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One would think it'd be easier because they have higher androgen levels, which translates into higher ability to build muscle, which uses up lot more energy and is probably the best way of losing weight and improving glucose sensitivity.

I mean, helping someone get fatter, if they have that under control, sure. But being an enabler of someone's addiction seems more morally iffy. Enabling someone you love to lose control, and helping their addiction. Pretty messed up.

You mean, it'd be even easier to overdo it and get real problems related to too much reward. If you talk to sexologists and such other frontline practicioners, they're kinda scared. The first generation to have almost universally access to internet since early age is coming of age now. Won't be pretty at all. There's more fat women, there's more people looking a porn, odds of a fat woman figuring out guys are also thirsty for her are much, much higher. I recall seeing a 400+ easy girl in university, at the swimming pool. She didn't seem sexy to me at all, she was so fat that moving around was a problem for her. Wasn't that pretty, and almost 100% she had no inkling there were men around who would find her attractive. Now, I was looking at a dating site blacklisted here. There was a 290 lb student of biochemistry, of all things. Her profile said she 'didn't mind being heavier and gaining weight., posted photos where she was a mere 200 lbs'. I find that really hard to believe. More likely, she's lonely and a compulsive overeater.

There's certain other threads here that are kinda scary.

If you stopped looking at porn completely and only masturbated to touch, not having fantasies, you'd be fine, in all likelihood. In regards to normal sex, have you tried ?

Probably the cheapest way is eating as normally and supplementing with heavy cream and lactase. Trick is making it palatable.

Huh, you binge eat or just eat too much all the time ?

A a model who's bigger than some of the models on BigCuties. I'm kinda wondering if she's a credit to her customers and employers. Because even though thick girls have widespread appeal, on a normal height woman going over 200 means losing a lot of appeal.

