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My Husband is Feeding Me To Death
My husband is feeding me to death. He is what is known as a "Death Feedist". He gets off on the idea of feeding a woman until they get so obese that they die. We have been married 9 years and I've grown enormous in that time. He never stops pushing food at me because he knows how weak willed I am and that I cannot resist food or control my appetite. It's become a living ** because he is so insistent and diabolical in his constant urging me to eat. He has even said that he wants to funnel feed me weight gain milkshakes but so far I have been able mske enough excuses to avoid having to do it... I have been plump, even since childhood and that's always been okay because it was never out of control like it is now. My parents and I worked pretty hard at not letting my weight get out of hand. But since I got married things have been quite different. It started while I got engaged to my husband. I'm 5 foot 5 inches tall and I weighed about 170 pounds at that time He would take me to these all you can eat buffets at least twice a week and encourage me to eat until I was so full that I could barely breathe. With the stress of planing a wedding I would just eat unconsciously as he encouraged me to eat more and more. Consequently my weight started to surge up and up. By the time our wedding day came I was over 250lbs. With my two pregnancies I gain almost 100 pounds with each one. He just kept feeding me even though my OBGYN warned us constantly that I was gaining too much weight. My husband convinced my that the Dr. was just being over cautious and that my ballooning weight was perfectly normal for some pregnancies. I should have paid better attenton to everyone who said otherwise including my family who were agast at the physical changes I was going through. As time went on my husband became more and more forceful with his insistence on shoving food at me. After the kids were born his feederism intensified and he is now obsessed with my weight gain. I got on the scale the other day and I almost fainted when I saw the number... It was 684lbs. My husband just laughed his evil laugh and said; "Good, 700 pounds is just around the corner. I have a big breakfast waiting for you and the kids so waddle your morbidly obese ** to the kitchen table, pronto" and yes, he is also overfeeding our two daughters, ages 7 and 5 and they have developed huge appetites and are both getting terribly fat. I feel awful for them and myself and I do not know what to do. I'm always out of breath and I sometimes need oxygen. I sweat profusely and I can't even walk more than 12 or 15 steps without my knees and back screaming in protest. Most days I think I'm going to die because it is just so laborious to breathe and move. I just sit here on this broken down sofa, inbetween stuffings, like big puffed up toad gasping and waiting to explode. I haven't showered on my own in 3 years. My husband washes me with a bucket of soapy water and the garden hose on our back deck in full view of the neighbors because I cannot fit in our bathtub or shower. The neighbors all come out to stare and laugh, it's unbelievably embarrassing and although I keep a brave face, I want to break down and cry... I rarely wear anything other than a huge nightgown that is little more than a rag at this point. I've begged him to stop and to help me lose weight but he is adamant about me gaining as much weight as possible. He's killing me with food and doesn't care as long as he can **-off to my grotesquely bloated body. Thats the only upside to this is that our ** life is intensely amazing. But I now realize that I'm married to a monster. I've reached out to my parents and sister for help but they both have refused to help me, citing the fact that they warned me about my husband being a feeder/psycho in the beginning of our relationship. Unfortunately I didn't listen because I thought I was in love and that my husband was just trying to make me happy. I even cut ties with my family for years over it but now I know they were right and I need their help. But apparently their anger at my ignoring them is stronger than their concern for me. My mom even said that I'm getting what I deserve and she will see me at my funeral and hopefully there will be a casket big enough to fit me in. I never thought I would end up so isloated and cut off like this way. I guess I'm now going to have to pay for my pigheaded selfishness and reckless gluttony. Pray for me.
I'm glad you are enjoying your life. Unfortunately at this point, I'm not enjoying mine. Maybe if I didn't feel so awful and out of breath all the time, maybe if I didn't look so massively bloated, maybe if my children weren't looking at the same fate as myself, I could accept this and just be a big fat whale. Can you give me any insight on how you have come to deal with being so very fat? I would love to know so it can maybe help improve my quality of life. Does your husband stuff you constantly and how do you handle the horrible after affects like being unable to breath or feeling like you are going to burst? Are you plagued with terrible indigestion? How about sleep apnea? Are you diabetic? How do you handle your toileting and bathing situation? Sorry if I'm getting personal, I just need to know that I'm not alone in this world with these problems.
I'm very sorry that you are not happy. I wish you lots of luck finding the happiness you need. To answer some of your questions... Yes my husband stuffs me BUT only with my consent. We have stuffing secessions where we see how much I can eat but it is on my terms. How do I handle the after effects?... Fortunately most times I enjoy the feeling of being engorged and ready to explode..😄. My husband loves to rub and jiggle my huge belly when I'm stuffed full. Actually he loves to jige me all the time, private and public... We get off on it. Indigestion? Yes sometimes, everyone does from time to time. That's what they make anti-acid meds for. Sleep apnea... Yes but I use a Cpap and once you get used to it it's not a big deal. Diabetes, not as of my last check-up but my mom has it and I probably will too some day. As for personal al care, my husband and sometimes on rare occasions my oldest daughter help me out with that stuff. Also, I'm still remarkably mobile considering my size. I've always been very active. I played field hockey and softball in HS and college dispite the fact that I was very fat. I lift free weights with my daughters and I get as much exercise as someone as big as me can possibly get so I can retain some mobility. Overall I really enjoy my size and my life I'm very saddened that you do not enjoy yours. It seems that you have an abusive rationship/feeder on your hands. I know where you are coming from as my boyfriend in college who is also the father of my oldest child was abusive and he would get emotionally abusive and physically violent if I didn't comply with his wishes to stuff me and make me fatter. After my oldest daughter's birth, I had to get a restraining order against him. It wasn't easy but it was the best option I had for me and my child. Unfortunately the feederism community is full of these misogynistic abusive types. It's just the nature of the beast.
I couldn't agree more in regards to abusive feeders & death feeders. To me that's not a loving relationship. Yes, I'm 803lbs, but it's been my choice that I've gotten this fat. Considering the amount of weight I'm carrying, I'm doing well health wise. Last check up was actually quite good & only my blood pressure is up a bit. I'm not suffering sleep apnea. I do need help showering, simply due to my size & I can't reach, hubby helps with all that. I'm lucky at this weight to be relatively mobile, but like the above I do some exercise & swim a lot. Also I eat very healthily, just lots of it. I have a very caring & loving relationship which is what girls of our size need. To be fattened endlessly without your consent is wrong. Your husband is going to keep fattening you, once you reach 700 he'll want you 800, you'll become immobile which is his goal so then you'll be able to little to stop him fattening you more & more. You need to get out, find a loving man that loves you big & who'll help you loose some weight.
Yes, that's exactly what the OP needs to do. She needs to find a man that will love her for who she is and not how much she weighs. She needs to learn that it's okay to be fat and once she finds a man that truely loves and respects her; a man that makes her feel safe and beautiful and takes proper care of her; she will see that being fed and being fat is actually a very enjoyable way to live. I feel truely blessed to have found such a man.
You are an obese whale and you will pay for your perverse and gluttonous behavior with your health and ultimately with your life. Stop lying to yourself and stop making yourself look foolish by claiming to enjoy being fatter than a pig. At 7 or 800 pounds you are teetering on the brink of your grave. You must look like Jabba the Hutt's fatter sister.
So true. I feel blessed as well that I found a man that respects, truely loves me, takes care of me & spoils me, hence weighing 803. I don't consider myself a feedee or my hubby a feeder, but we do both love how fat I am & we're not into feeding per say, I'm just a foodie that loves to eat & he provides me with all I want. Hence I'm happy to get bigger.