I always thought that fat people were so beautiful. I particularly liked big bellies. I like inflation and instant weight gain scenes in cartoons, when I was a child.
I wanted to be fat but it was impressed upon me that it wasn't a good thing to be, even though all of the men on my fathers side of the family were fat. I started to engage in padding, because it allowed be to be a fat boy, even though just for a short time.
When puberty arrived, I turned out to be gay and it was the fat guys that I found attractive. My dad liked the old slapstick comedies, which inevitable featured a fat man. I used to have to put a magazine on my lap to hide from my dad, what these fat guys did to me.
My first boyfriend was a skinny guy. I swore that I would make it work. But he didn't have the right body parts. All my other boyfriends have been fat. But that didn't work either. It turned out that my dream was of two fat guys together. Eventually, I plucked up the courage to put on more weight than I was already blessed with. I wanted to have a big belly and I had the right genetics for that to happen.
Now I'm fat and happy. I'm a gainer and I still pad. I have every intention of getting fatter. I like being more than twice the size of most other men. I like being too big for everything. I like how people like to hug, poke, prod, rub and pat me. I like how people feed me, because they think I must be a guy with an appetite. For me, it's an identity that I like. I'm the fat man. I like for people to perceive me as the fat man and their fatphobic comments please me rather than hurt me, because they tell me that I'm the man that I've always wanted to be. I've have the sort of body that I think is beautiful and, if other people don't see it the same way as I do, then everything is fine, because it's not their body; it's mine.
