In Japan it's complicated; there are so many pickles!

Some of them are sweet and tasty, some are salty or spicy, which I love too. Some taste to me like they were fermented in toe jam and piss.

My wife is like the feeder unicorn. Since I started dating her she's gained at least 150 pounds. And it's actually made her healthier, and solved her old health problems even as her huge mass makes daily life more inconvenient. Not that she cares, she loves food and doesn't mind being super obese despite the struggles and stares.

When we started dating she had dangerous hypothermia that would get her sudden fainting spells and moments of violent nausea. She was rejected from donating blood because her anemia was too bad.

Now that I've fattened her up, her blood is thicker and healthier, and she's literally put on so much blubber that she never feels cold the way she used to.

Depending on your genes, just becoming super obese CAN in fact make you healthier, even if it turns you into a helpless wobbling blob like my huge well-fed love.

My wife eats so fast it's shocking to me.
Literally she'll take a dish, I'll turn my head away to do something, and all the food has vanished. Where did it go?

I mean, I know exactly where it went considering bae has to spread her thunder thighs far apart just to let her giant gut just hang out and rest down on the couch. But still it's impressive.

And she knows she's a huge fat glutton and doesn't want to stop gaining weight, and knows I want to make her as obese as possible- even to the point of true immobility.

I used to use an old username to hide my identity.

But no more goofing around. Ya gotta have some pride- so my name is simply what I do- and I get some pretty lovely results, with a wife who knows explicitly that I want to fatten her up as much as possible, and she's on board and only worries that she won't get enough yummy food!

I don't know if it counts- my wife isn't a spiritual person necessarily. But she has a body that seems optimized for storing fat healthily as much as possible, and rather than fight her own body or try to match some fashionable image, she accepted the fact that shes going to become more and more obese, and since we started dating she's come to find pride and serenity in her weight gain.

Becoming super fat has made her more proud and confident in a way one could consider spitirual.

It's wonderful, she tells me she's so huge because I love her so much, and teases me saying if I love her more she's only going to fatter. Especially if I get her more money to eat more food.

I think that's a good investment.

My wife is just over 350 pounds, but she's just 4'10". That means at my height I'd need to push 550 pounds to match her BMI.

She was at least 150 lbs lighter when we met. (So about 300 lbs on my frame.) We've both noticed that as she got so fat, every little thing in her life starts to get subtly influenced by how huge and heavy she is, and how she needs a little extra time and effort with everything. Getting out of bed, dressing herself, even finding clothing that fits, using stairs. She's quite aware and OK with it, but it is a practical shift in your life once you become so obese.

Nocte Obducta!

Outre atmospheric German metal

My wife runs through her super-sized 8XL tunics because she keeps spilling sauce and grease all over her watermelon-sized H+ cup cleavage, and the stains don't wash out, rendering them for pajama and lounging use only. She doesn't really care- what's she gonna do, stop stuffing herself? Don't be silly!

My wonderful lady has become so obese, just getting up from the couch is a struggle.

She has to psych herself up for the endeavor by telling herself something like "OK, let's do this!" Then feminine grunting as she fights to raise her hundreds of pounds of fat upright. Panting heavily and even whimpering softly from the effort of moving her own titanic overfed body. Waddling to the toilet. Our hallway is so narrow she can barely fit with her girth.

The couch has a permanent crease, an imprint left from the sheer weight of her massive rear end and swelling soft thunder thighs. We used to be able to sit on the couch together. Not anymore, she's become so huge I can't comfortably sit next to her.

So the couch is now entirely her domain. I can't be upset, she's truly earned it. My beautiful massively obese couch princess.