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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.
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.
He stuffed me at breakfast. I'm only now starting to be able to breathe or move without my stomach feeling like it's full of bricks. Lunch will begin soon and I'm not nearly ready for it. But I will eat a massive amount simply so that he doesn't funnel it into me. I hate the feeling of that tube being shoved down my throat... Unfortunately the weight gain is not going to stop until I reach the goal he has for me. I am his science experiment, his project.
My children are gaining weight rapidly too. The clothes we bought for them in November as Christmas gifts, are all too small and need to be returned. My oldest keeps showing me her belly saying that she can't wait to have a belly like mine when she grows up. It breaks my heart when she says that because her childhood is being robbed by her growing addiction to food and my husband is facilitating it... I can't even imagine how big she will be by the time she hits puberty.
I figured you were a feeder. I hope you find someone to share your passion with. You seem very compassionate and empathic and would make a great feeder/partner for some lucky feedee. I know it's hard to find a girl that wants to gain but they are out there, so don't lose hope.
You are very sweet. I know I will someday. my current girlfriend indulges me from time to time but doesn't want to gain weight. she also gets mad if I offer her food. She is self conscious but accepting.
I've always wanted to be with someone who I can play little feeder games with. like for every 5 min of foot rubbing time you have to eat 500 calories. stuff like that. I also find it hot when a feedee routinely pushes the limit of thier gut. something about the whimpers and moans. yes I know I'm a wierdo.
We're you a feedee before meeting your husband? How did things develop? Did he wait for you to be hardly able to walk before he started being sadistic?
It's nice that he won't funnel you on top of lunch, that sounds painful. But as you say, he will let you eat on your own instead of funneling but only if you push yourself and eat massive amounts? Kind of a catch 22.
You seem to have a beautiful soul I can see as much through this screen. your children are as much victims as you are.
Maybe if you put on a show of stuffing yourself to bursting even asking for more food you can make it sexier for him and maybe he will let u skip dinner. God knows you need some quiet time after that nightmare.
Things between us weren't always like this and I wasn't a feedee prior to marriage. But I have to admit that I did fantasize about it as a teen slong with other strange desires. My husband was always an encourager and loved my weight gain. I was always fighting a losing battle with my weight. When I was younger I had some success at keeping it under control with the help of my family but once I went away to college it became harder and harder. My weight would go up and down the scale like a rollercoaster. I would have swings of 70 or 80lbs at a time. He loved it when it went up and told me that fighting my weight was pretty much fruitless. I so wanted to believe him that I convinced myself that he was right. I just loved food of all kinds and was just so tired of fighting it and living on such an austere diet. The whole thing was so depressing... So for a long time we were very happy so long as I kept eating and gaining... Then I did something so stupid that I can't believe I did it...It's a long complicate story but let's just say that I did something wrong that I suspect he still harbors resentment toward me for, although he says he doesn't. It's just awfully coincidental that his aggressive behavior started when it did. I'm not going to bore you with all the details but our youngest child, my 5 year old, is not his. He claims he has forgiven me for the indiscretion but I suspect he really hasn't and that is why he is punishing me so. I'm just thankful he has accepted the child as his own. In truth he can do what he wants to me. I kinda deserve what's coming to me. I don't exactly have the "beautiful soul" you think I do. I'm very flawed just like a lot of people.
We are flawed yes. but some of us more than others. what he is doing to you is worse by far. hopefully you will get a chance soon to escape hopefully hot because of a medical emergency.
Have you ever been worried your stomach might rupture?