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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.
Hey OP, I am the girl that is in the same situation as you. I haven't updated in a while, but if you remember he wanted me to gain 50 lbs in a month or two this last summer, well I did and managed to surpass it by 14 lbs for a total of 64 lbs over 40 or 50 days. That was July-August, now its nearly the end of November 2024 and instead of being glad I gained so much for him he has gone insane.
Its like he is possessed, I am over 600 lbs and trying to maintain my mobility but I think he knows immobility is close as he has been sadistic in feeding me 4 or 5 times a day with funnel feedings before and after every meal regardless of how full I am. It has been excruciatingly painful being full to the point of vomiting and unable to move from the couch because you know any movement will make you spew all over yourself. I have thrown up on my own belly a few times and he was ** and made me funnel huge amounts of shake all night long to 'make up for it'. I spend so much of my day in a food coma fighting not to be sick and gaining shockingly fast. I ate 30,000 calories yesterday and thought my stomach would rip apart. I was so scared. My boyfriend said that will eventually be my normal...
I have said it is too much and I dont want it but I have no way to escape no family or friends and I am too fat to work, he says so long as I eat and gain at his direction he will support me, but I wont live to see 30 at this rate. Even today its not even noon and I have had 4 funneled blenders of 2000 calorie plus shakes and 2 4000 calorie meals (give or take), I spit up on myself when on the after lunch shake and he got super **. Now I am just watching tv and trying to not explode.
Have you considered helping him feed the new girl and draw his attention to her while you maintain or loose or escape? You could try to scare her away with shocking displays of gluttony to the point of you moaning crying, screaming, gagging, and even being sick near her to scare her away from him?
I'm sorry to hear of your situation. Unfortunately you are most likely past the point of no return. You will die just like me, a huge overstuffed fat slob. My husband's new toy doesn't seem to care. She force feeds me worse than my husband. She doesn't care how badly or how sick I feel. She wants me out of the way and has told me that her job is to keep feeding me. She just parrots what my husband say. She tells me that I like being a ** glutton and that my complaints are just cries for more food. In some ways she might be right. My life is a ** and food is my main coping mechanism. Although I know that the food is killing me, both her and my husband know how weak willed I am and how I can't be without the food. I am 826 as of this morning and the bigger I become the more they feed me. I am doomed. Please pray for me and I will pray for you as well. I don't think I will see the new year. It's just as well because once that scumbag Trump takes office, my disability will be cut-off and I will be left to die anyway.
How are your kids feeling? Is the replacement feeding them? I hope not but I worry about the situation of when you're gone.
I seriously think that you should eat as much as you possibly can to the point where you actually injure yourself or have some kind of issue with your stomach being overly dist ended and you have to go to the hospital that will be the way I'm calling needs. But you have to eat a lot like a lot
I am so sorry hun, i know that pain so well, I am scared for you now that you have two feeders. Is your tummy about to rip apart all day? That is how I feel. Believe it or not, my feeder has been talking about my impending immobility I can barely walk and fear falling over from my belly swaying. Recently he has had a bad time at work and has been pushing me harder as a result and I am made to eat 3 to 5 meals a day and 4 funnel feedings, It is so brutal. How do you deal with the nausea and pain? How do you push through the fullness to avoid upsetting them? Should I just eat until I die? I am literally about to burst right now and its only 10 am.
Is she being fed too? Or is she feeding you still? Has it been bad? You ok?
Are you afraid of the holidays coming up? Also, you say your husband feeds them junk is he just like feeding them mcdonalds every meal or is he trying to actively force/encourage overeating until overly full?
