some might say that this is a sign I didn’t want it enough. Well, I couldn’t imagine wanting it more. And I admire all of you who put up with discomforts that my body apparently doesn’t want to deal with.

I also tried the whole “feeder/feedee” experience a couple times. But being stuffed by someone else feels the same to my innards as being stuffed by myself does. And to me it always felt like I was giving up more control than was comfortable for me. Also, I’ve never been able to combine food and sex into a gestalt concept. To me, food is food and sex is sex. Not judging anybody – I have just found that it doesn’t work for me.

So, what was left? I just ate how much I wanted of what I wanted. I went for seconds most of the time, but not thirds very often. I just kept doing what I found to be comfortable for me. And I just kept on.

So here it is, ten years later, and I’m finally reached 550 pounds. As you can see from the photos, my belly is quite huge, hanging down onto my tree-trunk thighs. My moobs have managed to stay in front, mostly, and rest nicely on my gut, which has more than enough room. I don’t quite get stuck in single doors, but I do brush both jambs with my love handles.

I feel I finally made it, and am happy to share with you on this site. Sure, a die-hard gainer might have gained this weight in as little as a couple of years or so, but that wasn’t for me. I took the scenic route to get here, the extremely scenic route, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

So, who wants to go eat something?