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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 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.
30 pounds by July?... That's just crazy. I hope nothing happens to you. I completely sympathize. My husband has me so blown up right now that I can barely breathe. My belly is so distended that it hurts. The pain is constant. I had to roll my leggings down and let it out. My underwear is so tight that there is more of me out of it than in. My bras no longer come close to fitting even with multiple extenders attached. The cup size simply cannot contain the blubber. I would rather just wear nothing but we have children in the house and my husband insists that I cover myself up for their sake. He says I'm disgusting enough to look at with clothes on let alone naked. He says that when I'm naked that I look like a walrus. He's killing me and I can't stop him because I'm such a weak willed fat pig. I hope you get some relief soon. Unfortunately my only relief will be when My heart finally beats it's last which God willing will be soon.
30 pounds by July? Thats just insane...You're running out of time. What will he do to you if you don't make it? My husband is demanding but not that demanding. He at least has a more realistic idea of my gaining ability. But nonetheless he is going to kill me sooner than later with food. I'm rapidly approaching 800lbs and I often wonder how did I let it get this bad and how many people out there are in the same situation. Truthfully I think partially deserve it for letting it happen. We lost control of our own destiny through our greed, **, and insatiable appetite. In many cases in life we get what we deserve because we bring it on ourselves. I'm a big fat bloated, overfed, blob because I wasn't strong enough, and I'm still not strong enough, to say "NO". The worst of it is that my children will suffer for it and through no fault of their own, they will follow down the same path as I have.
Thank you for saying so, I'm honestly terrified. Sometimes I push myself and entice him to feed me more on purpose hoping I'll puke it up while he's put of the room. I've been eating about 20k calories most days. my belly is also distended like a Boulder all day and I often wake up to a mouthful of sick. I'm afraid I'll choke and die. My belly hangs so far I am afraid I'll fall and hurt myself.
It was fun at first but by the time I realized what he wanted I was too heavy. I remember the first night he tied me up and funnel fed me till I was gagging. that was when I was doomed I think
I completely sympathize. Did you gain the 30 pounds? I hope you are okay... I'm so bloated from this past weekend that it hurts. I can barely breathe and he just won't let up... I don't know what I going to do. I'm begging him to slow down but he won't listen. He is threatening to funnel feed me because he says I'm not getting fat enough. I don't know what "fat enough" is to him but I think it's when I'm dead. Every day it is getting tougher and tougher to move and breathe and he is thrilled by the fact that all I do is eat, burp, ** and pant. If I try to move or stand I grunt and huff and puff like a huge stuffed hog. Like you, my stomach is so heavy that I need to hold it when I walk and I'm afraid I will cause ne to fall. If I fall, it will be the end of me because getting up will be impossible. I'm praying for you, please pray for me.
Unfortunately I gained 34 lbs. It was horrible. It's 420 pm for me and I am so miserably stuffed from lunch I am afraid I won't be able to finish dinner or get sick. Last week when that happened he made me get up 3 times over the night to drink ice cream. I'm now over 600 and mu legs shake after 30 seconds of standing. As if I could even stand with how viciously full I am. I sometimes pass out from fullness. I won't wake up one of these days.