Stuffing

Who else stuffs their belly until they literally can't take no more and feel like they are going to puke because it's literally my favorite feeling especially after a huge meal just trying to move around becomes a challenge, you feel out of breathe and your stomach is hard on top and soft on the bottom each meal your able to eat more and more because you've practiced for so long stretching your belly or is that just me LOL

every time ive been that stuffed I lost it all so it felt like a giant waste of money and energy

But it’s very desirable

This is my favorite kind of stuffing. Even as fat as I am, there have been times I've eaten until I can barely sink a finger into the top of my belly and the fat around my belly button stretches tight. Ahhh, I'm taking a bit of a gaining break at the moment, and I miss being that full!

Include me in, being that stuffed feels amazing.

... and how many pounds or kilos of difference before/after do you reach?

I like that kind of stuffings (food and water), too - the feeling of the rock hard belly is absolutely fantastic

I understand and know all too well in all the points you mentioned.
Out of my greed, I'm at this point almost every day because I love the enormous tension in the skin on my belly and the overstretched hard stomach so much.
Right now I'm absolutely overstuffed again and have significant problems breathing. In this way, I have gradually been able to increase my capacity enormously and have now pretty much become a bottomless pit.
When the pressure eases later, I'll definitely ask my feeder husband for a few more treats before I can fall asleep. Thank God I'm already in bed because apart from my head and my arms I can't move right now.🥵🥵😅

I really want to push my limits. I have never reached my limit. But I would love to force myself past them.

I definitely do that. I love to stuff myself to full capacity. I aim for this type of full at least once a week, normally on the weekend.

That's my lady.
More and more as she gains weight, she eats so much she gets exhausted and panting for breath. Literally, stuffing herself is her heavy exercise for the day. Usually she loves when I grab handfuls of her belly fat and make her quake, but recently she gets so full she wants to be left alone to "rest and digest."

The people who caution about aggressive stuffing and hard-core gaining are absolutely right. (Note, I said "caution about", not "caution against".) In an effort to gain back some lost weight and ultimately get to 450-500, I started super-stuffings constantly. I was gaining 10 pounds a week, easily, and never leaving any room in my stomach I didn't immediately fill. I loved the journey and the filled past the limit sensation, but about a month ago, I started to have weird neurological symptoms, like tingling, and skin numbness, as well as severe back and upper belly pain. I'm not abandoning my goal, by any means, but I decided to back off on the extreme stuffings for a while and let my body heal. But guess what? I find eating normal meals almost impossible. Yesterday, my partner and I went to a pub. He ordered a Philly cheesesteak and side salad. I ordered a double mushroom Swiss burger and tater tots, 1200 calories according to the menu. Based on nutritional standards, I had a very large meal, but my body didn't think so. I downed everything, but I didn't even feel like I had eaten at all. He gave me a fourth of his cheesesteak, but I still felt not just unsatisfied, but empty. I ended up getting queso with soft tortillas, adding another 1,800 calories. The fact is, I absolutely wanted more, but I stopped myself, because with beer, I had already exceeded 4,000 calories in a sitting. Had I been intentionally stuffing, I honestly could have easily had a fast food meal on the way home, but I refrained. The reality is, I think I also was averaging way more calories than I calculated when I was constantly stuffing. I usually documented around 15,000, but that number was likely well over 20,000. And last week, I put on 5 pounds while thinking I was eating conservatively. The appetite is a bizarre thing.