MoreOfMe:
Do you enjoy her progress, loosing mobility?
Are you going to be more available as she gains weight, to take up the slack of her monthly loss?[/quote]

I ended up lucking out and falling in love with a feeder unicorn. She says "The more you love me, the bigger I'm going to get!" She said ideally she plans on getting immobile and then forcing me to do everything for her lol.

The bigger she gets, the more she has to spread her thunder thighs out to let her belly hang all the way down to the couch!

When we started dating and she was "just fat" she wasn't like this. Now that she's genuinely super obese, she's always thinking about food, and planning her days about what she wants to eat. It's doing wonders for her figure!

Or a steak burrito with tons of beef and extra guacamole! That's the shizznat!

Amen!
The more my wife gains, the more she enjoys her size, even if it's inconvenient. She's about 360, but also under 5 feet tall. To match her BMI, I would have to push 550 pounds!

One of my first experiences realizing I thought fat people were lovely was at Disney World. This gigantic fat girl came swimming up to me, and told me she was a champion swimmer, and she was so good because she was full of blubber like a whale. I thought she was so cool.

That's my lady.
More and more as she gains weight, she eats so much she gets exhausted and panting for breath. Literally, stuffing herself is her heavy exercise for the day. Usually she loves when I grab handfuls of her belly fat and make her quake, but recently she gets so full she wants to be left alone to "rest and digest."

Yeah ,that's what turned me from a fat admirer to an extreme feeder. I fantasized about making my (then) girlfriend as obese as possible, but thought in practice it would be tragic and a burden. Tabloid stuff.

And then it happened. She started getting bigger and bigger. There was a moment where I looked at the mountain of blubber that was my lady and thought, "Has this gone too far? Should I gently and subtly encourage her to lose weight?"

But I realized, she's lovely, happy, healthy (objectively; we live together and she shares her medical documents with me), and helping her as she loses mobility due to her weight is not just not a burden but one of my favorite parts of being alive.

My lady!

She's clinically hyper-obese, may actually be one of the fattest women in the country. 99.9 + percentile.

But she also has crazy good heart and cardio health. She told me she's had doctors rave about how she has the best heart they've ever seen. "But if your heart's so good... WHY ARE YOU SO FAT?!"

After a doctor's visit, she'll spend an entire day talking with her aunties who are all nurses. Almost bragging. "The doctor was so rude- but he wasn't wrong! I'm so fat!"

One thing I love about my huge fat love is- she's not just big and hungry, she's not just happy and confident with her size, but she's also practical and always thinking about how to adjust her lifestyle to the fact that she's just constantly gaining weight.

We're going to travel soon, and she's full of ideas and practical thoughts about her mass during "pillow talk." All her ideas, not mine:

1. Her bulk versus the airplane seats.
She told me she can probably never fly alone again on just one seat. Doublewide queen. She needs two, and can only get away with one seat because she has a loving feeder she can crush into, take over my seat, and literally spill her fat overflow right onto my lap. But she's realistic and knows it would be rude or unreasonable to expect a stranger to put up with that. Or too intimate. That much flesh and body contact is reserved for ME.

2. Seatbelts.
The last time we flew, she couldn't reach her tubby arms around her belly to buckle herself in. She thought she could get away with it, but the flight crew came and had to get her in by literally parting her fat rolls apart and tucking the seatbelt into all of her flab. Then a model-like pretty attendant patted her right on her belly and said "There we go, all better now."
Rather than being embarrassed, her comment was "Wow, that was the best service ever!"
But she said in the future, she's definitely going to need a seatbelt extender to fit her girth.

3. Diapers
Again, this is all her idea. She's the one who brought it up. She can relieve herself just fine, even if she can barely fit through those tiny airplane restroom doors. Problem is, she's too big to maneuver around herself and clean up afterwards in that tight space. So best to have something to keep her tight and tidy until we land and she can get to a handicapped bathroom, or better yet a proper shower.