BigWarmMan
Well-Known Member
Hi, I promised CastingPearls that as soon as I mustered the courage, I'd post some photos of the transformation that led me here (if I can figure out how). I think these are unremarkable, compared to the true masters of gourmanderie that populate this community, but I am just a newbie. I'm also including an absolutely true account of the recent circumstances that led to me becoming a BHM, Please feel free to "perv" on the photos-- if you find them perv-worthy-- but please also read and consider my dilemma-- and give me whatever feedback you can on either.
Here goes: Up until this October, I weighed less than 17 stone. I was running/walking 9-10km/day and subsisting on my more-or-less typical 2,000 cal/day diet, which was usually enough to maintain a decent level of mental concentration at work, without actively increasing my weight. This was pretty much how I'd always functioned-- except for more strenuous periods of concentrated dieting and exercise to compensate for occasional slip-ups at holidays etc.
I'd injured my knee in July. My doctor sent me for an MRI to diagnose the damage, but my insurance company wouldn't approve it, so my only recourse was to R.I C.E. my knee and lay off the road work. Without the 10km/day, of course, my weight started to creep up. I countered by reducing my calories to 1,000 cal/day and increasing my upper body work in the gym. I started to have constant headaches and got dull-witted enough at work to dangerously compromise my output. So, cautiously, I upped my intake to 1500cal/day and began walking 3km/day. On 1500 cal/day, my weight edged up in spite of my walking. This didn't help my knee and by mid-October, I could barely stand. I also had to cut back on the gym because I started to have real trouble with my shoulder.
My doctor said that until I could get an MRI, I had better forego any further walking. Insurance company was still recalcitrant, so I became sedentary for the first time in my life.
Now the perfect storm for the onset of obesity occurred. Coincidental to my incapacity, my lovely wife got obsessed with baking, full-time! Every day, she experimented with different recipes to impress the family with, in the coming holiday season. She began to produce what seemed to me staggering quantities of breads, biscuits and cakes on a daily basis. Terrified, I resisted temptation pretty well, at first-- but she kept insisting I be the judge of which recipes were the most worthy to go into the various Christmas boxes. Resistance was quite obviously futile. I think I had a sort of psychological crisis, because before long, the flood gates of my appetite burst open. I stopped counting calories strictly, and began to eat as much as I liked of whatever I wanted.
My wife was delighted that I was suddenly a totally enthusiastic audience for her culinary expression. When I complained about what it was doing to my waistline, she very coquettishly pinched my midriff and whispered, "I love your fat, baby."
I have, these last few days since discovering Dimensions website, read some fiction --some of it erotic, some of it scary-- that included scenes like this, but this was swear-to-God real. I got so turned-on and embarrassed at the same time, I turned beet red and almost collapsed.
Now, things did not go from here quite as juicily as they do in the Stories section. My wife staunchly denies trying to make me gain weight-- and I have to remind myself that what I eat or make of my body is my own responsibility. But, we did have some awesome sex, then-- which has continued with greater regularity since. She swears she's not a closeted FFA and continues to insist that if I'm getting fatter, it is not her fault. I believe that's only fair-- but she's also, curiously, not complained about the changes in me.
I began a sort of epiphany about my body that I still don't understand-- although I'm trying. I realized that (except for my knee, which only starts to get bad after a km or so) I was pain-free for the first time in my life! In my teens, I had accepted the philosophy of "No Pain, No Gain" and had so inured myself to discomfort that I didn't realize I was living with constant pain until it stopped! With the surcease of pain --and with unlimited calories available-- my brain sharpened up and I became more productive than I have been in twenty years.
Another effect of unlimited available calories --which brought my quest for understanding here-- has been a phenomenal surge in my sexual energy. At first I thought it was just the absence of pain, but I think something more is involved-- something physiological as well as psychological. It's like, the fatter I get, the hornier I get. What is THAT about?? Seriously, is this a common phenomenon? It seems totally counter-intuitive to me!!
Anyway, I'm becoming a roly-poly sex machine. My wife is enjoying this effect, and so far she doesn't seem turned off by my size. I, on the other hand, am haunted by all the expected fears. Left unchecked, just how big am I likely to get? What will it do to my long-term health and longevity? What will it do to my reputation professionally? I literally can't afford to be side-lined into irrelevancy because I became a fat guy. Worst of all, as important as health and professional concerns are-- how can I ever go back to a dreary life of pain, deprivation and diminishing prowess?
In spite of these concerns, I'm having a lovely time. As of January 1st, 2011 I weigh slightly more than 20 stone. I've put on 3 stone in two months! All my appetites are running wild-- but I don't seem to care. I've come to love feeling stuffed to bursting (an effect that's getting harder to achieve) and my capacity for food has grown astoundingly since this began. I now easily consume more calories in a single day than I could in an entire week last September, and I am just brimming with vigor and vitality I've never felt before. Of course, I LOVE our new sex life, But I'm surprised at how much I like food! I'm so enjoying the freedom and feeling of abundance. I really like eating for the pleasure of it. I'm discovering whole worlds of foods and recipes that I've never experienced because I thought they were out-of-bounds for me. Simple food. Do you know how good plain scrambled eggs are when made properly with butter and cream? They are a revelation!
I'm getting noticeably bigger almost by the day, and it doesn't even horrify me anymore! But, of course, it should, shouldn't it? Logically, at some point, I'm going to have to go back to my old ways, aren't I?
I hope those of you with more experience can shed some light on this transformation process. I'm pretty sure I can guess what the medical establishment and mainstream culture would have to say. But, is there a third possible destination on this road? If my situation is not unique, how do people like us cope? Any words of wisdom or compassion would be much appreciated.
