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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.
My husband has no targets. It's a neverending sadistic cycle. Eat, gain, eat, gain, eat and gain some more until I explode. The only goal he has in mind for me is a humiliating and suffocating death.
As for your question; by all means please STOP, before it's too late. Find another occupation. I know the money is hard to give up but don't risk your life for a few dollars and the attention of misogynistic losers that you would never consent to associate with in the RL. I know it's easier said than done, the food is wonderful, and the attention you receive is intoxicating, but if you don't stop you will pay for it with your health and quite possibly you life. Don't make my mistakes. I wasn't strong enough mentally, or secure enough emotionally, to put the breaks on this when I had the chance. I ignored the all the warning signs and now I'm approaching 800lbs. I'm mentally and physically fried and passed the point of no return. I will die like a beached whale crushed under my own massive weight and there is nothing I can do and there is no one left to help me avoid it. I am to blame because deep down I know I should have taken control and done something about it years ago, and if not for me, I should have done it for my children... Now I am reduced to being an object; a project for my husband to work on for his own sick pleasure.
So please do what is best for yourself while you still can and get out of the feedee, fat for cash insanity. No amount of money is worth losing your health or your life.
I know you are right, but it is hard when my partner pushes me to keep going with modeling on top of him feeding me obscene amounts off camera just for his own enjoyment. Often he will beg for me to eat more or funnel melted ice cream for him alone not for fans, but he only asks me after I have just made content or streamed and I am too full to move. This often results in a fight and him sulking. When I do say yes it is so painful and I often puke. He has recently begun sneaking me snacks and making dinner just before I am supposed to stream and it has made me full going in leading to extremely painful stuffing and more than one instance of projectile vomiting on a stream. I know I need to stop but I am afraid it is too late. I am going to ask about stopping tomorrow. Will update.
Currently unable to ask him as he is asleep and I am too full to get off the couch. I am scared he will be unsupportive.
Please stop and make sure he fully understands why. If he loves you and if he sees you as a real person he will understand but if he sees you as just a fetish object, then you have to get away from him or your current lifestyle will kill you. It's too late for me but you still have a chance. Don't throw it away, please.