The holiday's will be ** for me.... I'm hoping to make it to the New Year but it's not looking that good. My husband is trying to accelerate my demise by funnel feeding me. I'm gaining like crazy again. He wants me gone so he can move his girlfriend in and feed her to death as well. I met her last week. He had the nerve to introduce me to my replacement. She's early to mid 20s, pretty face, about 450 pounds give or take, covered in tattoos, unemployed, collects disability and lives at home with her mom and dad. She is kind of crass, swears a lot and not very smart... I don't even think she finished HS. I told her to take a good look at me because I am her future. She didn't seem to give a ** because she thinks she can control him... I thought like that too once but I was wrong. She wants to move in now and help take care of me. She has no idea what's in store for herself. She's just a dumb kid the way I was. As for the children, my husband feeds them whatever they want. Most times it's fast food, pizza, or heavily processed stuff. My oldest is being home schooled because she has gotten too big to fit in the school desks and it keeps the teachers and school nurse from sending letters home about the severity of her weight. Unfortunately being home all the time is packing the pounds on her... She just turned 9 and is probably 280 pounds. I so afraid that she will be diabetic before she hits puberty. My younger daughter is going to be 7 soon and is not far behind the older one. But they are happy and seem to be well adjusted. If the authorities get involved, their lives will be turned upside-down and that's not a good thing.
If I were you I would put on a display of shocking gluttony by eating so much you moan, scream, cry, and vomit all over her or near her while saying you cant walk any more.
You should turn his attention to her and help him fatten her with all the energy he is using on you, tell him she should eat twice the calories you eat and make him want her more and you can perhaps escape or loose some. Tell him you will never complain about his feedings again and will submit to endless funnel feedings if he fattens her more intensely than you and instead of you for 1 year. In exchange after 1 year of being left alone you promise to submit to a year of whatever he wants. You can escape in the meantime.
That won't work. I'm 826 pound as of today.. I can't escape without lots of help and a truck to transport me, and where would I go anyway? I can't go home to my mom's. I already tried that and it was a nightmare.
I am so scared that this is what my feeder will do, I am already basically immobile and I can already eat 30,000 calories in a day or more. I worry he will lose interest when I am too fat to care for myself and he looses interest. So far he hasnt said anything so I do not know if he has a replacement feedee as you mentioned in your life. However, he has gotten more sadistic and out of control with my feedings. For instance yesterday he said I had to gain another 50 lbs by the new year (2025) and If I failed he would put the 50 on me in January plus another 50 in Feb. He threatened with the funnel and I was genuinely scared I would die ** to my bed stuffed sick and immobile. I argued about this with him and that led to him getting super ** and making me eat a family pan of lasagna, a whole tray of brownies, and a gallon of ice cream. I am in so much pain I am crying and holding my belly while watching tv. I honestly would call the cops if I didnt know he would be able to talk them down before they came and would punish me in ways that make me terrified and nauseous. It is after 2 am now and he said he will wake me up at 3 am for a funneling session. I am worried ill be sick and he will flip out.
The cops won't help you. Fat people are considered victims of their own gluttony, greed, ** and sloth. At best they would try and put you in touch with social services while laughing behind your back. Social services would do nothing as well.. They would both see you as a gross fat dumb thing. If you were a criminal or a drug addict you would get better attention. Believe me I've been down that road. Unfortunately we share the same fate.
You deserve what you get in life, you disgusting fat pig.
Hopefully Thanksgiving wasn't too rough for you...I'm praying for you
Are you still around? I hope that you're doing okay. Are you still able to walk?
I'm not doing okay. I'm 812lbs and I'm basically immobile. Without help I cannot get out of bed, stand, or walk more than a few steps. I sweat profusely, I smell, I can't breathe without 4 liters of oxygen being pumped into me. I feel like death is closing in but I cannot stop eating. My husband feeds me insane amounts of food constantly. He told me that when I finally die, he will start over with another woman who he already has waiting in the wings and he is feeding her. I never thought I would end up like this but here I am, on the verge of dying like a big fat hog and it's my own fault. I was warned but I was stupid and ignored the warnings. I thought I was smarter than everyone else but I was wrong.
You need to get to a hospital. I would eat during your next session until you need to be at the hospital. Scare him and her and eat until your stomach almost rips. Then tell the doctors what he is doing.
He will never let me go to the hospital. He wants me to eat until I die.
Would you move into a home for recovering feedees and battered women? I'm wanting to open one.
I hope that you are doing at least somewhat well.
I'm doing the best I can under the oppressive circumstances. Thank you for asking.
