Immobile men fascinate me.

In stories when their weight gain is explained in detail, how big they've grown, how they're limbs are forced and pulled away from the face, digits swelling and even sinking into their own fat, breaking goals to dust, and just thinking about nothing but gaining more and more. To be at the mercy of the people that feed them, play with them, it's a very lovely thought to say the least.

Now, to have the opportunity to meet an immobile man in real life, or if you're dedicated enough being one, I can only imagine the interaction. To feel the pooling belly and thighs before you, to lift one of their tits and imagine just how heavy it is alone. How lovely it would be to feed them, worship them, even helping them achieve pleasure when they've eaten themselves to the point they can't reach their own.

Getting there

Not 700lbs, but wouldn't mind chatting more^^

*gives you a huge hug*

Thanks. I'm just thinking about a friend

I'm getting there