When my feeder and I decide to get serious, I want to go all in, stuffing my face at every physical opportunity. Once I reach 700 pounds, we'll arrange to get a bariatric bed and lift so I can go full immobile. From there, my life will just consist of napping between increasingly larger meals. At some point, I'll need to go on oxygen. A few months later, we will hired in-home care nurses to attend to my constantly declining health. I'll be so out of shape that the simple act of adjusting my fold will will have a 50/50 chance of making me faint. By then, I'll have to be on a fluid-only diet administered by my feeder. Assuming I live long enough, I hope I'll be able to reach 1,400 pounds. I know that once I cross the 1,000lb threshold, I'll be gunning for world record weights.
3 years