Eating

I’m glad to see you’re still around. We’ve caught up with each other. I’m 632 lbs now. I haven’t gone out in a long time either (thank goodness for grocery delivery, haha). I’m too big for any clothes and all too happy to remain naked all the time. Like you I eat all the time.

It's honestly insane how much I eat now when I think about it. I mean I'm putting away more than a family of 4 in a sitting and not even feeling full. I just finish one meal and start the next. I get everything delivered and give instructions to leave it at the back door so I can collect the bags without having to get dressed. Just going to get them leaves me completely exhausted and gasping for air though. I feel like my legs are going to give out on me. I'm scared of just how out of shape I am and how quickly it's getting worse, but I'm also excited by it. How are you dealing with that?

Not the person above, but I am also a feedee. My feeder likes to push me hard all day long until I am often struggling to keep it down. I think he likes the suffering and moaning he sees in the brief moments between meals. I am up to about 389 now at 5ft 3 and its so hard to get around. I generally just dont move much, especially considering I am usually too full to move anyway unless I want to risk puking all over my huge belly. Sigh. Do you deal with constant overstuffed pain? If you are not feeling full after that much your stomach is already very stretched out and to feel full again you will need to eat more. How does your SO feel about this?

Oh, I remember feeling like I was soooo fat when I was your size and I was. Lol. But now it just seems so small to me. You think it's hard getting around now? Just wait. Your mobility is going to go downhill fast from here. The jump from 400 to 500 and then 500 to 600+ is huge. I really can't even be on my feet for more than a few minutes at a time now. At your size I would get tired and out of breath, but I could still get around. Now I don't even leave the house. I have stretched my stomach so much I rarely feel pain from being overstuffed. I've really become just an eating machine. I never stop. I'm always hungry. I think. I can't even tell anymore tbh. I just keep shoveling it in. I don't have a SO. I'm doing this to myself by myself. Anyway, welcome to the super obese club! I hope you enjoy it here. We have great snacks! Lol.

Hey, long time no talk. I think they changed how comments appear on posts so that there’s a delay in when they appear.

I don’t know if this post will even show up, but for what it’s worth I’m still around and still massive and naked and getting ever fatter. I’m now 688 lbs. I eat and eat and eat all the time. I can’t stop at all. I am so hopelessly out of control and it’s frightening and insanely hot all at once.

I can barely move and now rely on my youngest sister to help me with everything. She moved in (gladly) with me and helps keep me clean and fed and “satisfied.”

My lifestyle is rubbing off on her, though, which was something I worried about when she wanted to move in with me, but she isn’t bothered by it, calling it an “occupational hazard” with a wink and a grin, haha. She was about 260 lbs when she moved in and has already put on 45 lbs. Like me she stays completely naked, only putting clothes on when she absolutely has to. We are both well aware that she’s going to balloon up like I am and to be honest that is both terrifying and exciting to me at the same time. I do worry about what might happen if she gets too big to help me but she just says we’ll figure it out when it happens.

Anyway, that’s what has been going on with me. How about you? Do you know how much you weigh now? How are you dealing with it?

I haven’t seen you on in a while. I hope everything is okay. I figured I’d give an update on myself and sis anyway.

I’m the biggest and fattest I’ve ever been, and as usual it’s as scary and as insanely hot as ever. To put it simply, I’m enormous. I’ve gotten up to 728 lbs. I’m so much fatter than I ever thought I would get, and yet I still want more and more.

I’m done with clothes for good. There’s no point in trying to keep up with my ever growing body. I’m permanently unclothed and that’s more than fine with me. The idea that I’ve gotten too fat to ever wear any clothes again is exciting. My skin is incredibly sensitive to touch. When my sister is helping me with things and both our unclothed bodies touch it feels amazingly good.

Speaking of my sister, she has also been growing rapidly, faster than I did at that size, probably because I was alone then and she’s been with me. She weighed herself the other day and she was 357 lbs. “I’m blowing up like a balloon, like, literally inflating!” She was so excited and hearing her say that drove me wild. She went and grabbed a ton of food and brought it over and we stuffed ourselves so hard and played with each other and lost track of how many times we came. Then we fell asleep, and when we woke up we did it all over again.

There’s no question now. She’s as hopelessly out of control as I am and she wants to get so much fatter. The idea that she is following in my footsteps and will wind up as big and as massively obese as me is so incredibly exciting and it’s driving us to eat more and grow even faster.

I keep checking back here, hoping that you will come back. You must be massive now, as I have become. These days I can barely take a few steps, and that’s only so I can be weighed. My sister managed to get me on the scale today. By the time I got on I was a giant, sweaty, na ked, ** r ny mess. 775 lbs. Only 25 lbs away from 800. My belly is so enormous now I can’t even reach myself any more. But it’s fine. My sister knows exactly what to do to keep me satisfied. Feeling her own hugely fattened ** body against mine is electric and her fingers make quick work down below, reducing me to a quivering mess in no time.

