My partner is such a perfect little round apple-dumpling of a man. I wish I could sit on his belly shelf all day and feed him chocolates. That massive belly absolutely rules me.

This may sound very basic and I know I’m preaching to the choir but…I just wanna say, I think the world would be a better place if people were vocal and not ashamed of their love of fat people. Or afraid of being judged for liking/dating a fat person. I think it would solve a lot of things.

If you don’t use your belly as mini shelf for your hands as you hold your phone then don’t talk to me

Belly shelf is everything

My Dear FFA: don't worry, we both know it's more than a fetish

At some point, you learned that you had a fat fetish. You learned there were lots of fetishes: various body parts, clothing, and even actions. Yours just happens to be big, squishy roles of man flesh. No big deal, right? But that doesn't quite fully describe it, does it? Other fetishes seem confined to erotic moments together. But, you want to wake up every morning in the arms of a fat man and fall asleep feeling his tummy press against your back as he spoons you. You want grizzly bear hugs every hour of the day. You love to see him put away food at every meal. You like seeing his belly jiggle on a bumpy road or seeing his imposing figure beside you in the dark at a movie theater. You love eating with him, feeding him, dancing with him, living life seeing him with a soft belly. Even his thoughts, dreams, and emotions somehow seem more developed, gentler, yet more impressive, perhaps even regal, because his frame has a certain substance to it -- a presence that a skinny man just can't impress you with. His big body makes your worries melt away. You love his size as he walks beside you, as he sits across from you, and as he comes up behind you to wrap his thick arms around you. He's your safe place, your anchor. No my dear, it's not the fulfillment of a fetish that you seek. What you are seeking is a lifestyle, a haven. A fat man is your home. Come home to me.

The sweetest handful imaginable. I am obsessed with my partner's fat hips and delicious rolls and folds. I run my fingers along those creases and feel myself burning for him.

Just a guy looking for a girl who is slightly too excited to see me try and squeeze my huge gut into the booth at the diner

Imagine your face just under the tip of my overhang getting plapped yeah that'd be p dope, right?