She's gotten so fat she needs help getting out of bed. And she doesn't even ask anymore. All she needs to do is flash me a sweet smile, and I know she needs "fat girl help." I used to be able to just pull her up, but recently she's gotten so huge I need to brace myself on the furniture just to help her stand up!

For my big gal, she's so huge every thing she wears makes her look fat in a different way.

If she wears her tight, "skinny people clothes" but upsized, they cling to her every roll of fat and make her look like she's about to explode. Her pants now show off her "moose knuckle" - like a cameltoe except it's her inner rolls of thigh fat.

Otherwise she can use her gigantic special 8XL blouses, literally the size of kids' camping tents. Any way, there's literally no "slimming" clothing at her size. Not that she cares at all!

Recently discovered Acid Bath.

Real nasty and sadistic, but also groovy in its own way.

My obese bae's developed 360 degree breasts!

Each one literally watermelon sized, continues into a cute swell of armpit fat, wraps right around into a hanging roll of back fat, then right back around the other armpit and into the other breast.

My wife say she has a body like a mattress, or calls herself a giant marshmallow. I like calling her a giant mountain of pudding!

It was mutual. She was chubby, literally big-boned with broad shoulders...

And also very confident in her body, and loved it when I grabbed a handful of her belly fat when we were in bed. So I told her I wanted to make her as fat as possible. She was weirded out at first because guys aren't "supposed" to feel that way about women.

But she loves eating too much to stop. She realized she had my support. Nowadays literally, because it's hard for her to get out of bed on her own and needs a helping hand. I thought maybe we had gone too far and I should subtlely encourage her to slim down, until I realized she's beautiful, happy, and healthy (I've seen her medical records) being super obese.

And instead of being tragic and a burden like tabloid stories, I realized it's cute and fun helping her out with her weight issues, and we laugh together about. Or plan practical solutions for the future while we "pillow talk" in bed. Because she knows she's not getting any smaller.

So she's gone from "I'm not fat, I'm just curvy!" to "I'm gonna become to fat to get out of bed, and then you'll have to do everything for me, haha!" Now so huge she has to order TITANIC tent sized blouses from online specialty stores, and a flight attendant had to buckle her in the last time we flew, squeezing her belly rolls apart to get the seatbelt to fit!

My gal works an office job and is the most massive person in the company. They're constantly bringing her sweets and snacks.

At her last job, she got so fat the company had to introduce a new "alternate uniform" work apron to keep her fat from flopping out! The uniform company simply didn't make any bigger sizes. She appreciated that a lot.

But she's also into leather crafting, which only requires you to be "small" enough to get out of bed and use your arms, size wise. So she plops her watermelon sized breasts and upper belly roll right on the table, lets the rest of her gut hang over the bench, and gets to work.

That's the way my wife described herself, as she played with her belly after eating.

We can't have kids, so I'll just take care of her instead as she gets more obese. But based on her stats, she's not merely pregnant with food. Given her weight compared to a skinny "healthy weight" for her height, and the average weight of a newborn baby... she's pregnant with about 35 babies worth of lard! So proud of her!

I'm definitely the dom type.

I do a lot for my big gal, but she's more of a "bratty sub." I do what she tells me because I love to spoil her, and I want to fatten her up.

The saying about mullets is "Business in front, party in back."

For Her it's "Sloppy in front, tidy in back!"
Spilling food all over her breasts and belly, but keeping her ass so clean I can't detect a single smell.