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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.
Oh that's terrible I'm so sorry. you are worth soo much more than that. I hope he didn't make you eat also on top of that terrible treatment. At least its over now. I wish you could leave him
After what seemed like hours my husband cleaned me up and he and my sister-in-law got me back on my feet. I went to the bedroom and cried all day. They tried to get me to come out and have dinner but I couldn't face them. My sister-in-law said I was being "a big fat spoiled bratt". That was my Christmas. After his family left, my husband got me out of the bedroom and I got to see my children playing with their presents. He then fed me but I was so upset he didn't have to feed me. I was so upset that I just gobbled down whatever he put in front of me. I hoped eating would have eased my nerves but I couldn't stop and it just upset me more. This morning I weighed 763lbs.
Jesus, you are a ** thing. You're just going to roll and die very soon. I bet your husband has a big life insurance policy on you. He is just waiting for you to kick it, tubby. Stop eating.
He is a financial adviser and very successful at it. It would not surprise me if he did have a huge life insurance policy on me. Oh well.
I dont blame you for being upset. Anyone would be. Does overeating make you feel any better? I wish your husband could make the whole feeding experience easier on you.
I am an emotional eater. Usually eating makes me happy or it soothes my nerves. I love food and I live to eat... I just wish he wasn't so aggressive and mean to me. I know he loves me because when we are intimate, he is so gentle and loving. He knows exactly how to please me in bed. I've told him that I would get as fat as he wants if he would just let me eat at my own pace and protect me from his awful family. Unfortunately he is obsessed with making me into the fattest woman on record but the way he is feeding me and the rate I'm gaining I won't live to make it that big. I don't know how to make him understand that. I think the heaviest woman was like at least 1200lbs.
I have to ask and I hope you don't mind. Are you a feeder and are you male or female?
He may make you feel good sometimes but based in hiw he feeds you his pleasure is most important to him.
I am a feeder. Or I would be if I could find someone willing haha. Although it would be very different from your experience. Pampering and hedonism are intimate. I am a male. Always found bigger girls attractive.
I hope you are feeling better this morning. doubt he's had a chance to stuff you yet.
I just find your story both interesting and heartbreaking. You deserve so much better. At some point the weight gain has to stop.
So you're saying that you eat your emotions. Sounds more like you eat too many pizzas.
If the fat pig left her abusive feeder what would she do? Her cravings for food won't magically go away and how will she live? Go on welfare so that taxpayers can pay for her gluttony? Don't we have enough useless slobs living that way?