Speaking of her, she’s growing as uncontrollably as me now. She’s fully given up on clothes herself, and we’re both ridiculously turned on by the thought that we’re both now too fat to ever wear anything again. Today she weighed 419 lbs. When she was done with me I returned the favor and had her shuddering in pleasure. She’s been mixing up massive amounts of a very fattening weight gain shake, and in between stuffing sessions she pours it down my throat while drinking down huge quantities herself.

The transformation we’ve gone through is insane. I really hope you come back to see my last few updates and I hope that you are still having a great time like us too.

You sound hot. I would feed you all you want and more.

What does your family and friends say about your weight and eating habits? They must be concerned and how do you feel about that? One the other hand, there is no shame in being fat if that is what you truely want. Life is too short NOT to do the things that give you some kind of pleasure.

Yes my lovely has been weighed & we were both so turned on to see what she weighed. 784lbs! We both knew she had gotten fatter & fatter since she broke the 300kg scales, but to actually see her weight displayed was so **. Has she noticed changes? Most definitely. She has gotten so much bigger & feels incredibly heavy. Fatter all over, fatter in the face, her double chin is now just one big roll of jiggling fat. Her ** are huge, fiat filled, stretch marked, almost 1/2 a melon & sit off to the side of her belly. It is absolutely enormous, she has a 305cm waist (10'). Her hips, only slightly bigger. Her thighs & legs are big rolls of fat, no knee's or ankles. She is now struggling more than ever to carry so much weight & being the size she is. But she has now got me not just enabling her, she has me fattening her up more. She has me so turned on with fat & gaining talk that I'm feeding her. I now can't stop & she's always telling me not to stop. "That's it add more & more weight to me". She has said, she can't & doesn't want to stop gaining, she needs to get fatter. She wants nothing than to eat & eat & eat, to become immobile & to be engulfed in sensuous fat.

It wouldn't let me reply, so I'll post here. Yes, we know what my wife weighs, she had a check-up & weighs 784lbs! Changes with her gains? Definitely. She is just bigger all over. From her fatter face, just a single big roll of chin, ** so fat, stretch marked, the size of almost 1/2 a melon & are pushed to the side by her belly. It's enormous, she pretty much can't reach things, due to her girth. Her ** is bigger with a big shelf between it & her back fat. Her thighs are so big, she waddles with them spread, no knee's & a roll of fat just above her feet. She has noticed how much harder it is to waddle. She only takes a few steps, her belly swinging pendulously with each step, huge ** rolling, her whole body wobbling, as she starts to fill her cheeks with air & blow it out, making ommpphh type noises. She needs to stop, leans on a railing. "Oh....god....I'm so.....fat". But smiles & winks at me. After being weighed & we were alone, she leaned over, put her hand on my **, felt I was hard & said seeing her weight turned her on & she loved it made me hard. Then at home she had a huge creamy fettuccine, cheesy garlic bread & wanted profiteroles. I got them sat next to her, as she ran one hand over her belly, slid the other in my pants. "Feed me darlin, god I want you to fatten me". I couldn't resist. As I fed her I said. That's it **, eat". We were now feedee & feeder. It ended up in **, with her telling me to imagine fatter. It ended up with the most ** things I ever experienced said, all about her putting on more weight, alot more weight.

Congratulations on ruining the life of your fat blob of a wife. She will die very soon all because you are a deviant blubber lover. How does that make you feel, freak?

Go away. Your input is not helpful.

Really? What kind of input would be helpful? If you're looking for the usual balloon handler cheering on of your insane feeder activities, you ain't going to get it. You are killing your monstrously obese wife with obscene amounts of grease, sugar and salt covered ** and you are enjoying it. I wonder if she knows your end game for her. Probably not because any women that would allow herself to become a Jabba the Hut look alike is insane and in denial of her grotesque situation.

You must be close to 500lbs now?

I am 486 pounds as of this morning. I have put on over 40 pounds so far this year and I still feel like I'm not gaining fast enough even though I'm honestly eating all the time. Like, if I'm awake I'm eating. What's crazy though is I wanted to get to 500 this year and I'm probably going to get a lot bigger than that at this rate aren't I? Oh my God, how fat am I going to get? This is scary and making me hungry.

It certainly sounds like you're going to get a lot bigger at the rate you're gaining. Possibly by the end of the year you'll be around 520+. "How fat am I going to get?". Enormously fat by the way you eat & how the extra weight, the bigger your body gets turns you on. You'll be like my wife especially if you find a partner that is turned on by your gaining, you'll gain more & more weight as you know it drives them wild & empowers you.