New Year's Resolutions - WG "138?! The hell is this?" the blonde exclaimed, examining the scale in front of her. Down to her bra and underwear, Rachel stood alone in the bathroom, standing atop the weighing scale she'd used so many times before. She looked down at herself and noticed perhaps only the slightest layer of pudge in her middle, but that tiny weight was more than enough to terrify her. She'd spent so much of the year dieting and exercising to shed some weight and here and there she'd gotten some good result. She'd been pleased with herself. But now she'd suddenly shot back up by at least ten pounds since her last weight in, which made her worried. If she'd stuck by her diet so well, why had she gained weight again? Was she slipping? "I know what you're thinking. You can relax. It's only 10 pounds," came another voice. Turning her head, the blonde looked to the doorframe of the bathroom, where a dark-haired woman leaned against the frame. Her figure, unlike Rachel's, was plump. Not exactly fat, but her green sweater hugged her somewhat generous curves and her stomach couldn't really be considered flat by anyone's definition. The dark-haired girl fixed the position of the glasses on her face. "I mean, it was only just Christmas. We both had plenty of food. You can afford to spoil yourself," she spoke again, continuing. Rachel thought about it for a moment but frowned, looking back down at the scale. "Still, Miranda, I've gone back on my diet. I don't want to just suddenly start gaining. I don't want to become fat," Rachel remarked. Miranda briefly glanced down to the scale and then back up again. "If it bothers you so much, then you can just make that your New Year's Resolution. But really, I wouldn't worry about it so much. Now come on - It's twenty minutes until midnight. You wanted to countdown the new year, didn't you?" Miranda responded, though she didn't wait for an answer as she began to turn and walk back down the stairs. Rachel stared down at the scale, but a few moments later she brightened up with a smile on her face as she picked up her jeans on the floor. She'd just do as Miranda said. This year, her New Year's Resolution was to lose weight! It was February once again. What snow remained throughout January was now almost completely melted. The roads were wet and rain was fairly common, but today the sun shone brightly in the grey sky. Spring had arrived and brought with it warmer weather. Not the warmest weather, of course, but just about anything would beat the frosty conditions of Winter. Cars now didn't have to worry about the snow and sleet slowing their travel down, nor did people have to worry about slipping on concrete paths due to the ice. The trees were slowly recovering their green leaves and people were beginning to leave behind their scarves and gloves, no longer needing the extra warmth. Walking briskly down the path under the shade of trees that grew around the perimeter of the park, two young women could be seen side-by-side. One possessed a full, curvy figure and long, wavy, dark hair that flowed down over her shoulders. Her figure was wrapped in a green top with a grey jacket over it, along with blue jeans that clung around her legs. She held her hands in her pockets as she walked, peering ahead out of her glasses whilst occasionally passing a glance back to her talkative friend. Her friend, of course, was a young blonde woman with shorter hair worn in a bob cut. Her figure was more slender than her friend's, but with perhaps a small pot belly poking out from under her top. She'd chosen to wear a white, sleeveless top with a blue tracksuit that fit tightly over her figure. The intended effect was supposed to make her seem thinner, but it seemed only to exaggerate the little pot belly that had steadily been growing since January. "I'm really getting worried. I mean, I've been checking the scales every week. I think I'm slipping back. I've been exercising, but-" Rachel stopped talking for a moment to pop a small Rolo into her mouth. Chewing the little chocolate cylinder, she soon swallowed it before continuing. "But I don't think I'm getting smaller. I've already gone back on my New Year's resolution, haven't I?". "You don't have to worry too much, you know," Miranda replied, looking over to her friend. "If you can lose the weight you've gained by the end of the year, then you can still say you completed your resolution, can't you?". "Still, my stomach doesn't seem to be shrinking..." Rachel commented, looking down at the little belly that could be seen poking out from under her top. Miranda didn't even spare a glance. "If you keep thinking about it, of course it's going to look like it'll never shrink. You're fine, Miranda. You're still smaller than I am," Miranda remarked. Rachel bit her lip, but she decided to accept it. She didn't want to bother her friend too much more. Popping another Rolo into her mouth, she smiled a little as she tasted the chocolate on her tongue. Taking time to chew it for a few moments, she soon swallowed it down before offering a Rolo to her friend. Miranda took the chocolate without question and popped one into her mouth as they continued walking home. "Rachel, come on. I'm waiting," Miranda remarked, her arms folded in front of her chest as she stood outside the changing rooms. She was dressed for Summer in a two piece green bathing suit, Miranda's shapely form was on full display. Her breasts stood out prominently from her chest, supported by her green top. Her stomach hung out and dipped down, a soft mound of flesh. Her hips were wide, with a bottom that stuck out behind her like a shelf. Her thighs were like thick pillars holding her figure up. She'd left her glasses in a case in her bag, which hung from her shoulder by a strap. Her dark hair flowed freely down her back. Her plump lips were pursed whilst her brows were furrowed, giving off a look of impatience. "I'm not going out..." mumbled a reply from within the changing room. Miranda rolled her eyes. "What's wrong?" Miranda asked, though she already knew exactly what was wrong. "It's just... I don't like how I look... Maybe we could save the beach for another day..." Rachel's voice muttered. Miranda sighed. "Look, Rachel... Could you just let me in for a moment? Or at least open the door a little for me. I want to speak to you face to face," Miranda spoke, now determined in her approach. There was a pause, but Miranda could hear a low click as the latch was pulled back. The door opened up just a little and Miranda took the opportunity to look inside. There stood Rachel in a red two-piece swimsuit, hands clasped in front of herself whilst she stood rigidly on the spot. Miranda could see her stomach and how, in a manner not unlike Miranda's, it stood out from the rest of her figure. Rachel had become chubbier over the past few months, and a round stomach that looked as swollen as a basketball was the proof of her weight gain. It hung down in front of her figure, whilst her hips had widened to the point it looked as if her bottom consisted of two melons. Her legs now pressed against each other as her thighs had thickened. Her chest contained enough puppy fat for a whole litter of pups, a testament to whoever had made a bikini top