I'm a very obese person, and I'm into extreme stuffings for the sake of pushing my limits as well as for the purpose of fattening. Having spent a few years in the 300s, I always believed 500 would be my absolute limit. Weight gain is a hard train to stop though; I'm more than 750 pounds now, and most of my gain was intentional.

I'm not a death feedist though. I love my husband and my family, and I want to live more years with them. I'm struggling a lot with getting out, including having a lot of difficulty getting out of our front door. I do want to gain a little more, but the day passing through the doorway becomes impossible, I'll commit to losing just enough I can still squeeze.

I got fat as a kid, but I realized I was much bigger than the average child my age after I gained so much weight one summer (sneaking and stealing food from the cabinets, eating dinner at a friend's house and eating again at home) that I couldn't fit in a normal fourth grade desk. My teacher had to set up an arts and crafts table as my desk and assigned another student -- a thin girl -- to sit there too so I wouldn't feel ostracized.

As an adult, I once lost a significant amount of weight because of pressure from my then-primary care doctor. I never got below 190, which was still considered obese, but I felt way too thin (not to mention I was hungry all the time). I started to regain unintentionally, but I didn't feel truly super-sized again until I surpassed my previous size. I remember wearing a dress that fit me before I lost weight to go out to dinner. It was very tight under the arms and around my belly, but I could still get into it. I ate two entrees and then stopped on the way home and ordered three Big Macs. When I got home and started undressing, I realized the side seam was completely blown out. I have no idea whether that happened before I left the house, at the restaurant, or while I was stuffing my face with burgers, but it was my realization that I was getting BIG. I think I celebrated by ordering Doordash.

If that happens, I'll lose just enough to make it out. Although I don't leave often, I do want to be able to get some sun on occasion.

We are very mindful of business doorways. I avoid places that don't have double doors, after getting caught momentarily and getting scraped on the doorframe at a pub. I was very stuffed at the time, but it was still a narrow doorway regardless.

Yes, but with effort. Going through sideways isn't an option as I'm wider front-to-back than side-to-aide. I also hold a lot of fat in two big side rolls, in addition to my belly protruding. To make it through the door, I had to angle my body a bit while my husband pushed in on my rolls and kind of "held them back". I also accidentally mashed my belly button, which is an outtie due to a hernia... quite painful. We considered the option of using baby oil on the door frame to ease the way and may try it when I next leave the house.

Absolutely no offense taken, as this is quite a legitimate question.

I've always been big and have had a large appetite. I was well over 300 lb when I graduated from high school, and I fluctuated between about 325 and 375 for years. At the urging of my then- primary care doctor, I lost some weight and was very briefly at 190. While that's clinically still obese for a woman my height, I felt too small, and I was constantly hungry while trying to maintain that weight. I regained on purpose and did so with a vengeance with major stuffings. Because I wanted wanted get bigger quickly, I intentionally stretched my stomach capacity, pushing myself through soda chugs, rapid eating, and increasingly large meals. My tactic was staying as full as humanly possible, and pushing myself more and more when I felt like I couldn't continue eating. Eventually, 10,000 calories a day became a light day, and 20,000 a day became easily manageable. Though I have briefly stabilized and maintained at times, the overall trend has been upward.

This kind of frenzied gaining definitely hasn't been without consequences. I've had breathing difficulties, sleep apnea (use a CPAP), very high blood pressure at times, ripped stretched marks , non-alcoholic related fatty liver disease, and needed heart surgery. That in itself was an ordeal, as the first hospital where I was treated couldn't accommodate my size at 600-ish pounds, and the second had to make major accommodations. During that process as they prepared for emergency treatment, they removed 14L of food from my stomach, and my MRI showed both my stomach and intestines are grossly distended.

Currently, I'm doing as well medically as someone over 700 lb can expect. I'm still mobile, with lots of household accommodations and help, and I anticipate I'll probably gain some more weight. I know this can't continue indefinitely, but I'm really pleased at the moment with how big I've gotten. Because I'm taking a bit of a gaining break, I miss being super stuffed and am ready to get back to it.

When I'm very full, I can tell a lot of the food is sitting in my stomach because the top of my belly becomes tight and rock hard. As I digest, I usually bulge out in front more and more for a day or two before things start to settle. It's very hard to say where the food sits the longest, because when I'm actively gaining, I never let my stomach feel empty. I usually get as full as I possibly can, and then stay stuffed for days or even a couple of weeks. I will add there are major digestive consequences to eating like I do. I'll leave it at that!

I do tend to absorb more calories as fat than everything I've read indicates is possible. If I go 10,000 calories above maintenance, I usually gain for three or four pounds. Bigger feasts just lead to more and more weight gain, as well as to an incredibly stretched stomach and big appetite. Saturday, I did go over maintenance and had about 9,100 calories. I was never full and am fighting cravings right now.

I hope this answers some of your questions, but feel free to ask away.

Thank you, I have been! I think I pushed my body about as far as it can go, so this is just a little break, and then I'm sure I'll be eating whatever I want again

I think it's also about my perception of what hunger is. When I've been through prolonged periods of extreme stuffing, my brain seems to confuse anything short of being way past my physical limit with being hungry. It's as though being painfully overfilled, unable to breathe, belly button area hurting = satisfied, while being too full, belly bloated and tight = still hungry, and being more full than most people like being = starving.

I've never felt this hungry. Last night, I had eight pizzas in my Doordash cart, but I stopped right before placing the order. When I stuff so frequently, it seems to shut off my fullness signal entirely, and I don't feel satisfied until I'm so engorged my stomach could explode, and I can't breathe.

Yes, and that was also after an intense period of gaining. I put on about 35 pounds that time with no effort at all. I've always gained weight quickly and easily, and maintaining has gotten harder as I've gotten fatter. I can't decide if that's scary or a greater incentive to stuff my gut to its limit.

I stuck to maintenance calories yesterday as well, and it was very difficult. I was constantly hungry, so I drank lots of water, zero sugar cranberry juice, and Diet Sprite to stay full, and I snacked on celery and carrots. It doesn't always work, but it's a momentary distraction.

I'm still growing though, as all those calories settle. My hubby noticed new belly stretch marks last night, and skin on my tummy is extra sensitive to the touch.

We had to re-engineer my work from home setup so I can reach everything I need. I wonder if the people I see on virtual meetings can tell I've basically become a human balloon in the past few weeks.