Okay. Man of my word. Here are some pics. No before shot available, I'm afraid, but I think you can see progress between the first photo, taken New Year's Eve, and those taken a day and two later. This feels quite awkward, so, please be kind!
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Here goes: Up until this October, I weighed less than 17 stone. I was running/walking 9-10km/day and subsisting on my more-or-less typical 2,000 cal/day diet, which was usually enough to maintain a decent level of mental concentration at work, without actively increasing my weight. This was pretty much how I'd always functioned-- except for more strenuous periods of concentrated dieting and exercise to compensate for occasional slip-ups at holidays etc.
I'd injured my knee in July. My doctor sent me for an MRI to diagnose the damage, but my insurance company wouldn't approve it, so my only recourse was to R.I C.E. my knee and lay off the road work. Without the 10km/day, of course, my weight started to creep up. I countered by reducing my calories to 1,000 cal/day and increasing my upper body work in the gym. I started to have constant headaches and got dull-witted enough at work to dangerously compromise my output. So, cautiously, I upped my intake to 1500cal/day and began walking 3km/day. On 1500 cal/day, my weight edged up in spite of my walking. This didn't help my knee and by mid-October, I could barely stand. I also had to cut back on the gym because I started to have real trouble with my shoulder.
My doctor said that until I could get an MRI, I had better forego any further walking. Insurance company was still recalcitrant, so I became sedentary for the first time in my life.
Now the perfect storm for the onset of obesity occurred. Coincidental to my incapacity, my lovely wife got obsessed with baking, full-time! Every day, she experimented with different recipes to impress the family with, in the coming holiday season. She began to produce what seemed to me staggering quantities of breads, biscuits and cakes on a daily basis. Terrified, I resisted temptation pretty well, at first-- but she kept insisting I be the judge of which recipes were the most worthy to go into the various Christmas boxes. Resistance was quite obviously futile. I think I had a sort of psychological crisis, because before long, the flood gates of my appetite burst open. I stopped counting calories strictly, and began to eat as much as I liked of whatever I wanted.
My wife was delighted that I was suddenly a totally enthusiastic audience for her culinary expression. When I complained about what it was doing to my waistline, she very coquettishly pinched my midriff and whispered, "I love your fat, baby."
I have, these last few days since discovering Dimensions website, read some fiction --some of it erotic, some of it scary-- that included scenes like this, but this was swear-to-God real. I got so turned-on and embarrassed at the same time, I turned beet red and almost collapsed.
Now, things did not go from here quite as juicily as they do in the Stories section. My wife staunchly denies trying to make me gain weight-- and I have to remind myself that what I eat or make of my body is my own responsibility. But, we did have some awesome sex, then-- which has continued with greater regularity since. She swears she's not a closeted FFA and continues to insist that if I'm getting fatter, it is not her fault. I believe that's only fair-- but she's also, curiously, not complained about the changes in me.
I began a sort of epiphany about my body that I still don't understand-- although I'm trying. I realized that (except for my knee, which only starts to get bad after a km or so) I was pain-free for the first time in my life! In my teens, I had accepted the philosophy of "No Pain, No Gain" and had so inured myself to discomfort that I didn't realize I was living with constant pain until it stopped! With the surcease of pain --and with unlimited calories available-- my brain sharpened up and I became more productive than I have been in twenty years.
Another effect of unlimited available calories --which brought my quest for understanding here-- has been a phenomenal surge in my sexual energy. At first I thought it was just the absence of pain, but I think something more is involved-- something physiological as well as psychological. It's like, the fatter I get, the hornier I get. What is THAT about?? Seriously, is this a common phenomenon? It seems totally counter-intuitive to me!!
Anyway, I'm becoming a roly-poly sex machine. My wife is enjoying this effect, and so far she doesn't seem turned off by my size. I, on the other hand, am haunted by all the expected fears. Left unchecked, just how big am I likely to get? What will it do to my long-term health and longevity? What will it do to my reputation professionally? I literally can't afford to be side-lined into irrelevancy because I became a fat guy. Worst of all, as important as health and professional concerns are-- how can I ever go back to a dreary life of pain, deprivation and diminishing prowess?
In spite of these concerns, I'm having a lovely time. As of January 1st, 2011 I weigh slightly more than 20 stone. I've put on 3 stone in two months! All my appetites are running wild-- but I don't seem to care. I've come to love feeling stuffed to bursting (an effect that's getting harder to achieve) and my capacity for food has grown astoundingly since this began. I now easily consume more calories in a single day than I could in an entire week last September, and I am just brimming with vigor and vitality I've never felt before. Of course, I LOVE our new sex life, But I'm surprised at how much I like food! I'm so enjoying the freedom and feeling of abundance. I really like eating for the pleasure of it. I'm discovering whole worlds of foods and recipes that I've never experienced because I thought they were out-of-bounds for me. Simple food. Do you know how good plain scrambled eggs are when made properly with butter and cream? They are a revelation!
I'm getting noticeably bigger almost by the day, and it doesn't even horrify me anymore! But, of course, it should, shouldn't it? Logically, at some point, I'm going to have to go back to my old ways, aren't I?
I hope those of you with more experience can shed some light on this transformation process. I'm pretty sure I can guess what the medical establishment and mainstream culture would have to say. But, is there a third possible destination on this road? If my situation is not unique, how do people like us cope? Any words of wisdom or compassion would be much appreciated.
Okay. Man of my word. Here are some pics. No before shot available, I'm afraid, but I think you can see progress between the first photo, taken New Year's Eve, and those taken a day and two later. This feels quite awkward, so, please be kind!
View attachment Photo 01 New Years' Eve_a.jpg
View attachment Photo 02 just1day later_a.jpg
View attachment Photo 03 2days lqter.jpg
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