Having been fat my whole life, and also having no desire to hide my gluttony, I was never shy about eating in front of people. I'm too big to go to restaurants now, but when I did do social things, I would always eat fast food on the way, eat as much as I wanted to while out, accept any leftovers that were offered to me, and then get more fast food on the way home. Once, I was with a group of friends that ordered every appetizer on the menu but they only picked at it. I finished every last bite!

I was the fattest kid in school my whole life. My parents are both on the thin side of average, and many people in my family are quite fit. My grandmother was chubby, but I don't recall her eating to excess or indulging in many sweets. I also don't have a childhood affiliation with her cooking, so there's not some deeply rooted comfort memory that influenced me.

Nevertheless, I remember loving having a fat tummy and fantasizing about being fatter. Once I was able to read, I would scour the Guinness book of world records to learn more about the people who had the fastest weight gain or the biggest waistline. And I don't really know for sure what started it.

When I look back at toddler pictures, I had a bigger belly than most two through 4-year-olds. By the time I was in first grade, I was on the fat side of chubby. When I was going into fourth grade, I discovered belly stuffing over the summer. By hiding and hoarding any food I could find, I started experimenting, and I gained so much weight, I couldn't fit in regular desks by fall. My parents tried to put me on numerous diets and even padlocked the kitchen cabinets. It didn't make a difference. I still found ways to overeat, get snacks, and eat other kids' leftovers at school. I was over 200 lb before I started Middle School and 300 pounds in High School, sometimes getting up to 375. I don't think anyone would be surprised I'm currently around 695, or that at my heaviest, I was over 900.

For me, the drive was stuffing myself so much that my belly got bigger and bigger during the 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 measured 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.