Extreme obesity

In my case, I must separate two stages.
The first: I weighed between 450 and 500 pounds, and that's when it all started.
I had gained weight naturally, and the idea of ​​being even bigger was tempting, but I can't say I just wanted to gain weight no matter what.
I didn't want to remain immobile, and some health issues frightened me. I just wanted to gain a little more weight, to the point where things became difficult.
It was a fun and humorous stage, where I truly enjoyed being obese. I even went from wearing baggy clothes to hide my fat to wearing tight-fitting clothes without any shame. It was also then that I needed to use two chairs to accommodate my butt, and the whole experience was very pleasant.
The second stage: At this point, I was already trying to justify my immobility and debating what to do.
I never stopped eating and gaining weight. I was using a bariatric wheelchair and a walker.
My life was reduced to the immediate vicinity of my home, and I was lucky enough to walk a couple of steps before collapsing gasping for air.
If I'm being truly honest, I decided to enjoy food with the excuse of gaining weight beyond immobility.
I had a massive food addiction that I never wanted to leave behind, and I'm talking about eating enough for five adults at every meal.
I chose to keep playing the game. My husband would fatten me up and take care of me while I dedicated myself to eating and gaining weight.
At 900 pounds, I was already a useless mass of flesh resting in a bed. I couldn't sit up or turn over, and I had severe fluid retention that made it impossible to control my blood pressure. Then I suffered a spike in blood pressure, which I recovered from without consequences.
Immediately, the game was over, and my husband restricted my calorie intake. I was crying out loud, begging for them to please feed me.

For me I used to pad up
When I was younger and always when huge and to the point I wouldn’t be able to move if it was real fat. Learned I liked feedism red stories got progressively more and more into every part of it. Then realized I loved even the extreme sides and that I wanted to be a feedee on that extreme side. Of course read plenty of stories and looked at tons, no pun intended, of art and such online. Got into tumblr and more spaces that had it all. Then mostly chatted with people over the years that liked similar or even some more extreme. Definitely have a few I liked the best and a small few I still chat with, and even one or two I’ve said I could trust to live out our full dreams together if we ever could figure it out.

My 2 cents on it. I've always worked it out with padding
Just some thing I've always thought about. Even more so when I ovulate. Ill even have dreams. Ive loved the thought of struggling to walk. Then getting stuck in doorway. Then giving up getting stuck in bed filling the bed and my belly being to wide to fit out of the room. If I could get out my. Belly growing out on the floor from the sofa. Becoming so fat I'm a blob. Ive alway hung out in bed as much as I can and it feels good. When I pad is how me and my husband enjoy it. it feels extremely natural like it is my body. Espeialy when my belly in bed spreads my legs and falls down to my knees. Making my legs unusable. Enjoying the need to be rolled every couple hours and tended too. My husband will tease me kindly about how I will grow bigger and roll me on my side. I will often fall a sleep like that. My husband will even help me around the house it feels so hot and like its part of my body. Even the resting cause I'm out of breath I love
He will tease me with loves to walk a few more feet. Its odd that with pading and my small size normally it feels so natural and like I was ment to be this size. The struggling to even move even. I love seeing the belly mound as my view this round hill the peak of my mountain of a belly and it growing even closer to my face.