I am 5 pounds away from being a quarter of a ton. It is all I have been thinking about for the last two weeks. I even took off work this week, just to eat. No, that isn't true. I took off work to make myself fatter. I have literally done nothing but eat and pleasure myself since Monday and now I'm only 5 pounds away. I never thought this would be my life. I never thought I'd be racing to 500 pounds, but here I am and I can't stop. The bigger I get the more I want. I am monstrously obese and it's not nearly enough. I'm drinking a quart of heavy cream right now as I type this and it's my 2nd of the day. I need it to grow, to make me what I need to be, to take away whatever is left of what I was and replace it with more heavy useless lard because that is all I am now and all I want to be.

Oh, wow. I kind of forgot about this. I posted about 3 months ago about how it was nice knowing I’m not the only person doing this.

Now, looking at your last few posts it looks to me like you’re not just still getting bigger but you’re growing faster too. Especially in the last month.

And, I know what you’re going through because it’s happening to me too. I’m up to 425 lbs now, and it’s still going faster.

Do you think that if you did decide to be in a relationship & he/she was happy for you to get really fat, that you would end up like my 740lb wife?

Yes.

There's an interesting discussion here that I have also been involved in, husbands with wives that are 684+ lbs. Just ignore the few haters.
https://www.confessionpost.com/63006/wife-is-a-feedee-and-im-her-feeder

Are you even heavier seeing you are going with your deep down need to get really fat?

Yes, I am heavier. I am always heavier and I think I always will be heavier because I cannot stop eating. It is all I do now. I don't see friends. I don't have hobbies. I don't date. I eat. I eat and eat and eat until I am about to burst. Then I either ** or nap or both and start the process all over again. Obviously, this is causing some weight gain. Although, if I'm being honest, not enough. I am 458 pounds now and all I want is more.

I posted about 6 months ago asking your age and mentioned I was 326 lbs and then I forgot about it until now, so I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to respond.

I’m 23 years old, and, to answer your questions, yes, I was always fat, but didn’t start down this “path,” as you call it, until the pandemic started 2 years ago and everything went into lockdown. I was “just” around 235 lbs then. With being less active and bored I started eating more. In 3 months I had put on 15 lbs. I was always neutral about my weight but for some reason I thought the extra lbs looked good on me and decided I wanted to try putting on more. I gained steadily that first year, reaching about 290 when one day I ate more than I usually did and wound up painfully full but instead of being uncomfortable it felt weirdly good??

Something must have clicked inside me because I have been chasing that feeling ever since. As you can imagine the weight started to pour on and now like you I spend my free time stuffing myself to the brim and then “play” and nap. I am growing bigger and bigger and I just want more. At 384 lbs now I’d say I’ve given up trying to control it and I’ve pretty much decided to let myself go and let my body grow how it wants. I’m pretty sure I’m too far gone now to stop. Like you I keep thinking that I’m not big enough and, the fatter I get the fatter I want to become. It’s ridiculous how much this turns me on. But just knowing I’m not the only one who feels like this has helped me come to terms with it.

It makes me happy that sharing my journey is helping someone with their own. It is not easy. I think I've shared a lot about my struggles accepting myself like this. Accepting my desires, my needs, my weight, and my body has been really difficult. Most people with other fetishes can separate the rest of their lives from it, but I'm always 460 pounds (for now). You are always 384 pounds (for now). We are huge and we are growing. We can't hide that, so accepting it is so important, especially when we are honestly powerless to stop. I hope you don't mind me calling you huge, but I don't think you do. I hope you are happy and accepting of yourself. I am getting there. Are you dealing with a lot of negativity from your weight gain?

Coming to terms with this and accepting myself has been a process, as you well know. There are days when I look at myself in the mirror and be unhappy with what I see, but tbh that happens less and less now. Really letting go made this feel even more amazing than it did before and has led to a surge in my growth. I’m gaining so quickly I feel like I’m almost inflating with fat. I think I’m reasonably happy most of the time.

As far as negativity from others, there’s been some, yes. Mainly from older members of my family and I think that it comes from their own discomfort with their own weight (although I’m a lot bigger than most of them now). I’m sure they talk about it behind my back.

But, my younger sister, who had always been a little heavier than me when we were growing up (no longer, though, hahaha), has remarked that I seem happier overall since I’ve gotten so big. She’s pretty open minded and nonjudgmental but I haven’t been able to fully admit why to her. But she has made some statements that make me think she might have figured it out on her own.

I really don’t mind you calling me huge. We both are huge, and on our way to becoming enormous.