I hope you have been okay. I have not been okay. My feet are husband has been feeding me sadistically I'm nauseous all day long. I'm stuffed nauseous from about 10:00 a.m. until I go to bed if I throw up he makes me eat more it's horrifying. Please tell me things are better for you and he has them in funnel-feeding you or making you eat until you throw up and then making you eat more I'm over 600 pounds now and I'm really scared
I'm sorry to hear that you are scared and having a bad time. I completely sympathize with your situation. I over 800lbs and most days I feel like I'm going to die. My husband is not funnel feeding me like he used to but he feeds me constantly and if I refuse, he takes it out on our children by feeding them a continuous stream of junk food. Consequently they are very heavy as well. So I just do as he wants and I sweat like a hog and I gasp for air and struggle to move. The only good thing about my situation is my husband can't keep his hands off me and he wants to make love to me constantly. Sometimes I almost get the feeling that he cares. It's kind of an ego boost eventhough I know it's just his need to objectify me and satisfy his kink.
Tell him he only gets ** if he refrains from feeding the children. Instead you would accept every extra calorie he would have fed them for yourself. He is then enticed by you instead.
How's it going, you beached whale? Have you hit the 800 pound mark yet. How are your obese kids. The older one must be starting school again. She's probably too fat to fit in a desk... 😆 You should be ashamed for letting her get that fat. It's child abuse.
Yes I'm 806lbs and yes my kids have started school. My oldest doesn't fit in a school desk which you are probably happy to hear since you seem to be perving on my kids.
How fat are your piggy kids now? Are they diabetic yet? If not it's not far away especially for the 220 pound piglet. You'll be shooting her up with insulin before she hit adolescence.
How's it going, you disgusting fat hog? Has your sicko husband started funneling you again? I'll bet for all your whining and crying you secretly like being an enormous whale. If you didn't, you would do something about your horrifying condition, I don't care what you say. It's all excuses.
You're a fat disgusting pig I hope you will die very soon from all that food. You should be ashamed. There are people starving in this world and Americans like you eat too much and get big and fat. Donate some of that food to the homeless starving children in Gaza. You could feed at least 10 of them with what you eat in 1 day. Fat American cow.
I assume you are from outside the US but please don't judge all Americans by me. I am in an unusual situation. I have basically been forced to be this size. If I had it my way, I would not choose to be this fat. As for elluding to Americans being selfish and eating too much while others starve around the world, that is not the fault of overweight people anywhere on this planet. That is the fault of geopolitical forces made up of a select few who are focused on greed and power. The US probably donates more money privately and in the form of government foreign aid than any other country on the globe. I do not know where you are from but I'll bet your country doesn't even issue half the humanitarian aid and money that we here in the US do.
Hey! How are your kids? They being left alone? I hope you are doing okay. It's a wild situation you're in.
A "wild" situation? Well I guess so. It's certainly not normal or the best situation for me and my children. The kids are pretty much left to eat what they want. I try to coach them on healthy eating but they ignore me. I'm not much of a role model in that respect and my husband just undos any influence I try to have over them. My oldest thinks it's cool that she is so fat because her friends are all chubby and she is the fattest one. She keeps saying that she wants to be just like me when she grows up. She thinks I'm beautiful and cool as do her little chubby friends. I have to admit it's kind of an ego boost to be looked upon by little admirers as something to aspire to. I know that sounds weird but that's just the way they have chosen to connect with me. 🤷♀️ As for me, I'm about the same, just a bloated, sweaty, heaving, pig just trying to survive another day.
Has he been any better since the 4th of july? Or has he kept the pace of feeding at that level of intensity? How's your stomach been feeling? I bet it feels like it's going to freaking explode
The intensity has slacked off some but he still feeds me tons of food and I keep eating it. I can't stop myself. I'm so blown up by the middle of the day that I can't breathe and have to be put on oxygen. I'm sweating constantly and the simple act of getting to the commode is exhausting. I feel like I have to deficate constantly and when I do it's massive. My husband has taken to putting plastic ** plugs in me so I can't go unless he let's me. I'm so uncomfortable but he doesn't care. He says I deserve it for being such a big pig. In many ways he is right. I let this happen and doing something about it now would require more effort than I can manage. I can't be without the food physically and emotionally. I've gained another 6 lbs since the 4th and I surprised it isn't more.
