That's also interesting because I feel that super obesity does make people become androgynous. It's almost like a new gender! Guys grow big sagging tits, gals' breasts turn less defined, lose their cleavage and turn into just more rolls of fat. All resting on a gigantic blob of a belly with no waistline. Guys developing cellulite. Genitals impossible to identify from some postures because they've been swallowed up by blubber.

I can't even find bae's vagina when she's standing up. I lift up her huge hanging gut- there's a huge swelling pubic mound. I try to part her gigantic thunder thighs aside, but it's no use. Her womanhood is in there somewhere, but it's become dominated by her own obesity.

For me it's been like this mutual dance, like two black holes in a spiraling orbit. I liked chubby chicks as a kid but it was a sort of abstract fantasy.

Then I started dating a chubby woman, and we started influencing each other back and forth to extremes.
She was comfortable with her body and loved belly rubs, so I started encouraging her.
So she started getting so fat I wondered if things had gone too far, but she was so happy gaining I accepted how huge she was.
So she got so fat she was ashamed of being super obese and thought she was letting me down.
So I let her know I wanted her to get as fat as possible because it made me possible.
So we've both become so extreme together in stages.

She's gone from "I'm not fat, I'm just curvy!" to "I'm gonna become immobile soon and make you do everything for me, haha!"

And I've gone from thinking feeding was an abstract fantasy, to believing true romance is taking the one you love, fattening so that they can barely move, then taking them on a date so you can make everyone stare at them in awe.

Yeah! As bae keeps gorging herself, she seems like she's growing younger, even if things are getting harder at her size. She found some Polaroids of her from her teenage years and said "I used to look so OLD!"

Feederism used to be a fantasy for me, but I thought having someone become too out of shape to do things on their own would be sad and a burden I couldn't handle.

Then I fell in love with a chubby girl who just kept getting bigger and bigger, and now she's so obese she struggles to get out of bed on her own and hates standing up because of her weight. And I realized I LOVE IT! She's happy, beautiful, and actually healthier than ever. That's right, her health has improved as a result of becoming super obese. It IS possible.

So mobility issues aren't necessarily health problems, just logistical and convenience problems. Her vitals are fantastic (she shares her health reports with me), but she is now about QUADRUPLE the size of a skinny woman for her height. So she's healthy, but she just has a lot of blubber to carry around, about four ladies' worth, so everything is a struggle and takes extra time. She doesn't care and just shrugs it off as just another daily inconvenience that happens when a girl loves eating so much.

And I realized that helping her out with her weight isn't a chore for me, it's lovely, fun and adorable.

My beautiful blob of a lady is almost there, proportionally. She'll never make it to 600 I think, because she's 4'10". 600 pounds on her would be like 900 pounds on me! But by BMI calculations, to reach the mass I'd have at my height and 600 pounds... she's reaching the goal. 400 pounds- as massive at her height as I'd be at mine and 600. I know she can do it!

A new stage of my big bae's obesity-
She discovered mukbang ASMR videos.

After a day of constantly thinking about food, devouring all she can, and literally coming over to take the food off my own plate to satisfy herself...

If she has trouble sleeping, she calms down by literally listening to the sounds of other women eating! WOW what a gal!

I've gone together with my wife into the handicapped toilet to keep her company. Massage her giant gut hanging over the commode as she relieves herself, then help her stand back up.

My huge fat wife told me she's considering wearing bariatric diapers for public events and travel. She can waddle to the toilet and fit through the door, but for porta-johns and airplane toilets for instance, she's getting so big that after she relieves herself there's no room to clean up afterwards. Better to contain the mess and stay tidy until I can get her to a shower or handicap toilet.

The other fun thing is that some classify "stages of obesity" by BMI levels, based on groups of five. 30+ is stage 1, 35+ stage 2, 40+ stage 3. But they stopped there, because they probably didn't think people would get even fatter.

But extrapolating in fives, that would put my beautiful bloated bride at a luscious Stage 9 Obesity. And you at an awesome earthquaking Stage 11 Obesity.

Oh here's a fun fantasy I just came up with- space travel for the super obese.

If you've seen my pics, you know the size of clothing my bae has to wear. They'd literally have to invent a new kind of space suit to fit her. Then build a special double-wide seat to get her on the ship. Then reduce the crew by two people to compensate for her weight.

Once in orbit, she'd have so much fun feeling weightless with her rolls of fat flopping around in zero-g. Though she might be disappointed by the lower quantity and quality of space food.

Reentry would be hard.
Astronauts exercise constantly to keep their muscle tone up. She's doing no such thing. So when she gets back to Earth she's completely immobile. A crew of people have to get her out of her seat and roll her out of the spaceship on a cart, while the news crews take pictures and videos of her mountainous lard rippling. Headline: WORLD'S FIRST MORBIDLY OBESE ASTRONAUT