TheWhipHand:
When I come home and it's time for dinner I expect him to wear something nice, but mornings are busy.
I allow him a pair of sweatpants as long as I don't ever see him wear them.
Clothes are starting to become a challenge. He's slowing down in growth which is nice, because I scheduled him for a tailoring appointment. I go to work functions and we habe formal occasions, and I expect him to look good - he's a handsome little man in any case and ought to appear so, so I'm looking forward to getting some clothes made for him that fit.

Hedonistic_Purity:
As either a feedee or a feeder, knowing that you're not going to stop until death by fat, which will most likely involve being rendered house or bed bound before the heart attack or final stroke, what is a hotter and/or more enjoyable idea...

A) Creating or becoming a fully sedentary recluse as soon as possible, forced to give up everything else cared about or enjoyed, weakened and atrophied quickly and prematurely?

Or,

Doing as many active or weight sensitive things as one can before they are stripped from one's life, but being forced to keep stretching out that poor body with a fat prison a everything loved is taken away forever?