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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 honey you can't think like that. It is simply not true. Yes we probably would have been anyway and yes we willingly chose to go with it for a long time, when we did say stop they didn't. I noticed today for the first time my lower belly had officially started to cross my knees. 🥵
I've eaten so much this past week that I feel like I will explode any minute. Can that actually happen? Can a stomach actually rupture from being force fed? Some days it feels like it's about to happen. My belly has gotten so huge that I literally have to carry it when I walk. Most times usually just let it rest on my walker.
It can. You can override your gag reflex over time and get so full you cant puke it up. happens to bulimics. But its unlikely even for u. I bet its scary when it feels like it will tear. I've been there. Usually i wind up covered in my own sick before something bad happens. What has been your calorie intake? Im sorry u are suffering. i hope your belly will stretch to accommodate and avoid injury. i bet this past week had u feeling quite sick
Yes, I'm always nauseous but at the same time I cannot stop eating. The bloated gassy feeling is another issue. I ** constantly like a pig. I'm disgusting. I'm a horrible gluttonous out of control beast and my husband takes full advantage of it. Most days I just feel awful. I'm always sweating, out of breath and I gasp and grunt and ** when I try to walk. Hauling all this blubber around is almost impossible. Just getting out of bed in the morning leaves me exhausted. Food is the only thing I look forward to but it's food that is causing my misery.. What can I do? What is wrong with me?
I understand completely, I am exactly the same. Even if I am crying and begging him not to feed me and how out of control I am, I still keep swallowing and cant seem to stop no matter how much it hurts. I am addicted, I know this, but its so hard when you are in this situation. Today my largest pants were too tight to fasten so I had to spend the day with my belly hanging out which of course only egged him on more. Wound up too full to speak by 10 am, even now at 1130 pm I am still bloated beyond belief. I almost threw up all over myself earlier but he threatened me with melted ice cream if i did. It was awful, I had to swallow it and cry at the same time. He said he would go easier on me if I can gain another 30 lbs before july...I dont know if I can, but it wont be good if I dont. Nothing is wrong with you! And its hard to do anything, I can only take petty revenge by costing him money and making him clean up after me.
Unlikely even with your tummy. im sorry u are hurting. ill bet this past week had you feeling queasy constantly. Ive been at that pain level u described before its scary. usually i wind up sick before injury. Have you told him your fear of tearing?
It wont you will puke first. So sorry u are suffering. thats a lot of belly to carry. i imagine you were feeling sick all that week from so much food. I wonder if he would alternate days on u in exchange for more on the other days. hmm