That's tough to answer, because frankly, my stomach was so stretched, what I would have considered a filling meal would have been considered a stuffing to most people (2 large pizzas and bread sticks). As far as the times I pushed myself to what I would consider an extreme during peak gaining mode, two to three times a week feels right.

I can tell you it absolutely is possible to hit a stage where you need 15,000 or 20,000 calories a day to even feel full. I can also say it comes with consequences you have to be ready for. That's not what you asked though, so I'll share my experience.

I've been fat my whole life and have only ever tried to lose weight once. I dropped from 370ish to about 190, and it was neither easy nor fun. I think I probably do have a slow metabolism as well, because my body didn't seem to want to maintain 190, even though at the time, I was physically active and pretty strict with my diet. When I acknowledged I was unhappy, I first started eating whatever I wanted. Having been accustomed previously to being a big eater, I fell back in the groove pretty quickly, and I didn't really find it hard to hit 4,000 or 5,000 calories a day. I'm also a stuffer, and initially, the average stuffing would be 10,000 calories in a sitting to begin with, and then kept increasing. I found, the bigger my stuffings, the more my regular daily appetite and capacity grew. During peak gaining periods, I've put on 10-12 pounds a week. That required monster stuffings, in addition to all day grazing. I'll also add, eating like that is very expensive. My fiance and I have good incomes, but we're not rich, and we've had weeks where I cut out other personal expenses because the grocery bill was between $800 and $1,200. We agreed on the expense though. I guess we considered it an investment in our lives just like anything else, because we were both enjoying what we were doing.

In any case, if I had any pointers, it would be increasingly large stuffings and staying constantly full, topping off anytime the fullness alleviates. If stuffings aren't your thing, eating something every hour, like a 500 calorie snack is effective too.

I'm not sure if this is the sexiest, but I did outgrow the custom wedding dress I'm supposed to wear in a few months. I could barely squeeze my arms into it when I pulled it over my head, and it was slicing into my underarms, when I tried it on again 2 weeks ago. My friend and I didn't try too hard to pull it down, because it became quickly apparent it wasn't going to make it over my bust and belly. I finally had to admit to myself I needed to find an alternative before I'm in a real bind.

After exploring a few options that didn't pan out, I found someone (a seamstress/designer) about an hour from me who agreed to help out. I explained my situation and also was clear that I'm a very heavy woman. I also shared pictures of several styles I like. She was extremely courteous and didn't seem phased a bit, so we set an appointment for me to come to her home.

I'm not sure why I was surprised she is very young (early 20s) but she was courteous and kind. Her little studio was lovely too, and I got to see some of her model styles as well as some things she is working on. We looked through the styles I shared with her, she had fabric samples ready, and she took my measurements. I brought my own tape, because I had a feeling hers might not be large enough even if she is a professional, but she actually had one. With the weight I gained before I had to stop, my bust is 68.5", and the biggest part of my belly is 112" standing. As she measured my girth, she first asked me to hold the measuring tape in front of me while she walked around me, but she quickly realized I can't reach the front of my belly, so she adeptly moved the end around to my side. I appreciated how discreet she was, but obviously, I wonder what she was thinking! I did share with her a challenge I have Is that my sitting girth is much bigger than standing, depending on how my belly rests, so she took that measurement too.

I think she works pretty quickly, because she said she'd have a design for me in 2 weeks, and hopefully a first cut in 6 to 8 weeks. At that point, I'll come back for a fitting.

My Maid of Honor was with me, and we had an interesting discussion on the way home about how I seldom ever get a rude body comment from gen z. I'm a young millennial myself, and my parents are boomers. I think about how freely my mother, her friends and my aunts would comment on my big tummy even when I was a young child. I don't know if younger people are less fatphobic, but I do think we are moving away, in large part, from openly fat shaming. Just a side observation!

On a humorous note, the designer initially offered me a seat on a beautiful, ornate chaise lounge. It looked like an antique possibly, and I wasn't positive it could take my weight. I said, "That's a beautiful piece of furniture. At my size though, I'm careful where I sit." She offered me a very sturdy wooden chair instead. 🤣

Some people have an objection to the word "obese" or the descriptor "morbidly obese", but I've always loved them. To me, it's the differentiation between being a big girl and being comparatively larger than the vast majority of people. I'm currently about 571, and I'm short, so I value the morbidly obese designation. A lot of calories went into this body to earn it!

I never did an eating contest, but I would have loved to. Sadly it's not in the cards now due to some health issues. However, when I hear about a challenge, I typically find myself thinking, "That's not really all that much." When visiting another city, I saw a challenge that offered free burgers for a year to anyone who could finish an 8 pound burger in one sitting. I was surprised that only one person ever had. I've had many, many meals that pushed my weight up more than 8 pounds.

I did an internship in my career field when I was 22, and one of the Sr. Directors turned 40 during the summer I was there. She was average height and slender, and I remember she always brought salads and she would put on walking shoes with her business clothes and go walking at lunch.

On social media, she usually posts heavily edited headshots from a downward looking angle. Most of her candids are pictures of her children, which i presume she takes because she's not in them. However, last week, she was tagged in photos from a conference where she was a speaker. The pictures revealed a very full figure, a big ample belly, a tight blouse hugging a belly roll, and a round face and generous double chin. She was the fattest person in all the group photos, at least 300 pounds. Such a change from the svelte woman I interned for. She'd be 48 now, and it's amazing what a decade can do to a body!

Making my belly so big, when I'm sitting, it dominates the space, bulges past my knees, and exceeds the length of a 120 inch measuring tape. I think I've finally exceeded the size anyone expects to see in real life, and I love that distinction and manifestation of utter gluttony. It's like winning a trophy for an eating contest ... and everyone can see it

I'm a feedee/stuffer, and my fiance is a feeder, but I've had to take some steps back for medical reasons. For us, feeding is hot and sexy and fun, the same way any kink is, but I wouldn't say it's the cornerstone of our relationship. We are very connected and very close. He understands me in ways no one else ever has, and I trust him implicitly. We like like movies, film, theater, and music. Building a happy, comfortable home that is a safe place for us both is also a huge priority. We love stand-up and like going to shows. We also align in where we see ourselves long-term.

As far as our interest in feeding, he was conscientious about my health before I was. We had long conversations early on about what happens if this part of our life totally goes away. We likened it to people who share hiking as a hobby, but one person acquired a disability. And we both agreed that losing some part of our feedism lifestyle would never be a deal breaker for us.

Thank you so much!! I'm feeling much better and working on healthier habits. I also have medication for blood pressure and diabetes, along with a C-Pap. I'm hoping, if it's possible, to keep most of my weight and stay above 525, while improving my health. I've only lost a few pounds (I'm around 585-590), and my cardiologist isn't thrilled. I was honest with him that I'm not strictly following the 1,200 calories a day diet the dietician prescribed. I'm closer to 3,000 calories a day, with lots of vegetables, lean protein, and near elimination of sugar and salt. He does acknowledge that as progress, and I think he realizes more dramatic restriction would lead to me stuffing 30,000 calories in my face.

On a humorous note, my dietician did ask what my personal body goals are. I transparently told her I want to improve my heart health, regain a little mobility, and bring my blood pressure down. Then I added, "I'm happy with my body and physical appearance; I just don't want another medical crisis." While she tried to mask it, she looked directly at my belly, and said, "Oh, oh, okay... So your concerns are more related to, ah, health. Okay, got it." And she typed furiously onto her laptop. I do wonder what she wrote ..

When your belly is so big, you can't touch your belly button when sitting down.