It's wonderful!
When we sit down to eat, I start to get ready and realize she's already completely finished cleaning the plate! Where did all that food go so quickly? I mean, guess it's obvious where it went judging from her wonderful figure.

But she reached a new milestone of her appetite recently. She gets up from the couch with a cute girly grunt, waddles over, and without asking just starts eating the food off my plate while I'm eating it. I'm not upset, I'm so proud of her for the way she gorges herself.

Yeah! And she's not stopping because she loves eating so much and knows that I want her as fat as possible.

I'm at around 25.

My wife, on the other hand, is a luscious 73 or so.

On my wife it keeps changing in stages as she gains.

First it was her breasts and belly. Then her gut started getting bigger. Then her thighs, which have now started hanging down in the back. She's gained a second rear end of "thigh cheeks" even bigger than her ass. But recently SHE brought it to my attention that her arms are getting huge and flabby, and she loves the way they jiggle.

Everyone wanted to put her on a diet, or make me help her slim down. That's what "normal women" are supposed to want, right? But she kept stubbornly gorging herself, and everyone was so nice they realized she was happy and lovely, and simply NOT going to lose the weight. So they just accepted the fact that she's literally now the most massive person among all our friends, and our entire extended family.

Mine is to make the love of my life too obese to move... and then my family comes to visit.

"Where's your lovely wife?"
"She couldn't make it. Uhhh... you'll see."

When they get settled in, I have to roll her out on a cart. Wearing her gigantic diaper, flab just slapping together and rippling with every movement. Short of breath because she's still stuffing her fat face as I roll her out, grease running down her immense gut.

"Uhhh... BURRRP. Hi! It's [gasp] great to see you!"

For me it's the back fat.

My wife has gigantic doughy rolls of back fat, and every time we embrace I love wrapping myself around her and massaging her swollen "back handles"

I always thought it would be tragic and a turnoff-

And then I fell in love with someone who keeps gaining weight, losing mobility, and completely fine with it. And I discovered that I love it when she needs help and I'm there for her.

She cries out "HONEYYY!" in this adorable pouty voice, and I know that means she has "fat girl problems." She got stuck in the bathtub and I had to pull her out, and we both started laughing.

Yeah, the clothes.

My gal has no qualms about her weight gain and no plan to stop, but she keeps running through clothes and graduating in "stages." From sized up versions of "skinny clothes" to getting too fat for local clothing stores, to having to get special garments that no longer resemble "ordinary women's clothing." See my photos lol.

Not only that, but the way she eats now, she ruins her clothing with stains of grease and sauce that dribble all over her breasts and belly. In fact, the blouse the size of a boat sail I posted has been retired because she got grease all over it stuffing her fat face, and it's now just pajamas. Poor girl always needs new clothing.

It's like having a harem.

Except instead of several women, it's one woman the size of several women.