We've discussed this topic here and there over the years, but I haven't found any thread with a focus on this question in the past 5 years, so maybe a fresh start.
The day before yesterday I had one of these aha-moments.
I did some errands by bike, ending at the supermarket - where I locked the bike at the half-concealed bike stand, from where I can easily overlook the remote side of the parking lot.
There I saw him - a SSBHM who had just finished loading his car and was now struggling to re-adjust his pants. It was utterly fascinating for me to watch: He was very broad, long torso, but with an over-proportionally large, wonderfully blubbery belly.
Because the belly was so broad, long and deep, he couldn't fully reach his waistband with the belt. He had the belt pulled, but struggled to get to the buckle to fasten it. So he'd grab under his belly that quivered like crazy, wildly jiggling fat overflowing his arms to try and fasten the buckle some notches tighter. And didn't succeed, the wobbling gut bouncing downwards heavily as he ended one attempt.
This spectacle continued for about 6-7 attempts, until he have up, held the pants with his hands as he got into the car.
There wasn't the issue of being invasive or staring, as he couldn't see me from where I was standing, observing him sideways.
Nevertheless, I felt incredibly guilty in that moment, that I was watching him struggle, actually enjoying having all my fetish buttons pushed.
Admittedly this comes in a time where I find coming to Dims more and more depressing - look at the many obituaries we've had here lately. Almost all of supersize women and men, all at an age where death should not yet be on the agenda.
This has been increasingly rummaging through my mind, that there mostly likely only is health up to a certain size - and that those of us to take pleasure in extremer size might contribute to harming or enabling self-harm of others.
Not a new observation or doubt, but one which for me has been blaring pretty loudly of late.
The day before yesterday I had one of these aha-moments.
I did some errands by bike, ending at the supermarket - where I locked the bike at the half-concealed bike stand, from where I can easily overlook the remote side of the parking lot.
There I saw him - a SSBHM who had just finished loading his car and was now struggling to re-adjust his pants. It was utterly fascinating for me to watch: He was very broad, long torso, but with an over-proportionally large, wonderfully blubbery belly.
Because the belly was so broad, long and deep, he couldn't fully reach his waistband with the belt. He had the belt pulled, but struggled to get to the buckle to fasten it. So he'd grab under his belly that quivered like crazy, wildly jiggling fat overflowing his arms to try and fasten the buckle some notches tighter. And didn't succeed, the wobbling gut bouncing downwards heavily as he ended one attempt.
This spectacle continued for about 6-7 attempts, until he have up, held the pants with his hands as he got into the car.
There wasn't the issue of being invasive or staring, as he couldn't see me from where I was standing, observing him sideways.
Nevertheless, I felt incredibly guilty in that moment, that I was watching him struggle, actually enjoying having all my fetish buttons pushed.
Admittedly this comes in a time where I find coming to Dims more and more depressing - look at the many obituaries we've had here lately. Almost all of supersize women and men, all at an age where death should not yet be on the agenda.
This has been increasingly rummaging through my mind, that there mostly likely only is health up to a certain size - and that those of us to take pleasure in extremer size might contribute to harming or enabling self-harm of others.
Not a new observation or doubt, but one which for me has been blaring pretty loudly of late.
