My huge fat lady is there- she cant even FIND her own genitals anymore without my help, because they're just vanished into more and more of HER.

She used to be upset and embarassed because she thought she was doing me wrong by getting too fat for sex. Then I told her I was so proud of her for getting so obese, and that if it came down to my sex drive versus her appetite, she ought to stuff herself and think about me later!

Now she's so happy getting fat, she teases me about how we might never penetrate again!

So my big fat love and I went to a hot springs resort.

You're supposed to strip naked and change into bathrobes to get into the waters, but-

The resort didn't have robes big enough for her!

The fabric couldn't even wrap around her body. It could cover up her nipples, but the rest of her was just bulging out. She had to waddle to the springs with her gut bouncing and swaying ahead of her while everyone stared. Fortunately for her, she's so fat nobody could see her "womanhood."

Also good thing she's so happy with her body it barely bothered her.

It's really complicated and unique for every person. It really takes a lot of honesty and trust.

When we started dating, she would probably have been horrified at the idea of becoming so fat she could never run or jump again. I also thought that would be tragic and a burden.

Then I watched it happen to her. She got so huge I started to worry, and thought about kindly influencing her to go on a diet.

But I realized she's healthy, happy, lovely, and I think it's adorable when I have to help her with things she's too fat to do anymore.

She's gotten to the point where she teases me that she's going to get immobile just so she can force me to do everything for her!

My retort is that I need to get her out of the house so that everyone can stare at just how huge she is!

For us it's a practical thing, and genes. I have a weak heart and bad cholesterol, so I just wouldn't last long trying to get genuinely fat.

Whereas SHE has a body that seems like it was perfectly optimized to just swell up and store more and more blubber without threatening her health. Only her mobility, but she doesn't care about that.

She's more than a foot shorter than me, and almost 150 pounds heavier!
Also I need to be fitter than her because she's already so huge she has trouble getting out of bed, or sometimes getting unstuck from the bathtub!

My wife keeps becoming more and MORE of a feedee. When we started dating, she was pretty thick and confident in her body but her attitude was, "I'm not fat! Just curvy!"

Then it was "Honey I'm so obese, I just can't stop eating!"

But I think she's moved onto a new stage where she actively wants to get as fat as possible. She learned she lost weight during the pandemic, and she was upset and even a little angry! That in itself makes me so proud of her for taking pride in her own obesity.

But she's DEFINITELY not getting skinnier. She's so flabby she's at the "growing body parts normal girls just don't have" stage of obesity. Which means that weight loss must have all been muscle mass. This calmed her down and reassured her. What made her really happy is me vowing to help her gain all that mass back- except this time it will be pure lard. We even set an ideal target weight for her: 450 pounds. At 4'10", that would be like me pushing 700! So we both don't know if she can reach that mass, but it feels good to have goals!

That's us.

I'm kinda "big", but mostly in a "duck down to get into the train" way.

SHE'S "big" in the "needs help getting out of bed" way. More than a foot shorter, and more than 100 pounds heavier. She doesn't ask me for help, because we both already know when it's time for me to lift her around. All she has to do is raise her chubby hand up.

Classic art.

I was the sort of dork who would read the encyclopedia for fun. I spent a bit of time on Renaissance paintings.

1. The size. That seems like a "no duh" obvious thing, but having someone you love, and just watching them take up more and more space, turning into a beautiful mountain of pudding.

2. The lifestyle changes. As she keeps gaining weight, more and more of her life revolves around her own appetite and obesity. All of the things she wants to eat, and all of the things she can't do anymore because she can't stop eating.

3. The attention. People stare and make comments about her. She's the real center of attention. (She's also the real center of gravity lol) We met some new friends recently, and all their kids gathered around her and called her "debu", Japanese for "obese" or "fattie."
Her response: laughing and saying "I know, right? I'm huge!"

I'm madly in love with a woman so fat she wakes me up in the middle of the night, panting and whimpering as she struggles to roll out of bed and waddle to the toilet.

She's also very active (after she gets help standing up) and multiple doctors have raved about her heart and cardio health.

So from my experience, mobility problems are not necessarily health problems. More like convenience and logistical problems. Think about it, it doesn't matter how healthy you are- if you get that obese, there's a LOT of you to move around, and everything is just going to get real hard and take extra time.

Japan has a lot of earthquakes. Not just disastrous ones, but spontaneous little shakes that make you feel dizzy.

Very recently, I've been woken up in the middle of the night by tremors. Significant enough to shake the mattress back and forth. At first I thought these were local earthquakes until I realized...it's HER! She's become so fat and soft that everytime she shifts a little in her sleep, BOTH of our mattresses ripple with the aftershock of all her blubber.

I say "both" because she's so big we can't comfortably fit on one.