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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.
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.
I feel for you. I'm almost 800lbs and my husband shows no sign of letting up. It's all about the sexual gratification for him.. All I do is eat, **, and sleep while I sweat and gasp for air. While I can still walk short distances in the house, it is painful and exhausting. My knees and lower back scream in protest just walking from my chair to the bariatric commode which is only about 10 or 12 feet away. My husband just laughs as I struggle to stand or walk. He videos me trying to move and shows the videos to his friends and family just to humiliate me. He knows that when I get upset or agitated I will just gorge. Food is my only coping mechanism and he knows it and takes full advantage of it. Like you, I eat until I pass out and one day I will not wake up. Hate to say it but I often look forward to that day.
I am right there sweetheart. I spent the last week doing a calorie challenge as my husband puts it. He's punishing me for resting his feeding last week.. I'm so full all day I often feel sick and can't move without pain and nausea. As soon as I have room he's at me again. It's awful. I feel like I'm about to burst and he's tracking and increasing my calories. Im at 8k each day so far this week. I'm crying right now because he is making a shake to funnel me at this moment and I nust ate an obscene amount of food. I'm going to rip or puke here soon I know it. How do you deal when you are too full to think? Does he comfort you?
When I get to that point I usually just pass out. If my ** and belly weren't so huge I would probably go face down in whatever pile of food that's in front of me. My husband rarely comforts me. He usually just humiliates me and calls me derogatory names in front of whoever is here. He sometimes even pulls my dress up and shows off my belly jiggles it and says "look what a huge disgusting whale I married." We've had lots of work construction done in the house lately. Mostly modifications for me. My husband will introduce me to the contractors as ... "The Beached Whale" or "Tons of Fun" or "The Circus Fat Lady", etc. Most times I can see the shock and disgust on the faces of these people.. I can tell that they are repulsed by me 🥹. My husband just laughs and says that I deserve to be ridiculed for being such a disgusting glutton. I guess the closest thing to comforting me he does is when he forces himself on me. But it's more like ** than intimacy... and I never know when the mood will strike him so I can't even prepare physically or emotionally.
Fat blobs like you deserve to be abused and humiliated. Maybe then you will finally get your self together and lose weight. You are disgusting, pathetic and little more than a piece of livestock.
I often pass out too from the pain, and same my belly is so big especially after a force feeding I cannot sit up straight in a chair so my feedings are all on the couch where I am basically a prisoner to him and he has to help me get up. Problem is he refuses to help me stand until I am so full I am sick, if I spit up or puke a little while trying to stand he uses this as an excuse to punish me after the restroom with shakes usually. Its awful. Luckily he doesnt parade me in front of people to get his kicks but he does like to make me walk in public with my huge belly hanging out and swaying. Its mortifying. He sometimes comforts me if I have obeyed him and I am horrifyingly stuffed but this usually entails him pushing on my hard stomach to see if I am 'full enough'. This is so painful and makes me gag or be sick sometimes.
I am considering pushing myself to eat even more than he wants and see if I can force a medical episode or a stomach rupture or something to get out of this. Yesterday I tried this approach, it was excruciatingly painful to eat beyond what he expected, but I am afraid he will just make this my new normal. I have eaten 6000 calories so far today, I feel like my stomach is going to rip apart.
How are you today, is he aggressively feeding you too? Are you already sickeningly full before noon too?
If you were my wife, I would poke you in the ** with my BBC everyday. I'll bet you are mad fun to smash. I would just take a deep breath and dive right in between the big blubber rolls.
Today he made me eat at a buffet until I puked on my plate, that was his goal, to see me dangerously full and humiliated, it took me 20 mins to be able to stand and leave. Im now at home still full and sick and he is planning lunch and dinner. He said he wants me to be gagging and crying all night. I am so done for, he is a sadistic feeder. He is filling a huge pitcher with melted ice cream right now... How can i cope?
He made me eat at a buffet in public until I was so full I threw up on my plate he wanted to do this specifically to embarrass me took me 30 minutes before I could move out of the booth and leave I was so embarrassed when we got home we funnel fed me again until I was nauseous I cried all night. Do you think I should force myself to throw up to get rid of the calories?