Getting real close to being in my forties now, and was an early reader being taught how when I was about four. I can distincly remember finding a book on the life cycles of ants and being fascinated by the queen ant being so much bigger than the rest of the ants, and how she would be fed constantly. I can’t have been more than five years old at the time, and that book felt all wrong, but so right in that way it seems many of us describe our first awakening.
After that I think the 90s glossy magazines constantly berating women for “letting themselves go” was a huge influence. 10-15 year old me loved every little starter potbelly, pregnany weight gain and lovehandle. I remember cutting out pictures and saving them in an old notebook, not quite yet sure what else to do with the visual information (late bloomer I guess).
Still to this day the main parts of my deepest fantasies are women getting helplessly large by giving in to her hedonistic desires, not caring what anyone says while the world is screaming for her to loose weight. The more willingky blatant, deprived, overstuffed, and bloated the better. Nothing hotter to me than a true larger than life queen growing to huge helpless proportilns with my help.