Extreme obesity

Yeah this is why I was ment to meet my husband later in life and have such a high metabolism. Or I would being house bound, no joke. I was planning to with my x years ago. I've always had a feeling I'd not live to a really old age. This kinda life has been my dream sense I was little. Constantly eating every day all the time. It Just felt natural. I loved it when I used to get to do it every day and missed it so much. My husband would say you'd just love being hooked to a feeding tube and would never want it out would you. That is a facts. He's trying to get me back to snacking as much as he can. I didn't ever want to Limit my size most my life the fatter the better. The only time I felt at home in my body was with me gaining or pading to the point siting up was and effort and at that point. I enjoyed the ehh its to much effort to try to sit up and walk oh you could just roll me to the sofa. I'm so gald to not have to walk any more or it being a huge effort. I feel natural and good to be so big I'm out of breath and the want for more till I was a pudle is peak female profection. I can’t help it and have tried to surpress it over the years. But bed life and even the struggles sounded good to me. Especially getting to fat for most everything. Even to the point my whole ligt is a feeding tub going in and oxygent To the point Im to big to do any thing but grow bigger snd eve lift my own arms.

Wow! Thats a great update and reply. Thank you for the thoughts! I need to catch my breath now haha

Thank you, lol. I meet my husband on feabie years ago. I got him to admit to me he wanted me house bound sense we started talking and that he wants us to try for immobile atleast some day. Or atleast till I give up walking and maybe use a scooter someday.Thatd likely be at not that big of weight because Ive always wanted to be to fat to lift myself and once that happens walking will just go other then to the bathroom. We both are working on trying to get promotions at work and keep something thats work from home. That way I can atlease work till I cant lift my arms and fill the bed. We would need to put on an addion to the house to fit me any way. Double doors cause I'd love to atleast be rolled to the sofa at times. Which is another reason for mirrors cause if my neck keeps getting thicker. I love thinking one day I wont be able to see much past my fat mond of a body in my direct vision other then the tv, him, my animals and books. Still that way I can examin what fits in the mirror atleast. Plus double doors to the yard so I can still float in The pool and the door so the dont have to rip the wall down to get me out of the house one day if need. Lol or he can roll me out to get some sun.. It will be a while so we will see but I hope for it onday. We've been padding me more to see size wise how I handle it. I sleep in it last night when ever I want and I'll tell you what I never felt more natural in my life. Filling the sofa and or bed unablde to move my self felt ment to be. But no mater my growth if I get over 350 reno has to happen the stairs will be a no and we need another densent size bathroom that wont feel so anoying to us. Plus, I want a deeper wider tub so I can fit it Atleast for a while. 250 is pur next main goal then 300 till we sort stuff then I agrref to pile it on.

A note from my padding adventure from my gainer post.
I padded and filled the sofa and man that was a dream come true too. It fel so natural and wonderful I sleep that way. Unable to even move my self and even the weight of the padding on me felt so real. Like I was ment to be this size.
We even had a little fatasy fantasy play. I woke up enjoying my blobish nature unable to reach much anything. I accepted my mass and size I told myself bloating a bit and feeling everything move it pulled my legs and arrms in a bit. So it was just my hands uncovered that was gold it self. I ended up passing out waking up and so I relaxed into it again I felt things move my hands where covered and I felt the pillow roll. move closer to my face. I took a breath acepting my fait and instead my head sunk in like a blue berry pillow rolls all round my head. Like that fan art ypu see online of the girls so fat their rolls and their heads sunk in. I loved my fat filling my sight. Expanding again to where I just had a slit of fat to peak throught man that was bliss. My husband and I woke up abit later he got to enjoy my mattress body. He kisses me between the rolls and was like hun I know you want to feel it to completely cosume you my blueberry. He wanted me to beg for it. He helped the roll move over my face consuming me fully and fuck. Lol I came up for air but fuck.

That was a great time in my life when my fiancee got to the point of being 847 pounds when I met her she was about 420 pounds and in the 7 years we were together to watch her grow into the huge beautiful queen that she was there was no better time in my life than that moment I spent with her it was truly amazing to see her get huge especially when most of her weight gladly went to her tummy I miss her so much she died complications of weight loss surgery I remember she didn't want to get it but wanting to fulfill the wishes of her dying mother she did it and I lost her

in college i dated a woman that would eventually end up on my 600lb life. She was in a time of extreme depression. She had been through a great deal in life. molestation losing her new born baby. It had got to the point she had given up on life. During my experiences with people who reach extreme obesity there seems to be a recuring theme of trauma and abuse (some not all). Well we eventually stopped speaking as often. She had gotten out of her rut and was doing all she could to get her life back on track. She eventually ended up on my 600lb life. She asked me to be her BF on the show. I couldn`t. She died during the filming.

I just want to let go. I want to let go of all my responsibilities and forget the world exists, put me in a bedroom and feed me. Make me the dandy in an Opium den. Gift me the peace and mountains of macaroni cheese, gift me this escape and food fuelled haze. No longer having to try and contain a hunger to be part of the world, to let it free and abandon the world. This is the trade.

Feed me until I cannot move and I will thank you for it. I will be grateful. An angel of mercy. I know it ends in death, I know the path of escape builds a debt. But until then, thank you.

Death feederism is something I've seen in people who seek more in fantasy. The reality is that reaching that point is no longer satisfying. I like the idea of being so fat that I can't fit in a bed and being cleaned and fed every day, but only as a fantasy.