DISCLAIMER) As given by the title, this post is mainly to gather other’s opinions on strictly fictional extreme weight gain. Of course, it’s going to relate back to real life, as kinks trigger a very real, sensual, and physical reaction in our bodies, and to dissect something like this, it’s going to take observations from reality, but please don’t digress too far into real life.
So, what about it appeals to people? I’ve never really understood it myself, but that doesn’t mean I’m not attracted to parts of it. Is it the sheer size? Is it the immobility aspect? What’s different about extreme weight gain that puts it in a different class than normal weight gain, or is it just that extreme weight gain is just more of normal weight gain? Is bigger truly better for some people?
Before I give my perspective, I have a test for everyone. I’m going to put an passage of extreme weight gain fiction, and I want you all to read your preferred passage of choice and then answer in the poll what you think.
FEMALE WEIGHT GAIN
Knowing this, the queen began to absorb the figure that was, apparently, her daughter. What had seemed like a massive half-kneaded pile of dough big enough to feed an elven army was actually, she realized, a thigh so humongous it probably weighed five times what the queen’s whole body did. The two sagging lumps wrapped in cow-print fabric were actually the princess’s buttocks, rising up behind her and producing the elephant’s share of the odor that poured off her frame. That fabric weaved in and out of her fat, covering seemingly random parts of it, and though one could tell that it could have fit even someone of Valyssa’s size, it was woefully overstretched and undersized on Elma. It was torn to bits, held together only by where it was wedged in her many wobbling rolls.
In the center of all of it was her face, though you had to look hard to even recognize it as such. Her eyes were half-lidded in semi-consciousness, and the bulging butter-bags of her cheeks made it hard to pick out the emerald glimmer that she shared with her mother. They were so enormous that they even covered up half of her elongated ears, leaving only the tips to flick and wiggle as they were crushed by the flab of her cheeks. Between those cheeks was where the connecting tube terminated, going right into Elma’s lips with a constant gulping sound. Further downward, it was all chin after chin, misshapen rolls leading right into the heaving pile that was her belly fat. Her gut was so enormous it spilled out at least three or four feet beyond the ends of her legs, threatening to spill of the front of the cart.
Her extremities were perhaps the most unbelievable part of her. It was as if someone had pumped pure lard into a pale white balloon, just going and going to see how much they could fit. The nimble little princess who had once impishly dashed about the halls, evading her teachers and performing sleight-of-hand that could impress someone 100 years her senior, now had fingers so packed with fat that they were as thick as her mother’s wrist. It was doubtful whether she could even wiggle them, just splayed out against one another like the clumsy limbs of a starfish. Her feet and toes were little better, her bare soles losing their arch for all the lard that were stuffed into them. Any other joints were, of course, obviously out of the question, if only for the sheer weight that would need to be lifted to get them to move.
MALE WEIGHT GAIN
As he stood, his belly fell down almost to his knees, and his fat chest sloshed down and out to the sides, unable to find anywhere else to go on his oversized body. He stood with his legs wide apart with his back arched - even if it wasn’t something you could see, with his fat rolls obscuring his spine. He felt his shorts slip down the curve of his big fat ass, and didn’t even attempt to try to stop the fabric slipping. The 6xl shirt he was wearing was the biggest he had to wear at home, and it was exposing so much flesh that he was not decent to ever walk out the door in anything other than his massive uniform for work - and that was happening less and less. He knew he would be fired because of his weight soon, but it also didn’t stop his appetite.
He took a heavy, clumsy step to the left to shuffle by the coffee table. It was a simple movement, but at this size, Randy felt like it was a tricky manoeuvre and was thinking it was time to start using the reclining chair more. He grabbed onto the back of the recliner as he took the next few steps, his underbelly sloshing and jiggling with every tiny movement. The constant body movements were throwing his balance off lately, and his muscles weren’t holding up to the weight very well.
He was gasping for air by the time he made it into the washroom. He turned on the shower, letting it run at a lukewarm temperature while he sat heavily down on the toilet - which no longer felt large to him. The large bowl felt like a normal one now, and knowing how huge it felt when he first moved in, he felt a certain pride in his incredibly fast growth. The large meals, the endless eating and sitting on his ass had transformed himself into such a huge mess of lard that he was worried about how he would even be able to function as a person soon.
He entered the large shower afterwards and enjoyed the slightly cool water showering down from above his head.The water helped lower his temperature that he worked up in the short path from the couch to the washroom. The sweat washed away, and the soap bar was soon sliding and glossing over every inch and fold of fat. He loved the feeling of the lather on his skin, making it slippery as he ran his hands in and out of the endless rolls, folds, and between his legs. The body fat was especially tender between his thighs and the rubbing skin always made them hot and in need of some special attention. He took a handful of his thigh fat, and felt the heavy blob of flesh in his palm, knowing that there was more fat on one of his thighs now than there had been on his entire belly a few months ago.
- I enjoyed reading this and its extreme weight gain themes.
- I normally like extreme weight gain, but the writing ruined it.
- I didn’t like the extreme weight gain description.
- I didn’t bother reading it.
EDIT) I forgot to include an option as to where you liked the writing, but you’re not a big fan of extreme weight gain normally. For now, just pick the third option, unless people would want me to remake the poll.
I couldn’t find any undefined gender/sex extreme weight gain, so apologies to those who don’t like either; it probably would have made the poll more actually scientific. There’s also probably some sort of bias that might have affected it, given that I am only attracted to one sex. Can you guess who I prefer?
My take: In the moment, it’s usually pretty attractive, especially if I’ve been on a fat media binge beforehand. When thinking about it intellectually, it becomes a whole lot darker and creepy, to the point where I’m repulsed by it. I’ve never liked the idea of someone being 600 lbs or higher, in that “superchub” range. I mean, I’m going to be an outright hypocrite and say that at first, it’s definitely arousing, but in something as interactive as games or even just fat literature, where you have to put a least a little bit of thought into it, it gets scary fast. I don’t like thinking about the issues that such a weight would bring, and I can’t not think about it when I’m trying to create my own fantasy from the fiction before me.
I won’t lie; for me, some of the appeal of weight gain lies in being too big for the world. Those clothes that are too tight, that awkward moment where you get stuck in an embarrassing position, that almost uncomfortable weight hanging off of you at every moment. But I also personally love being active, moving around in a nimble fashion, and I guess most importantly, being healthy. Not to say that it’s impossible to be fat and healthy; it’s more than possible, but at those extreme weights? It’s practically a certainty that there’s something wrong with your body, however small of an issue it might be. And that scares me that someone would willingly (or unwillingly, but that’s a topic for another day) undergo that or give up a lot of freedoms just to satisfy a sexual desire.
In any case, what are your opinions of extreme weight gain in fantasy? Arousing? Turn-off? Attractive? Repulsive?