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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.
When did you start to notice that things were getting out of hand with your gain?
I don't really know the exact point where it was getting out of hand. It just sort of happened little by little as my appetite grew and grew. I guess when I really decided I was getting too big was when my family started becoming concerned. By then I was probably around 500 pounds and doing normal everyday things like climbing a few stairs or getting in and out of a car was very becoming difficult.
You could distract him by getting him interested in a new slimmer feedee to catch his eye. Maybe a new object to obsess over would take some pressure off you.
I can't do that. I won't help him victimize some other poor unsuspecting woman. Most feedees, like my self, get into this kink for acceptance, love and validation. After being told all your life that being fat is bad and that your body is unacceptable, you finally find someone who accepts and supposedly loves you for who and what you are. The empowerment you get from this is intoxicating. You finally feel like you're a desirable person and that all your feelings of inadequacy based on your weight have been lifted from you.. This is why it is so easy for predatory feeders to prey upon fat women.
You are a good person with a conscience. How often does he make you funnel? Does he do it right after a stuffing? That would be cruel if so especially if it's more than 12 oz. I'll bet your stomach hurts after funneling, I'm so sorry. he hasn't funnel fed your kids has he?
Thank you but I don’t feel like such a good person. I feel like a weak fat slob that can't even protect her children. I'm just a worthless fat whale stuck to this chair. No, he hasn't funnel fed the children. The sad part is the children have watched him do it to me and my oldest wants to try it. They see the chocolate flavored weight gain shakes he mixes up and they want to drink it. Fortunately he only funnel feeds me when he is pressed for time and can't prepare a proper meal for me or he will do it between meals when he wants to be especially aggressive. The weeks before and leading up to Thanksgiving were the worst. He funnel fed me every day and sometimes twice a day. He did it to show off how much weight I was gaining and embarrass me in front of his family.
I bet you felt absolutely stuffed all day long. Uncomfortable and bloated. sorry he is so ** you. How does he know when to stop feeding you? do you just say I'm full and he's good with it?
Do his evil family members ever feed you?
You are too ** yourself. there are people who care in this world.
You have a good husband. Just eat and do what he wants. If he didn't love you he wouldn't feed you like pig. He shows his love with food and face facts, you love being the center of his world. It's your lot in life to be an enormous blue ribbon size pig.
What's the big deal? Some people just love to eat and become enormous. I fed my first wife and made her huge. She enjoyed every minute of it and every aspect of our relationship up until the end.
"Until the end"??? What end are you talking about? I don't like the sound of that?
Ignore this troll he is just like your husband.
Yes I know but it sounded so ominous. "The end". I want to know what that "end" is and is it the same end I'm headed for.
I don't know what end you are headed for but you could probably make it better if you stopped fighting it. You're going to die of your obesity, it just a matter of when so enjoy all the food you are being given.
I'm not a troll. I just think the OP should stop fighting the situation. Maybe if she just ate like a pig without having to be forced her husband wouldn't be so mean to her and she would enjoy her life more.
How heavy was she at the end? What was her starting weight? Did you force feed her or funnel feed her like OP's husband?
What is the most you've ever fed her? Ever push her past the edge?
Are you married now and are you feeding her too?
Her heaviest was 886 lbs. When we started she was 450 lbs. Yes we experimented with funnel feeding but it was never forced. I never forced my wife to eat. She was just a natural glutton. She died 8 years ago and I have never remarried and I don't intend to.
Try posting?
I would tell him to keep feeding me when you hit your limit just to watch him have to clean it up.
What happens if you eat past your limit and get sick, would your husband freak out and make you eat more or tend to you? What is the most you have eaten to placate him?
I never seem to get sick enough to throw up. I'm not sure what he would do if I did. I'm sure it won't be fun... He has told me that if I try to purge, he will just make me eat more.. He seems to know my limit and pushes it just a little at a time so my limit just grows and I gain more and more weight. I usually get fed anywhere from 9,000 to 12,000 calories a day, by my husband's calculations but it can be as high as 15,000 on special occasions. The holidays are especially ** me as he feeds me a lot more. I'm actually dreading Christmas as he will feed me non stop the entire day and it will happen in front of his family who will make fun of me and call me embarrassing names.
I see, I'm sorry you are going through this. I wonder if you throwing up all over in front of his family would put a stop to him parading you in front of them.
I wonder if he would be willing to leave you alone for a day or half a day if you stuffed yourself extra hard beforehand. could gove you time to plan on how to leave him.
They would probably call me even worse names. I've come to realize that my husband's family is very sadistic and that is the reason why he is how he is. They get off on degrading others that they see as inferior. They call it "tough love" but they get far too much enjoyment from it. They are even starting to make comments about my oldest daughter and her weight. My mother-in-law called her a "little piggy" on Thanksgiving and told her that she was going to end up a big fatso just like her mom, meaning me. I told her to stop but it didn't make any difference to that awful woman.
