It depends on the body. But when I weighed 650 pounds, I rode on a plane for an hour.
We bought 3 seats, of which 2 were for me.
It didn't fit in two seats.
My seat was in the middle of the plane and to get there I had to strain my butt to avoid getting trapped between the seatbacks.
When I tried to sit down my knees hit the front seat and part of my butt ended up on my husband's seat.
People were looking at me, I was tired and uncomfortable and when we arrived my legs were numb and I couldn't get up.
Everything was horrible from the moment we bought the tickets where they weighed me.
I remember the mocking smiles of the flight attendant who reminded me to lose weight and even said let's try to take off.

When I ate a chocolate cake for my breakfast.
Afterwards it became normal to eat that amount.
Today my lunch was 2 baked chickens with fries and 1 liter of ice cream for dessert and for breakfast I had eaten 7 packages of oreos with chocolate milk.
I'm already so used to eating in those quantities that I wouldn't even know how much a person normally eats. I suppose that 2 adults come from a chicken.

My husband is my accomplice.
He is the one who feeds me and helps me gain weight.
I'm already immobile and I'm still eating a lot thanks to my husband.

I thought I could stop at 600lbs and now I'm living in a bed.
As long as I am able to eat and they feed me. I will continue to gain weight and I will never become too fat.
You can always be too obese and still continue to gain weight.
With all this food in front of my face, there is no way I can stop gaining weight or try to reverse my situation.

-A full hamburger pizza (three pizzas, 9 hamburgers, 18 fried eggs, lettuce, tomato and fries on top)
-2 pieces of fried chicken.
-1 plate of ravioli
-2 liters of coke
-1 kilo of ice cream
-1 chocolate
That day I was eating until I burst.

Really my dream is to be taken in my bed to a buffet.
I would try absolutely all the food. Just thinking about having the possibility of finding myself in that situation makes my mouth water.
The buffet staff encouraging me to finish each of the dishes and be surrounded by different foods.
Today I would really leave all shame aside and enjoy a similar situation to the fullest.

Since I can't lose weight anymore, I prefer to be huge and have a body full of fat. Plus I can eat as much as I want and enjoy the food without worries.

Nobody would like to die. I want to live with extreme obesity.

Semi-sitting is the best option to breathe well

At one point I had to wear elastic, tight-fitting pants due to lack of sizes. Half of my belly was inside my pants and not all the shirts covered my entire belly.
I was embarrassed to go out on the street and have people stop and look at me. Baggy clothes had ceased to exist for me and my options were to wear huge old lady dresses or overcome the embarrassment.
I felt how my body moved in all directions when I walked, I was aware that tight clothing left the shape of my body exposed and that people stopped to look with contempt at my obesity.
We know and are aware that we are obese and that clothes do not hide reality, but we unconsciously seek to hide our body behind clothes out of shame.
That was happening to me.