My feedee wife is 195 lbs and 5 ft 1 inch. She has finally given in, and now I've brought her up to about 5000 calories a day minimum however I will never take it to the extremes that your husband has but I do like to use a funnel on her until she begs for no more. How big should she get do you think before she needs to stop?
How big she should get should be entirely up to her. Don't force her to go beyond what she is comfortable with. If you do that, you will have a good relationship that will hopefully satisfy both your needs.
The thing is she is more into it than I am and has been wanting to go further and gain at least 200 lbs. She's been making herself eat not just when I am feeding her but wakes up at night to binge. She carries around shake in a thermos. Shpuld I encourage her?
Hope that you're coping, at least.
I'm trying.
I believe in you sweetheart. I'm the other feedee with a death feeder husband. Just know I'm thinking of you when you are suffering. I'm unable to sleep tonight because of his 4th of July "special celebration" as he put it. It was really just waking me up at 6 am and starting my feeding. He had already warned me the day before to cooperate or he would make it worse later. I was too full to speak all day and felt I'll. He made me eat a family sized costco pot pie and 2 quarts of melted ice cream before forcing me out of tve bedroom horrifyingly full to the backyard to show the relatives there for the holiday. They hadn't seen me all night until then thinking I was I'll.
It was so embarrassing I was sobbing when not gasping for air. He sat me down at the picnic table while people were doing fireworks and made me eat 4 hotdogs at about 1 am. I was scared to do anything as he was looking at me with venom. I did spit up on my belly on the last one but kept most of it in. He didn't say anything just put me to bed as fast as he could without me erupting. I've been up all night so far with anxiety and severe stomach pain and bought of nausea. I hope you are OK this holiday. I'm doubting ill be happy tomorrow or even able to leave my room. it's lonely
How did the 4th of July go for you?
My 4th wasn't much better. My husband dressed me in a tiny flag bikini and put my 793.2lb body on display in front of his friends and their thin fatophobic wives. His friends all brought pounds of potato salad, macaroni salad, ambrosia salad and cheese cake and other fattening foods and I was expected to eat all of it. They took turns feeding me and when I could eat no more, they force fed me. My husband kept shoving hotdogs and burger at me. This went on from around 1 pm until the sun went down. By the end of the day I was so blown up that I couldn't breathe or move so I rolled my eyes back and passed out. Then as I slowly came around it was completely dark. I could hear fireworks in the distance and I found myself being sexually assaulted by one of my husband's friends while his wife held my huge legs out of the way. The rest of the guests watched and were cheering. As I slowly came around, I was horrified to realize that while I was in my food stupefied state, I was actually enjoying it. I then learned that 2 other male guest and 1 of the women had already had me. I was told that I had multiple Os and that I was moaning like a **. The truth is, I think I was roofied, by who I can't say. It could have been any one of the people there. At least that's what I remember. I haven't decided if I should go to the police just yet. They probably wouldn't believe me anyway. They would probably just pretend to be concerned and then just laugh behind my back. My husband is claiming that I got drunk and imagined it but I don't think so. Unfortunately it's very foggy and the more time that passes, the more confused about what happened I become. Today he has gone to work and it's the first day in almost a week that I don't feel like I'm going to die or throw up. His sister will be here later today to watch me and she is just as mean and sadistic as he is. Please pray for me and my children. I will pray for you as well.
Have you been meeting his gaining targets? I am a feedee model and I am gaining with my boyfriend. I've gotten so big I'm getting scared of the endgame. I have tried talking about stopping but our rent is tied to my work. I feel trapped. I have been a model for 2 years and have gained over 120 lbs at 5 ft 2. Should I keep going and hope to save or stop? I am now 420 lbs
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.
