I probably came as close as possible in real life to fulfilling my fantasy. I consumed around 30,000 calories Thursday but well over that on Friday. I'll be taking a bit of a break today, because I have a lot of bloating and swelling and my hands and feet, and I want to let my body recover. I haven't weighed yet, because I know I'm not going to get an accurate reading, but I can tell my gain will be significant, perhaps a record for me.

Friday, on our stuffing day, I had:

- 3 chocolate glazed donuts
- 12 eggs, scrambled with cheese and mushrooms
- 4 pieces of cheese toast
- 1 9x13 pan of stuffing
- 2 8x8 pans of mac and cheese
- 3 servings of whole cranberry sauce
- 1 9x13 pan of broccoli and cheese casserole
- 4 pounds of turkey with gravy
- 6 buttermilk biscuits
- 3 dinner rolls with heavy butter
- large serving of squash casserole
- large serving of wild mushroom rice
- large serving of roasted brussel sprouts
- 3 loaded baked potatoes
- 2 plates of corn casserole
- 1 apple pie
- 1/2 cherry pie with a pint of ice cream
- 1/2 pumpkin pie
- 1 gallon of milk
- 4 liters of orange soda
- 4 glasses of wine

My sweet partner has been waiting on me hand and foot, and even this morning, I'm still having issues with balance and getting from a sitting to a standing position. I'm excited for him to help measure me at the conclusion of the weekend to see how much "damage" I've done!

I am! I absolutely love holiday food. I pre-stuffed today to expand my belly as big as possible. Among my stuffings were four stacks of eight pancakes and two large pizzas. My partner and I began prepping for a Thanksgiving meal for six for us to share Friday, although he eats clean and doesn't overindulge. Tomorrow, I'll load up at my parents house and also snack some at home. Last year, I gained 9 lb over the 4-day Thanksgiving weekend. I plan to outdo that this year, and I can't stop thinking about apple pie, stuffing, and mashed potatoes for days.

We're exactly the same weight! And I know what you mean about thinking people must be walking on eggshells. As a culture, we've stopped commenting on people's size, and that's a good thing, because most people refrain out of respect. Even when I gained 80 pounds in just over 2 months, no one but my partner said a word. A little disappointing! I put a lot of work into all that fat! Lol

I'm glad you are feeling like yourself again!

Yes, and for me, it is equal parts loving being stuffed and wanting to be bigger. Plus, I genuinely do have a big appetite. If I was not making any effort to overeat, I find I eat 6K to 8K calories in a day just to feel satisfied but not even full.

Yes, with the queen bed, I found the mattress was key. Obviously, I need a strong mattress with a lot of support, but I also want my partner to be comfortable. Will probably stick with the same model we have, just in king size. I've grown too big to share a queen with someone fairly tall.

Interesting question. I haven't been in a lot of situations where people guess my weight, and I don't post pictures online. I do find, at the doctor's office, the nurses who weigh me often don't realize I'm well aware of how heavy I am or how much I have gained. They will usually tell me I have put on X number of pounds, as though I will be surprised.

I've also found that many people think I am taller than I am because of my overall mass. I'm quite fat, but I'm only 5'3. Often people, even when standing right in front of me, they will assume I'm 5'6 or 5'7. The reality is, I'm just short and round.

Since the question is about pure fantasy, I envision being placed on a very comfortable sofa, and being fed without taking a break at all-- 18 hours a day, for a week. I would be stuffed with dozens of pizzas, burgers, macaroni and cheese, pasta, pie, and donuts around the clock, and I wouldn't be allowed to stop. Between dishes, I would funnel 2 L of shake, possibly getting in 10 L a day. During this time, I wouldn't be allowed to cover my belly. My shirts would be pulled up over it so it would be bare and completely unrestrained. By the end of the week, my belly button would pop out, and I would be 50 lb heavier. My gut would be so tight, I would whimper when my partner touched it because of all the pressure inside. When I finally emerged and saw people again, they would gasp at the bloated orb I had become in such a short period of time.

YES! I'm not 30 quite yet, but I'm close. The key in what you said is "moderate effort". When giving in to a big appetite, 5-7 pounds isn't really that much, and 10 is also not as hard as one would think.

The challenge, I think, will be tapering back down again after the holidays, because I'm well aware I can't keep gaining infinitely. If I ate like this all year, I'd probably explode before next holiday season! And I'm not ready to be immobile.