Even if my husband gave me a break for a day, at this size, I could never get away. I have no place to go. I can't walk more than 20 or so feet without stopping to sit down and catch my breath. I can't even stand up without help. My husband knows this and is making sure it stays this way or worse. He has already said that he is going to make me into the fattest woman in the world. My own belly and addiction to food has trapped me in this situation. The best I can hope for now, is a major health event and if I survive, a trip to the hospital where they will hopefully help me. But having no health insurance of my own, even that is dicey. Thanks for your concern, it helps to talk about it and know that there are people who have some empathy.
Don't be so ** yourself it is his fault no doubt. You are holding it together for your kids.
I wonder if you could find somebody in your area that could help through physically removing you from the house. they may be able to help you emotionally too. I'll bet you could find people on feederism sites that would be willing to help you or other social media.
As for Christmas, some strategies you could try are
1 make a complicated menu that would have him cooking all day.
2 Stuff yourself beforehand so when he goes to feed you there's only so much you can take and he will be forced to either keep feeding you (and risk having to clean up sick) or give up.
3 maybe ask him if he would decrease the funneling on xmas so you can have more room for good food. this will take up a lot more time.
I'll bet it's hard to enjoy food when he is forcing you to overeat. Are you just constantly nauseous?
Are you even mobile at this point?
Not without help. If a I have to get up from the couch of out of bed by myself it takes forever and I'm so out of breath that I just sit back down again. I can't even get up to get to the bathroom by myself and have to wait for my husband to help me. If I have an accident he berates me calls me the most degrading names... And he is right. I'm a big fat disgusting slob and I let it get this bad...It's awful being this big. I weighed 752 pounds yesterday. My husband is feeding me constantly and I'm so bloated most of the time that I can barely breathe. He wants me to weigh at least 1000 pounds and be the fattest woman in the world. I don't want to be known for that. I don't want my children and family remembering me as the fattest woman in the world. I can't even imagine how embarrassing it will be for them. I would love to get weight loss surgery but my husband would never allow it and I don’t even know how I would get the money or get to a doctor on my own.
I think you should just go for it and become the fattest woman in the world. The idea of that is so hot.
It's probably her fate to be the fattest woman in the world and she deserves it for letting this happen to herself. She could nipped this in the bud when she wasn't so enormously fat and helpless.
As cold-hearted as you sound you are probably right. I deserve what is happening to me. I could have and should have changed course years ago.
What's wrong with wanting a ** wife? Mine is fat and I feed her lots. She's not as big as you but she's getting there. Just sit back and enjoy being the big fat object of your husband's desire. Eat to your heart and bellies content and enjoy the loven he gives you. Don't fight what should be a very enjoyable experience. My wife learned a long time ago that just eating and indulging your appetite is far better than always dieting and trying to lose weight that never happens.
There is nothing wrong with wanting a fat wife. Just don't force them to be fat like my husband has done with me. I've always been heavier than average. Even as a child I was always the fattest one but I was always kept under reasonable control by my parents and myself as I got older. I would have no problem being fat if I could get around without help or without feeling like I was going to pass out. I would also have no problem eating to stay fat as long as it wasn't forced upon me with the express purpose of making me bigger and bigger. I want to be small enough to be an active part of my children's lives and provide a proper role model for them. I don't want them to remember me as this huge, bloated up, disgusting, blob that I have become. All I do is sit here like a puffed up toad, while my husband stuffs my fat ugly face while he sexually assaults me, and then all I do is burp, **, sleep, and **. That's my entire life and at times I just want to die.
Women, especially wives are meant to be fat. The fatter the better.
You really need to just let go and eat like your husband wants you to. Keep getting fatter and fatter, relax and enjoy yourself. You are obviously meant to be a prize hog so just live it. It will be easier on you in the end. As for your children, just let them be fat too. Fat kids are pretty much the norm and they are getting fatter with each passing generation.
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Why, so you can ask for pics and get off ?
Only you can stop it , or get out .
I can't stop it or get out. I'm too heavy, too large. My family has basically disowned me sp they are no help. I have no means of income and nowhere to go. A friend of was going to take me in but I cannot get into her condo (too many stairs). I'm pretty much stuck. I don't really care about myself anymore. I just worry about my children.
STFU and eat.
So I can die all the quicker. Thanks **.
So, did you get your scale and how much to you weigh now? Are you over 700 and are you at least enjoying all that fattening food?... My wife is around 450lbs and she loves to eat and I love to feed her. We have 2 daughters as well and both are pretty chubby. They like to eat too and some of their friends are fatties as well. It seems pretty common these days for kids to be obese.