Has your family mentioned anything about your growth?

Considering they've watched me turn myself into an absolute land whale, yes there have been some comments. I've had diet suggestions, offers to go to the gym with me, general concern expressed over my health, lots of shocked looks and even a few gasps, I've been asked if I "really need" to eat things, and my aunt has even tried selling me on WLS.

Inspirational
https://waddlegirl.tumblr.com/

Https://morbidlyobesepig.tumblr.com/

I do apologise that I called BS, I found a woman just like you said, gaining to a massive size deliberately. The above link.

It has been a couple of months are you ok? Are you even fatter?

I am ok and I think we both know the answer to your second question. I am 442 as of this morning. Happy New Year! Someone below asked if I'd gotten any help and I think they mean like therapy which I have to admit I have thought about. I know I need it. This isn't normal and it isn't healthy and I don't care anymore and that also isn't normal or healthy. So, my new years resolution is either going to be start going to therapy to fix this before I'm too fat to get out of bed or hit 500 pounds. What do you think I should choose? You can also suggest your own if you like. I'm curious what you think. I won't tell you which way I'm leaning, but I am currently on donut #7 of 24 this morning and I spent new years eve alone except for a mountain of Chinese food and an entire black forest cake.

Sounds like you’re taking your wide load to 500. I get the feeling that as embarrassed as you are at eating your way into pigdom, you really like it too don’t you? Is your husband disgusted by you? Or does he secretly love it as well? And how were the other 17 donuts?

Not married and they were just ok, but full of empty calories. So they were perfect really, exactly what I need to keep eating my way into pigdom. Oink!

I am one that has regularly replied to your posts. It is not an easy choice to make really. On one hand, you are very turned on by the fact you are getting fatter & fatter & to be perfectly honest that is also a turn on for me. If I was younger I would love to be with you, love you, spoil you, show you that are a gorgeous, ** big woman & let you get even bigger. On the other hand I see the conflict you are going through & maybe therapy may be an answer. In saying that though from chatting to other women in similar circumstances, a number of them feel it's just the way they are wired. Some loosing some weight, but found themselves feeling it's not them, they needed to be fat & gained the weight back & more. That actually made them happy.
Maybe you need to find a FA, a gentleman, not just a fetishist, but a man that will do as I would, love, respect & cherish you. Care for your every need as you get bigger & bigger.

I have to add, that I am biased as my wife is probably 270lbs heavier than you. I never thought I'd want her that fat, but I do love she has gotten that fat. I don't consider myself a feeder, but definately an enabler, I haven't forced her to gain weight. She loves food, loves to eat, being spoiled & pampered & just eaten herself fatter & fatter. She was concerned, conflicted at times as she gained more weight, but came to a realisation that this is her, eventually embracing she was gaining more weight.

I see a woman who likes being fetishized. I’m only trying to help.

Always pick the extra weight, your body will thank you for it

I read through your posts. I am not going to pick what I think you are going to choose. I am going to say you have already chosen to eat yourself even fatter. I know, I've done it as well. You like it "eating my way into pigdom". You want it, you like the shame that comes with eating yourself fatter & fatter.
"I want to bury myself under so many layers of thick heavy fat that I become completely immobile, a wheezing pile of lard struggling just to breath under my own immense weight, Ok? I admit it. That is what I want".
I feel that way also & tried to fight it, but just got fatter & fatter & god it turned me on, which made me just eat more. I had to gain more weight, add more fat, get bigger & bigger, surround myself in luscious, soft fat. To eat & eat & eat, knowing I was adding more & more weight made me wet, I would ** thinking how fat I getting.
I have found a loving feeder that can't resist my desire to gain more beautiful fat. I had him playing with my 580lbs of fat & feeding me within 20mins of our first face to face meeting. I have him where I want him, fattening me endlessly now weighing 812lbs & immobile, but I'm not fat enough! I need to keep gaining, add more & more fat to this beautiful body, get as fat as I can, be the fattest woman ever!

Have you gotten any help? Or are you still liking the feeling too much?

I read through your posts, as others have said don't beat yourself up over getting fat. My wife was much like that as well, love for food, put on weight & beat herself up over it. It's all because of societies perception of fat, decades of fat phobia drilled into us. I love my wifes weight gain, I haven't fattened her as in forcing her to eat, enabled yes. Pretty much spoiled her & her love of eating. She has just gotten bigger & bigger until she was 462lbs & she then accepted she was a fatty & going to get fatter.
She now weighs 584lbs & loves how fat she is, even to the point she'll run her hands over her fat body, smile & say "So nice & fat". She, like you has admitted she can't & doesn't want to stop stuffing herself & will only get fatter & fatter. I actually think she is now actually fattening herself up.