The lifestyle change that impressed me the most about loving a fat person is the nudity.

She's stopped wearing clothes at home when she doesn't have to. She used to have dangerously low body temperature and need to wear girdles to keep her belly warm so she didn't get intensely sick. But she's put on so much blubber now it literally keeps her warm all the time, and it's more comfortable for her to let everything hang out. She has to spread her legs wide open just to give her gut room to hang down. Besides, it's now a lot more hard work getting dressed for her, so she doesn't when she doesn't need to go out and meet people anymore.

Good point.

She's already reached the point where she has to order special clothing online. The kind that's not just "skinny people clothes sized up", but shaped differently with so much extra fabric.

She really wants to go on an ocean cruise sometime, which would be perfect for someone her size. I teased her by saying she may be too big for a bus seat...but an ocean liner SHOULD be able to handle her.

As a feeder, reality actually blew away my goals.

When we started dating, I fantasized about fattening her up, but thought it would be unrealistic. But she just started packing on pounds more and more. There was a point where I thought things had gone too far. Is she getting TOO fat? Should I subtly influence her to go on a diet?

But I saw she was healthy, happy, lovely- and rather than being tragic and unfortunate, her becoming immobile and helpless with her own weight was adorable and I love helping her out.

Reality actually became more extreme than my fantasy. When I started dating this chubby girl I had no idea I would be earnestly discussing making her as fat as humanly possible, and that she'd be nodding along with me.

She was teasing me about her own weight one night!

"Honey, I'm gonna get too fat to walk and then you'll have to do everything for me!"

My retort-

"You have to be able to get out of the house, I want to take you on dates and make everyone stare at how huge you are."

When we started dating, my girlfriend already couldn't see her feet at around 250 pounds.

Now she's 100 pounds bigger and reached a special milestone. Forget her seeing her own feet- when she's lying down I can't see her face!

Just a gigantic mound of belly and breasts. So proud of her for getting so big.

Damn that's a real shame.

I have Type 1 myself and just survived a real nasty attack of ketoacidosis. Ironically my big fat girl is the healthy one, and her health actually keeps improving as she gets fatter- even if it's making mobility inconvenient for her.

Not that she cares.

Traveling has been rather shut down due to the virus...but eventually it will open up again. Hope springs eternal.

My lovely lady loves traveling...and gorging herself, and she's only been getting bigger and more helpless in the meantime. She's a realist, so we've been strategizing about all the practical considerations we'll have to make if we fly again.

We both agreed she can never travel alone again, because she's too fat for just one seat. She can get away with one when she's with me, because she can crush up against me and flop all her fat on top of me, but she agreed it would be unfair to make a stranger deal with that.

She's going to need a seatbelt extender. The last time we flew, she couldn't reach her arms around her own belly and a flight attendant had to grab her rolls and help buckle her in.

Any tips for traveling super-fat...or any fun stories?

It's the person I'm in love with!

She's made me more of an extreme feeder.
I thought making someone as fat as possible was just a fantasy, but unrealistic and possibly a tragic turn-off.

Then I watched her get so huge she needs help with things, and it's adorable and I love helping her out when she has a "fat girl moment."

About 4"10 and reaching 350 pounds.

Pure coincidence. I met her at a party I got invited to, and immediately fantasized about what it would be like to fatten her up. Unrealistic, right? Except...

What I didn't know is that I ended up living on the same block she worked at.
We kept running into each other, started dating. She was confident about her body, loved her belly, and loved eating. When I told her I wanted her as big as possible, she thought it was *weird*...but also started to enjoy it.

Now she has to order her clothing online and can't buckle her seatbelt by herself. And she's not done yet!

I fantasized about fattening up women for a long time.

But for me the real extreme kick was meeting someone who got super obese. Sleeping next to her, I worried a little. "She's a little too huge, maybe I should subtly convince her to lose weight...?"

But I realized sometimes fantasy is just prelude to reality. She was healthy, happy, lovely, knew she was fat, loved her body... and I found it adorable when I had to help her with things she was too fat for. So I realized our romance consists of me fattening her up into a giant blob, and teasing her all the while.