For me, the drive was stuffing myself so much that my belly got bigger and bigger during to course of an evening until it was tight as a drum and I could barely move or breathe. I was motivated by having my belly measures before and after, or weighing myself to see I was 15 pounds heavier from food weight after gorging myself all day.

At my very biggest, I was an immobile 900 pounds. More than anything, I missed regular showers. Between my husband and my caretaker, I was always as clean as one could expect, but ohhh, what I would have given to feel warm water running over my hair and body.

I'm just under 700 pounds now, and I still miss driving. In the past two months, it's become possible again to sit in the backseat of our van, but getting in remains a struggle. I'm short and very belly-heavy, so driving is still a long way from being a safe option.

I gained steadily until college, and then fluctuated between 325 to 375 lb. As a young professional, I let a doctor talk me into significant weight loss and got down to 190 lb. I wasn't happy, barely recognized myself, and was stuck on a very restrictive diet just to maintain.

I decided to regain, with the goal of getting back to 370. I had always had a big appetite and had been belly-stuffing since childhood, when I did it in secret. This gain was different though. I got into extreme stuffing and shockingly rapid growth. As I pushed myself to eat more and more calories, my appetite grew. Every time I reached a new level of being stuffed, I found I was eating more even when not trying. The next stuffing would be bigger, and bigger, and bigger.

I ended up shooting past 400 lb and decided to slow down, but that only lasted about a month. As I grew larger, I resolved that 500 would be my absolute cap. I blew past that too.

Ultimately, I ended up reaching 660 lb, and I had a medical emergency. I lost down to 525 or 530, but the weight slowly started creeping back up, Before I knew it, I was into more extreme stuffings than ever. At my highest weight, I was immobile and bigger than 900 lb, although much of it was inflammation and water retention.

I'm currently around 715, and regaining weight is sadly not on the table. I hate weight loss, and I'm truly only doing it out of medical necessity. And I know that if I let myself stuff just one time, I wouldn't stop until I hit 1,000 lb, and would likely end up in the hospital or worse. My regains have never been back to my previous level. Every time I regain, I always ended up bigger than ever. It's my life story.

When I was actively gaining and stuffing, I never found myself unable to finish what I set out to eat, but I did underestimate the effects my feasting would have on my body. Some of my largest feasts immobilized me for two to three days at a time, until ultimately, I became permanently immobile toward the end. I would sit there, massively bloated, thinking I'd be able to stand after a few hours of sleep. That time never came. I ultimately arrived at the hospital weighing about 920 lb., completely unable to turn or lift myself.i guess you could say my eyes and my stomach were both enormous.

I also noticed, when I became so stuffed my whole midsection was tight, my belly would grow warm to the touch. Toward the end of my gain, when I pushed to extremes for weeks at a time, I spent most of my days covered by bed sheets. We were keeping our A/C on 64 because I was so hot, and I would periodically have to expose my belly to the air to cool off.

Me too! The year took a scary turn for a minute.

That's nothing to sneeze at!! Well done.

Easy! My husband and me. I'm currently around 720 lb, although I was heavier than 900 at my highest weight. My husband is an athletic 180 lb.

I know what you're saying is medically sound, and you're absolutely right about there being more to life than feederism. It's the reason I won't let myself relapse. I'm coming up on my second anniversary, I have a lot of family, and I have friends i no longer get to see often unless they come over. I'm very very fortunate to have a good full-time job, and I work remotely, although we do occasionally have conferences that require travel. I couldn't participate last year in our organization's leadership conference because there was no way I would be able to make it to Chicago, despite accommodations. It's a true inner struggle, and it took five tries to find a therapist I could even begin to feel comfortable talking to about it.

I completely relate to that. Feeling chubby instead of obese, just like I feel regular fat instead of absolutely massive, which I know I am.