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'***Fat Bastard***' always conjures up images of this vile, foul mouthed and mannered slob, vulgar, perverted, and so on. While I may be the last one (obviously), I come by in honest, knowing exactly what I am on the outside. I use fat bastard to affirm my current body shape and type.

I stand at just about 6ft and at the moment around 140kgs, around 308lbs. Most of my weight sits around my midsection, hips, but most importantly the gut. The rest of me, since losing weight since October 2025, is toning out quite fine, my arms, and most importantly my legs, and back are showing definition and size.

But my stomach remains - resilient and available.

***Who I really am*** is actually more complex than an image - to the extent that I walk alone a majority of my day if not my life. I'm a massive introvert, who is very creative and loves to nerd out and talk about writing, philosophy, and universal truths in our silly little species. Accordingly, I contrast to that of the media-form of the fat bastard, but deep down I am just a man who loves his Muse more than the News. I spend my time writing, reading, conceptualising, internalising, reflecting, and, yes, gaming.

My life, however, is where I am slowly unravelling. I realised not too long ago that it's ***going nowhere***. Where I live and where I work and what I do is just so unaligned with what's expected of me that spiritually, emotionally, I sit too far apart from such a pragmatic and demanding world, that being in survival for too long without exploring sexuality and relationships; I believe I have completely missed out on becoming a dad. I've missed out on partner's who've all moved on with men (who've all ended up cheating on them anyway) that have things better than myself. I can state proudly I can support myself quite nicely, but not with the speed and efficiency and compensation of other men. My competence and ability to sit within myself comfortably has caused me to be 'used up' by employers, and those 'closest' to me, leading to bitterness and solitude. I am much more content and it's even necessary that I cloister myself and maintain parts of me, myself, and I. I risk too much in travelling even two cities over - my responsibilities and opportunities pretty much bind me here.

But I still ***want to become a father***. It's something I do not want to give up on. Ever. No matter what I look like nor where I see my life heading. still want to create something good, living, and pass on genes I see as worthy of reproduction. So much is against me on this, but this 'urge' whether primal or worse - deeply rationalised - has led me to want to seek out those (obviously avid readers, but also) whom are willing to take on the burden of breeding under me, seeing to full term pregnancy, the exhilaration of birth, and raising my seed either on their own or within their relationship/marriage/partnership.

Contrary (and why I titled this post specifically), there is ***no malice nor forced cucking*** going on - I mean, I could play the part, but it genuinely isn't me. I just know I want to be a father, and to have a consensual time of getting my seed into germination and meiosis and being raised under more functional and successful parents than I, then I'll be very much a happy man, even if in total silence and distance from you. I am a happy man deep down, just worn, tired, and only recognising my self-worth now.

My thoughts on breeding are quite grounded and rooted in the concept of necessity to begin with. The pride of knowing what I will do to you, envelop within your body, and the changes you will short term or may long term experience. ***It's an affair with tangible outcomes*** \- if not of the heart but definitely of the soul and mind. Achieving something that will outlast me and be safe and secure under you.

I do and have been leaning into the physicality and size difference and enjoy the idea of a ***much slimmer lover beneath me***, either facing me or facing away and just imaging and feeling me tap against them from behind. This, paired with the fact that I love to love and give a lot of affection (mostly stemming from touch-starvation), would make for 'a lot of man to love'.

Moreover, knowing what you are doing for me, having journeyed so far away to my small one bedroom apartment with a super single sized bed, with no kitchenette, and nosy neighbours, will make me feel deeply for you regardless. So do expect a lot of attachment and deep meaning your biology gives me - ***even as you read this***.

What I am asking, is if there are women out there ***who'd actually consider this journey and helping this nobody mean something to life itself by helping me reproduce***. No strings can be attached, I have nothing else to give nor support you with - although I wouldn't mind a lot of closeness and discourse around exactly what this means to me. To be garish, I can't even get hard without some semblance of knowledge and deep appreciation.

I mean, the most truth and fact when I say, you'll be doing me a huge favour in life, ***an honour to be a father to our future entertwined***. I can't be there. I cannot support. But I have the sincerity and drive to achieve this. I have spoken to so many prior whom all encourage me to keep my feelers out and keep my hopes up.

For my sake, and your fat guy fetish or breeding fetish, ***would you raise my seed elsewhere in the world for me***?

Let's chat about this and see what develops?

29 [M4F] #New Zealand - Would you give the fat guy the opportunity to know he is a father, if not the dad? No malice. I just want to know I have a legacy out there.