You must look amazing, I'll bet you are rounder than you are tall. Do you have a website where I can see you? Is there a way to send you food so I can watch you eat it? I think supersized girls are the most beautiful girls. Please don't stop what you are doing.
My husband has no real gaining targets. It's just a vicious cycle of eating and gaining and growing. As long as I keep getting bigger and bigger he is happy,... for now. He wants to see me over 800lbs by end of summer but no exact number and it looks like It will make easily. In the past he has stated that he wants me to weigh at least 1000lbs but I will probably die before that. I believe a massively obese death is his ultimate goal for me. I've resigned myself to living with that as I am passed the point of no return physical and emotionally. I'm not strong enough and too dependent on food to do anything about it and there is no one to help me.
As to your question, should you stop? If you have any sense you will stop. Don't make the same mistakes I did. Back away while you still have the ability to do so. I know the money is probably great and the food and attention are intoxicating but it's time to find another occupation. Getting fatter and fatter for cash may look like a good idea up front but the consequences are horrific. Your health and quality of life will suffer more and more and you may even die. Is it really worth it?
Have you ever worried your stomach will actually rip?
While it is theoretically possible, it's very rare to almost impossible. Unless your body can ignore your gag reflex the chance if that happening are very remote.
It will probably happen to you, you disgusting bloated monster. It would be a fitting end for an obscene whale like you. I hope it happens in front of your squealing piglets so their young piggy eyes can see the wages of your sins. I hope you know that you will be going to ** in the end. That's where all gluttonous hogs go and your sick, perverse, blubber, fondling husband will be right there with you.
Thank you for brightening my day...😆 I'll be sure to give Satan your regards.
He will relapse and start funneling you again. I bet you will start to eqt more over time. just give in and ask for more and more till you burst or puke. thats your revenge
That's my worst fear. He is showing signs of being impatient with me for not eating enough or gaining as fast as he wants me to..He says that I need to be over 800lbs by the 4th of July. I will need to gain at least 22 lbs in a month to do that and he is insistent that I'm going to do it... He wants to put me in a string bikini and show me off in front of his friends at a pool party we are hosting.. The very idea of being paraded like a prize hog in front of his friend's and their skinny wives and girlfriends is horrifying to me. I start crying just thinking about it.
Thats an insane gain rate. Maybe just go for it and eat more than he thinks maybe a health scare is needed. At the very least make him clean up your funnel puke. I would make it difficult for him and expensive. i know its embarrassing but those jerks already are people whose opinion you shouldnt listen to. He will stop funneling if you cant keep it down as no calories in that.
He's not funnel feeding me yet but he is becoming more aggressive with getting me to eat. He's overfeeding the children again too and says he will stop feeding them so much if I just eat like a hog and gain more weight. I don't think I have a choice in this. I'm either going to have to gain the weight he wants or die trying. The really frightening part of this is if something happens to me, I don't know what will happen to my children. My husband is already talking about home schooling the oldest because she is getting so fat. She's only 81/2 and weighs almost 220lbs. She thinks it's great because all her little friends are chubby and she's the cubbiest one.
You should beg again to eat even more and let him funnel you to save the kids. Thats messed up on his part. Maybe if you offer to funnel for him as much as he likes he will take the deal
Maybe spare the kids if you offer to funnel as much as he wants. at this point they should take priority. I would eat more than he wants to distract him
A 220 pound 8 year old is criminal. You and your wacko husband should be charged with child abuse and the fat piglets should be removed from your custody and made wards of the state. At least then they will be slimed down to a normal weight.
You're a big fat disgusting slob and deserve every embarrassing thing that's coming to you. The truely sad thing in this is that your fat porky kids will end up dead or at best crippled from their obesity before they come of legal age.
You sound like an angry mean little person. She's fat and her kids are fat...So ** what. You have no interest in her life or her kids. Face it **, your fake concern and outrage is just an excuse to vent your hate. You're not fooling anyone. Go ** yourself with a rusty stiff wire brush.
Have you had a coronary yet, you fat disgusting pig? Will your weirdo husband be able to find a casket big enough to hold a fat monstrosity like you?