>>33718Referenced OP here.
Uncanny is right. My wife is also the biggest women I've taken home. Before her I had the normal hangups with bringing home a larger women, but she's a magnificent person and nobody actually cares how muvh your partners weigh if they're good people.
My father/grandfather don't show any noticeable interest, but my young nephew is absolutely obsessed with her. He's mentioned her "tummy" at multiple points and seems to hover around her all the time, so there might be a genetic component here. Time will tell.
Mentioning teachers unlocked a couple of memories. One was of an administrator in the middle school principal's office. She started when I was in 6th grade, and was young and skinny (blonde hourglass) at that point. Allot of the boys had a crush on her. She started putting on weight almost immediately, and by the time I left the school in 8th grade she was easily over 250 pounds, still an exaggerated hourglass... at which point I had a crush on her. It was a small town and parents were always bringing snacks to those front offices so it was hardly a surprise, but it was a little crazy how quickly she blew up. I do remember needing to go in there at one point and she was idly eating from a 6-pack of donuts at her desk while reading a magazine. Good times.
Then in high school, I had a spanish teacher who was very bottom heavy, probably around 200ish lbs, and wore the most revealing clothing that a faculty member could get away with. She was probably in her late 30s at the time. Had a tendancy to walk between the rows of desks with a stool and sit in random spots to initiate spanish conversations, which meant that sometimes she was right the hell next to me with that giant rear-end, and I had to force myself not to stare. She also tended to get chalk dust on her butt and stomach from accidentally leaning into the board...
My class didn't have too many bigger girls. Just one in fact, and she had a personality that negated any attraction might've had to her. There was one upperclassmen girl who I hung out with that was very large but wasn't really my type so we never dated, and one underclassmen who was good friends with my friend's sister, who was my type and who I was very attracted to... but afraid to admit it at the time, especially with my friend often making comments about her weight. I did make efforts to be over at that house while she was around though, and she was a cool person otherwise.
Oddly, some of my earliest crushes and dating life involved thinner (meaning legitimately thin, average or barely chubby) women, but it was always "in spite" of them being thin. This was probably because the dating pool was so small at my school. In college I sort of entered a denial stage and dated women of varying sizes while suppressing my attractions, which destroyed my self confidence and ensured none of those relationships got very far. I got over this just after college.
I never was much of an artist (though I tried) but loved to write. I used to post erotic stories on the dimensions boards and deviantart, some as far back as my middle teen years (and good enough where a few of the bigger writers like Steve-AKA wanted to do collaborations) but I deleted them all once I got in a serious relationship, since it felt disrespectful to keep them out there.
Circling back to origins, at no point did I ever have an "aha" moment where my attractions suddenly changed. It was always there and I knew it on some level. Not just the fat aspect, but the lazy, sedentary and mildly slobby aspects of it as well. My earliest memories of fantasizing about fat women always had them on a couch or chair eating; it seemed to go hand-in-hand with being very fat. My wife just naturally gravitates to this lifestyle, and things have been great so far.