I've been on a real KMFDM kick this year.

That and Norwegian psychedelic metal band Enslaved's new album "Heimdal."

My lady is so heavy she can't jump anymore...

But a little while ago we went to this lovely ancient temple. And she made the whole building QUAKE with every heavy footstep. THUD THUD THUD.

She's very confident about being fat, so she laughed and said "Normal women don't walk like this, huh?"

Yeah, my love has reached the point where she can't even buy clothing from "regular" plus-sized clothing stores and has to order special ultra plus-sized garments online. Giant formless tunics that are the size of tents in size 8XL. I do the laundry, and it's genuinely shocking how huge her clothing is getting. It looks loose and formless on the rack, but she really fills it out and it hugs her body.

Her biggest problem is the way she eats she keeps spilling sauce and grease all over her cleavage and belly, so she has to keep replacing her super-sized clothes from the way she gorges herself.

But she doesn't really care because she's accepted that as part of her lifestyle. Just a little inconvenience.

Yeah, my lady loves how fat she's gotten.

She HATES being short- but if she can't grow taller she can definitely grow wider! I could count on one hand the number of ladies I've seen who are fatter than her... in years!

So to date she has always been the most massive woman wherever she goes. And it's made her so happy and confident!

This:

www.omnicalculator.com/health/bmi-women

My one complaint is it only seems to go up to 95th percentile... I KNOW she's past 99th for the country but want more info!

One BMI calculator I checked my wife on described her as "Class 6, Hyper Obese."

Yeah that checks out, I'm so proud of her for getting so huge.
That makes her sound like a space adventurer. Except instead of traveling space, she's more talented at taking up space.

That's us!

I keep getting thinner- not because I want to or need to, but it's just what my body is doing at this point.

My love, on the other hand, is now so fat I have to help her stand up- and it's getting really hard! I need a sturdy surface to counterbalance myself. When we go on dates I can overhear some comments from random other women shocked at how huge she is. She doesn't care. More like "heh, yeah I am pretty fat. Honey, can we get some ice cream?"

It varies from day to day. But she eats so fast! There have literally been times I've gone to do something for a few seconds and her dinner plate has already been licked clean and demolished! Where did the food go? I mean, I KNOW where it went due to your fantastic figure. But still bae, wow.

That's so cool!

I met my feedee wife by random like this, moving to a new town and just running into her on the block in a bitter cold January. She's now so fat she has trouble getting out of bed and has to order special clothes online that say "8XL" on the tag. And she doesn't care because she's happy, she's healthy (we're intimate so she's shown me all her medical docs), she's confident, and she simply enjoys the sensation of being fat and the way her flabby body bounces when she moves.

I was a huge dork in middle school when I hit puberty, and I used to read the encyclopedia for fun. That's how I discovered Renaissance art and all those big ladies. Titian in particular awakened something me at the age of puberty. "Concert Champetre."

Then our family went on a trip to Disneyland. And if you know anything about American theme parks, they are full of extremely fat ladies. At the hotel swimming pool there was this massive fat girl my age who came up to me swimming underwater, fast and graceful. She chatted me up, and bragged about her swimming skills and her star role on the swim team. She told me she was so good at swimming because she was full of blubber like a whale.

WTF how are you so cool?! I thought.

On a motorway ride, there were groups of fat girls blowing me kisses as I was ready to drive, and it made me feel like a hero.

Then on the way back, our family was separated on other ends of the plane, and I ended up seated next to another random fat girl my age, isolated from her family as well. She was bragging about how she dealt with bully boys at school by shoving them into the lockers. I was so awed, I got her number and promised to call. I did, but her mom wouldn't allow her to talk with me because she was strict and conservative and didn't want strange boys dialing the house.

But it all awoke something in me, and it's all come true with the right person.