Extreme obesity

I have two:

The first one is a dominant feeder fattening me to the point that I can't touch myself anymore and she has to peg me to get me off (of course with lots of teasing and humiliation).

The second is making a partner my obese, lactating milk cow.

It's not so much a fantasy... let's just say it's a favorite of the games my feeder plays with me. She overpowers me because she's very athletic and a head taller than me. I, on the other hand, don't have a muscle to speak of in my flabby, round body. She is 5'10" and weighs 140 lbs, I am 5'6" and weighs 464 lbs. She pushes me across the room and presses me against the kitchen counter. She takes hold of my hands tightly, I try to free her but she is much stronger and, above all, after a minute or so (it feels like 10 minutes) I am completely exhausted, out of breath and have no strength left. But that's just what she wants. When she notices that I'm not resisting anymore, she teases me with something like "Oooh, fatso is giving up already!" Then she stabs me alternately with each index finger in the endless sides of my fat tub. I flinch and try in vain to fend off her playful attacks. She laughs, "Oh, you've gotten too fat to control me, do you know what that means?" She grins broadly with a sly look. I'm breathing heavily, and my arms are so tired and heavy that I let them hang at my sides and nod because I can't get a word out. She nods, looking me in the eyes and says seductively, "Yes, you know and you love it just like I do. I can do whatever I want with you." She stuffs me so full that I'm lying sprawled out on the bed. My belly is so huge that it sticks high in the air, and at the same time, a thick roll rests between and next to my legs, a good 20-30 cm on the sheet. My large moobs and the roll that goes with them push my arms up so high that I'm practically immobile. She stacks and builds pillows next to me. She's so strong that she can turn me relatively easily and position me to work on me with her strap-on. I love this absolute helplessness and the fact that I'm at her mercy because of my obesity.

My ultimate fantasy would be becoming the fattest man alive. I just love the idea of being immobilized by a sea of my own fat.

Of course part of that would be seeing myself grow fatter bursting out of the seams on my clothes, popping buttons, breaking furniture, seeing my belly overflowing with lard until it touches the floor.

Heck I've even fantasized about just having a feeder just hook me up to a machine that pumps full of a fattening calorific slurry through a hose in my mouth once I get fat enough. Having a feeder encourage me to get fatter is a big part of it too.

As someone whose weight have hovered around 180lbs and never crested 210, it remains a very arousing fantasy.

1000lbs

to be kidnapped and fattened to death, made as fat as possible as quickly as possible.

One of fantasy is to be a professional ssbhm. So that you get invited to events and inparticular bbw/bhm events as a guest speaker and eatter. You outsize most people by 400 lbs and get to eat 20000 calories in a meal. So fat that it shocks people at 600 lbs in to gasping how do you get so fat.

That would be so incredible. Over 1000lbs and eating more in one meal than most of the superchubs eats in a day and a normal size person eats in a week and you are still gaining xxx

I had a image of setting up at the table to eat, and asking people sit next to me to move a bit to allow for stomach expansion room.

Surrounded by so many of your peers your appetite goes into overdrive and you eat even more than you ever thought possible. Despite your neigbouring superchubs being both sat over 1ft away on either side you still end up pressed up against their bodies with your growing bulk. Your belly expanding so far in front of you you can no longer reach the table and must reply on the staff to keep feeding you, which they are all more than happy to do....

to be kidnapped and fattened up as much as possible until my piggy heart gives out. my worth is dictated by how much I gain. my only purpose to eat and pleasure my feeders. even if I begged for them to stop, they'd never stop fattening me. even if I had a heart attack, they'd pile more fat into me. clog my arteries with more lard. have a feeding tube connected to a vat of melted butter, lard, ice cream, cream, mass gainer, supplements that I am forced to gulp down 24/7 when they aren't hand feeding me. i know parts of it are unrealisty, but god damn do I want that life.