Yes the new scale is in. My husband forced me onto it in front of his friends and family. I weighed 736lbs. They were all calling me names like "fat slob", "fat pig", etc. My father-in-law called me "Jabba the **" and an unfit mother right in front of our daughters and they were crying. I felt so awful for them. They don't deserve to be saddled with such a big fat mommy. They deserve a mom that will help them become healthy and active and not be embarrassed by their fat mom and their own weight. My husband is overfeeding our children again. Our oldest just turned 8 last week and she weighs almost 200lbs. I'm so afraid that she is going to become diabetic and child welfare will take her from us. I told my husband that I would eat and get as fat as he wants if he would just stop feeding the children so much... He just ignores my pleas to stop and feeds them all the more. He is now force feeding me weight gain shakes with a funnel almost everyday and the weight is just piling on... I married a monster.
You deserve what you get, you fat slob.
Just do your job as a fat pig. Please your husband, allow him to stuff you and stick it in you until you blow up and explode. You're a grossly obese smelly hog and your husband likes you that way. Consider yourself lucky because a whale like you wouldn't be able to exist without your husband taking care of you the way he does. And come clean, you like it this way. You landwhales are all alike. You complain about your weight and claim to be so unhappy but in reality you would rather be fed and stuffed and pampered than being put on a diet and forced to reduce your obscene size. The prize pig life is for you and you know it.
Hope you're doing okay, even at 700+lbs.
Thank you. I'm doing the best I can. Giving in to my husbands demands has made it a bit easier on me as he now isn't so aggressive with his insistence on stuffing me. Best of all he isn't overfeeding our children anymore and they have lost a little bit of weight. Me on the otherhand; I've gained a bit. At least I think I have. I sure feel like I have... Our current scale only went to 700 so I don't really know what I weigh at the moment and I don't really want to. A new scale is on order that goes up to 1500 lbs but it's on back-order and isn't due in for another month. I have no doubt that I will be horrified when I finally get on it, if I don't die first. I still feel like I'm going to burst most days. I sweat constantly and it's getting harder to breathe without oxygen but some of the stress of worrying about my children has been lifted so that's a good thing. Also not being so aggressively forced to eat has returned some of my joy of food and eating again. I know it's going to kill me sooner than later but it's one of the few pleasures I have left? Thanks again for your concern.
I'm glad that you're doing as well as you can be. Least your kids aren't being overfed, and you are enjoying eating again. Hope you're still okay, even if you feel like you have no way out, and even at more than 700lbs. I'll be praying for you
Thank you again for your compassion. Unfortunately I spoke too soon. My husband is aggressively stuffing me again. Between focing himself on me sexually and shoving food at me, he barely gives me a moments rest. He has even taken to keeping me confined to a chair and funnel feeding me like foies gras goose all hours of the day and night. I can almost feel my liver swelling up as I write this. Pretty soon I won't be able walk at all without his help. He wants it that way and he wants me to be the fattest woman in the world. He said he wants to put at least another 50lbs on me by years end. This is a nightmare I can't seem to wake up from but thank you for your concern. Not many people would actually give a ** about a big fat slob like me. Most people just look at my swollen body and say "what a pig, she deserves it".... And they as probably right.
You do deserve it, you landwhale.
Have you found out your exact weight yet?
How is life at 700+lbs? Are you still somewhat mobile?
Have you given in? How are things going for you now?
I guess I've pretty much stopped fighting it. I don't have much choice but I'm still fighting for my children. The other week my 7 year old came home from school with a note from the school nurse. The note was basically a threat stating that if I didn't take my daughter to a pediatrician to be put on a weight-loss plan, the school would contact one for us and involve child services. I explained this to my husband and he has agreed to back off on feeding my two girls so much as long as I continue to eat and gain as much weight as he wants. I don't want to lose my children so what can I really do. The other day I tipped the scale at 697 pounds. He's really pushing me hard to get over 700lbs and I can't stop it. Ultimately he wants me to weigh at least 1000lbs and claim the title of the world's heaviest woman. He told me that is his goal and end game... I probably won't live to see that but I'll do whatever he wants if he stops feeding our children so much. The only thing left to me now is prayer. Please pray for me because most days I feel like I'm going to just pop.
You get what you deserve, piggy.
So I deserve to be treated like ** and fed huge quantities of junk food just so my sicko husband can get off on my fat and my ultimate death???? Somehow I don't think that's how a relationship should work. I don't think anyone deserves to be treated like a piece of livestock and that is exactly how I feel.
Yes. Fat pigs deserve no less. You will be fed until you expire gasping out your last breaths while you are still thinking about and craving your next meal full of grease, salt and sugar.
Just eat and eat, you dumb fat slob. Feed your porky kids too. Every group of kids need a few fatties to make fun of and torment. Especially if they have a huge prize hog for a mum. 😆😆😆
What did you do for the 4th of July?
We had some of my husbands friends over and had a barbecue/pool party with fireworks. Some of the guest hadn't seen me in years and were obviously shocked at how much weight I've gained. Some even made comments about my size. It was embarrassing being in a bathing suite in front of these people but I'm most comfortable in our pool where my weight is more easily supported. I've been spending a lot of time in the pool this year. It really takes the load off my back and knees.
Whales belong in the water.