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From experience, 500lbs is the line of no return.

300lbs is undeniably fat - you're not chubby or thick or husky. You're fat. You either like it, or are ambivalent enough it doesn't scare you the way it would other people. You can still participate in society, mostly, but the world doesn't have to stop to accommodate you.

+400lbs is definitely eyebrow raising for society. It's being unable to clothes shop at even Walmart. Its forcing you to slow down, forcing you out of normal society because you simply do not fit. It's modifying your habits, changing to more sedentary hobbies. It's having to take up 2 seats on a packed flight, impacting a strangers life when they find that plane full. But instead of letting all that mortification spark change, no, something pleasurable coils in your belly and whispers "its not that bad yet"

500lbs?

Thats a level of obesity you're not ready for. Trust me, and I barely dipped my toe in that class of obesity.

Simple things that you've taken for granted, things that have remained as your athleticism dwindled, now suddenly seem like Olympian feats. Waddling through a store? Might as well call the ambulance to wait for your inevitable collapse. An incline? No, silly, might as well call it Everest. Standing at the stove to cook? Bold to not have a chair nearby. Clothes for fat people? Ha, you've sized out of specialty stores. Now you need custom clothes. Getting off the couch? Now you gotta plan how many times you can get up and so you make those one or two attempts count by stacking snacks around you.

Once you hit 500lbs, and you ignore that tiny quiet voice saying, "woah, hey, lets slow down" and instead listen to that roaring hunger in your belly...

Well, you'll be able to tell us what 600lbs brings soon enough.

greatbigfatguy

This is exactly where I'm at, and it's very, very accurate. I'm at the point where it would take a huge effort and probably some help from other people for me to try to get things under control.

....but....I am pretty lazy....and I am pretty hungry....

superchubsoon

…something about having your cake and eating it…

bellypiggy

Literal dream life

mypageisfluffy

Guess who's back? Back again !!!

fat-ale-fat

One month difference between both photos, is there any difference?

ig: fat.ale.fat

fatjockass

chubbootylover

Those moobs look succulent 😋

avidgnr

This young Turkish is gaining weight really fast

chubbootylover

omg imagine being the editor for his vids

chubbootylover

what a belly

ffattles

I thought black was slimming?

hugeandheavy

Progress 💪

360 to 500

potentialfatty

Obesity

I can’t be the only one who’s addicted to fat, right? There’s just something so deliciously indulgent about it, the way it slowly creeps up on you, the way it jiggles and is able to be squeezed. The thought that an each feast will contribute to more blubber, an added bonus to doing something that everyone loves to do, eat. The day after pigging out still feeling the after effects, rubbing your hands across your body, poking and prodding your bloated fat, squeezing and watching it jiggle. Realizing how your body never used to be so sensitive, how each slight touch sends pleasure throughout your growing body, slowly rewiring your brain to love the sensation, to crave it, to want more. Before you even realize it, your pants are off, and you are craving for release. Your thoughts clouded by food and the need to be bigger. You start getting hungry at the thought, since you know the release will be even better when you are so bloated you can hardly catch your breath and barely move without your bulging belly almost in pain from food. Then before you know it you finish and it’s the best you’ve ever felt, that’s the cycle, the inescapable trap you entered, you want that feeling every second of the day, so the first thing is to get another feast to do it all over again.