Extreme obesity

Romy:
An exoskeleton for walking when you weigh over 1000 pounds. A lot of fat people would get out of bed with something like that.

Feederfeedee95:
My ultimate fantasy... being with someone who starts out by spoiling me here and there, nice dinners out, a few sweet treats. Over time they start increasing the portions, stretching my bloated tummy. I'm eager to please and slowly become used to more and more food. As rhe weight inevitably piles on, I ask to go on a diet. You say you'll support me but you've swapped out slimfast with mass gainer. I become so frustrated that I'm not losing weight I end up binging, trying to hide it from you. You walk in on me stuffed, rolls of fat spilling out of gym clothes, and deeply ashamed. You'll tell me it's okay and that I'm clearly meant to bee Daddy's little pig. From that point on you become more dominant and controlling, forcing me to eat way past the point of fullness. When I protest you tell me I did this to myself and its my fault for being so greedy. I'm ruining clothes at an alarming rate and my poor skin can't keep up, stretch marks littered over my body. One day you tell me it's time to diet and you make me do a work our with you, something you find easy, but after just 30 seconds I'm panting, dripping in sweat, and begging you to stop. You eventually stop and stuff me silly for the rest of the day. Because I failed so spectacularly at that, you tell me it's best I don't walk anymore so that I don't tired myself out. I am completely yours, and I love being Daddy's not so little girl. You buy a hoist for me so that you can show off your work by taking me out to dinner, without me spending any calories. You take me to an all you can eat buffet, forcing plate after plate on me until you can see the seams on my dress rip. You buy me diapers so I don't have to waste calories going to the bathroom and tube feed me overnight so I don't starve. You take such good care of me and I'm so lucky to be your little pet. Sometimes you reward me in naughty ways too. Months go by, all I care about these days is eating and cuddles with daddy. These days just lifting my fat arms to feed myself makes me too breathless. I am completely helpless, pinned down by my own fat.

Tightercollars:
for me, being able to eat in a buffet with crab legs. I havent ate in a diner for years to avoid covid and the actual practice of a buffet is a nasty nightmare