capable of supporting them. But what bothered Rachel was her large, round stomach. "... I look ugly, don't I?" Rachel remarked, looking away shyly as she refused to even look at herself. Pursing her lips, Miranda stepped forwards and lifted her hands. Both settled on Rachel's waist as Miranda pressed her own zatfig figure against Rachel's. Rachel gasped a little, her cheeks turning pink as she looked up. But then she saw Miranda's face and her green eyes. She saw complete and total acceptance. "You're not ugly," Miranda told her. Rachel smiled just a little, her own arms wrapping around Miranda's shoulders as she embraced the young woman in a hug. Leaves of red, yellow and brown fluttered in the wind and rested on the ground, covering the streets and paths. People swept leaves out of their gardens and out of the streets whilst the sun hung high in the air. But even as the sun shone, the air was just the slightest bit colder again. A gentle breeze counteracted the strong sunlight, giving a coolness to offset the warmth. People walked about the town, whether chatting with each other or doing their shopping. People moved in and out of stores, some accompanied by young kids. Signs were hung everywhere advertising school supplies, but two young women who'd left school paid the posters no mind, instead focused on a sale in a local clothing store. The two walked around the store as a pair, their eyes scanning the clothing around them. Coats, shirts, jeans, skirts - It was slowly approaching a colder time of year and the pair had agreed to get some new clothing for the coming Winter months. Better of course to buy now in Autumn than Winter, they had decided - after all, the Winter months were a hectic shopping season like no other. "Hey, this looks nice," the blonde woman spoke, grasping a hanger that held a blue blouse. It was several sizes too small for the young woman, of course - Rachel's figure was rather plump, with a prominent chest that sat atop a round stomach that made her torso seemed barrel-shaped. Her bottom was like two overinflated basketballs stuffed into her jeans. "We should ask someone if it comes in our sizes..." Miranda remarked, looking at it. Miranda was bigger than Rachel, with a distended stomach like a medicine ball inside of her shirt. As of late she'd been gaining as well, but unlike Rachel she had never minded too much. The only major problem she had was finding places that still sold clothing in her size. "Excuse me!" Rachel called out to a woman in a suit. "Do you have any of these in a larger size?" she asked, hopeful. The woman gave a smile, but it was the kind of smile that immediately told you the answer was no. "No, I'm sorry. We sold out of larger sizes. We should be getting some more next week though," she answered a little more positively than Miranda had thought. The two large girls smiled in unison. "Well, at least we can find our sizes here," Miranda remarked, earning a chuckle from the store clerk. "I can understand. My sister complains of the same problem," the store clerk remarked. "Is there anything else you need help with?". "No, no, it's alright," Rachel told the clerk. The clerk nodded and walked away as Rachel put the blouse back, smiling to herself. "At least we're in luck". "Mhm. Do you want to head to the cafe next? I could do with something to eat," Miranda remarked as Rachel smiled, nodding. "Sure!". The starry night Winter sky could be seen outside the window frame, even as it became frosted over. Snow fell across the town, covering the rooftops and streets in white blankets. Inside and away from the cold, a fire had been lit in the sitting room as two young women sat together on a couch, sharing between them a round tin filled with chocolates wrapped in colourful wrappers. A green Christmas tree sat in a corner, covered in decorations with a few presents sitting beneath while cards sat atop the mantlepiece. The couch in question was a green colour not unlike the tree, designed for three people to sit together. But it seemed that the two young women both more than qualified as one and a half people each in terms of size as they sat pressed together upon the couch as the television blared songs. "I love the caramel ones," Rachel spoke, pushing another one between her plump, pink lips. The blonde leaned back in the couch, allowing her stomach to stand out prominently from the rest of her figure. Her breasts were like large watermelons that sat atop the mountain of flesh that was her stomach. A red sweater she'd been wearing had now pulled up, exposing her belly for all to see. Her buttocks were like soft pillows her figure could rest upon, with her thighs rubbing together constantly. Her blue jeans strained to contain her meaty legs, with the top button of her jeans having already popped off. Chubby fingers grasped another sweet and slowly tore away the wrapper as she chewed on another chocolate. "Mm... Say, Rachel, you know the way people always make New Year's Resolutions?" Miranda spoke up. Miranda was just as large, with a distended stomach like a fleshy bean bag. Her green sweater, like Rachel's, was pushed up so that it could only just cover her enormous breasts, which were each the size of her own head. Her large legs were clad in stretchable pyajamas that clung around the curves of her form. Upon the bespectacled woman's head rested a red and white Santa hat. "What about them?" Rachel asked as she swallowed another chocolate. "What was yours?" Miranda asked, raising a brow. The blonde shrugged in response. "No idea. What about yours?" Rachel asked curiously. Miranda smiled, her plump hand patting Rachel's bloated belly. "To make you feel good about yourself".

Don't go much out in public, but I recall once seeing a huge as in maybe 280 lbs woman in the old downtown. She was dressed in tight, partially see through clothing. With hindsight, I find it hard to believe she wasn't a part of this whole FA thing. Practically all women that size around here wear clothes that disguise their shape.

Damn, r/dyingtobefat got wiped off reddit. It was never my thing but I always went over there when I was feeling down, kind of like how I appreciate car wrecks in which I'm not involved. My life might be fucked up, but at least my fetish isn't self destruction.

For older guys who liked the games the way they were before it all turned into big fucking billion dollar business with no substance and no difficulty: That game, most fun I had since playing New Vegas. On a similar level to Baldur's Gate 2, though writing's not as good, but given that it was done on a shoestring budget...

If you can still have normal sex with someone, you're not really in trouble.

I think Sapkowski knows English, I'd just love to see his reaction to this. He's always been a dirty old man but not in this way. Anyways, this is a new classic, I think.

There are ways to be athletic even without being slim.. For example, swimming. Last year, women's European water polo championships (that strangely included Thailand, South Africa, and teams from places such as .. Wales??) took place at a pool I usually go to. So, so many thicc and some outright chunky women. Now, probably not the most competitive sport but I don't think these girls were unfit.