Like they say pregnant women are "eating for two"? She's already "eating for three"- double portions for herself, and then one because she's getting fat for me. With a baby she'd be "eating for four."

My gaining love is 4'10" and hateshatesHATES feeling short and small. Well, she can't just grow up, but she can sure grow OUT to compensate. As a result, she's the shortest person among our friends and family. But she's become also literally the most massive person among our friends and family. The most massive woman wherever she goes. She's sorter than all her friends standing up...but TALLER than all of them sitting down on account of her huge fat ass.

I've seen a handful of ladies bigger than her in the span of a decade, but they're so rare she's never been in a room with a woman who outclassed her. In fact, I found some stats which suggested she's above the 99th percentile for women in Japan. I'm in love with literally one of the most obese gals in the nation!

And it's made her feel so much happier and confident with her body! She's no longer "the short one" she's "the huge one."

Oh yeah, my wife just burns through clothing and has to keep changing wardrobes as she swells up with fat. And it's happened in stages right before my eyes.

1. Plus sized jeans and T-shirts

2. Too big for normal clothing stores, having to shop at specialty plus-sized stores

3. Too big for all the shops in town, having to order online. Too fat for pants, time for stretchy elastic skirts.

4. Too big for plus-sized scaled up versions of "skinny people clothes." Has to order giant shapeless garments the size of tents to cover her massive body comfortably. Some of it doesn't have a size on it anymore, probably because it's specially designed and they don't want to embarrass the poor girl obese enough to need it. Some of it does have a size and reads 8XL. As in, my gigantic bloated bae is now extra-extra-extra-extra-extra-extra-extra-extra-large!

5. Now going through her wardrobe because she's such a hungry blob she stains her clothing with grease and sauce from the way she stuffs her fat face. Going naked more often because all that blubber keeps her warm and it's harder to dress herself.

My huge fat love is at a top level 4 or 5 thigh status. Her thighs are so fat she has two rear ends- her ass cheeks, and then a set of thigh cheeks that are even thicker. So fat that when she lies down, her thighs squish and spread out on the bed! Her thighs are starting to develop segments and rolls, and now she has knee fat so thick I can grab a handful!

Indeed, I could never get fat together with her because I know my body would just give up and I wouldn't live long enough to enjoy it. Whereas she has a body optimized for just storing as much blubber as possible it seems. I hope there's such a thing as "fat karma" so in my next reincarnation I get to be stuffed into a helpless gigantic blob.

All of our pillow talk revolves around just how obese she's become. She said she's beyond the point of being mistaken for pregnant. She's so fat NOBODY could ever mistake her for pregnant, because just looking at all the rolls and folds of flab on her massive body, everyone can tell, as she put it herself, she's "Not pregnant with babies, pregnant with food." In her case, it's quadruplets at least lol

It would be the other way around, I said. If she got pregnant, nobody would be able to tell because her gut is so huge, how would anyone be able to notice a "baby bump"? She laughed and agreed!

I'm way younger than my wife, she's in her 40s and super youthful, even if life is a little inconvenient at her size lol

My wife's very realistic with her weight gain- she knows she can't stop eating and doesn't want to. But she likes to plan ahead, so she said she's interested in using super-sized diapers. Because she can fit her giant body into the toilet, but there's not enough room for her to reach around and clean up. Better to be tidy and contain the mess until I can get her to a bigger handicapped toilet and help her clean off.

I never ever EVER thought I would do something like this. Zero appeal to me, gross I thought.

But she's become so massive she's like a couch. She's grown two rear ends, a set of "thigh cheeks" that are even bigger than her ass. Softer and more velvety than our pillows. Slick with sweat, but no BO. Despite being such a slob when she eats, she's very dainty and clean afterwards in all ways.

So I just plunged my face in one night and started licking. She started giggling...then gasping...then moaning and whimpering. Now she's gotten so used to it I can dive into her giant fat ass while she's sleeping and she won't even stir or wake up. Just my gigantic human pillow to explore.

Yeah, despite being a head shorter than me and 150 pounds heavier, she's the healthy one. She's the one with the good genes. Or rather, she's the one with nightmare genes for any lady who wanted to be skinny. Except she decided to embrace her constant weight gain.