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I gained 400 lbs on purpose and regret it
My name is Ashley, I am 23 and I weight 658 lbs and I am 5 ft 3 inches tall. I am super morbidly obese and I did it all on purpose for my fetish and my boyfriend and also simply because I am a glutton. I regret my decision to fully commit to feederism, which if you dont know is the fetish of a feeder (typically male) feeding a feedee (typically female) to obscene levels and making or helping her gain weight to whatever the desired goal is. The problem is my boyfriend who I met in college at 18 is not just a feeder but a sadistic ** who gets off on control pain and ** alongside his feederism fetish. I met him and he was great, he introduced me to the fetish and we experimented with stuffing and I was ambivalent about it but loved how happy it made him. Oh how stupid I was, fast forward 5 years and I went from 258 ish pounds to 658 and I am so heavy I can barely walk without my knees wobbling and my belly (which hangs to my knees) sways so much and I have to lift it with my leg when I walk that I fear falling. Over the years during college my boyfriend and I got more into feederism with more intense feedings and initimacy which enthralled me more, but over time it got darker and more intense and eventually he would have me on the couch missing classes too full to move or speak for fear of projectile vomiting all over my dorm room. He would funnel feed me sometimes and loved to wait until I was horribly stuffed after a meal and couldnt stand easily to funnel melted ice cream into my stomach until I thought I would split in two. I am still with him and am so close to loosing my mobility that I fear trying to leave him, I think he senses my wanting to leave as I have asked to slow down many times only to find him presenting me with an extra meal the next day.
This has led to him stepping up his feeding and has started getting abusive and leaves me all day painfully stuffed and nauseous and therefore helpless to more food, I am afraid especially because I saw his search history and he was looking up a hashtag on tumblr called #death feederism, which after I looked at it scared me to death. Should I go to a hospital or call the cops? I moved across the country for him and for college so my support network is thin or nonexistent since he has become the one source of all my needs as I cannot work due to my weight. Some pay cycles when his paycheck arrives he will say I need to earn my rent and will establish a quota based on a percentage of his paycheck that I need to consume in extra calories (additional to my already insane consumption). This often would result in a couple thousand extra calories a day and a few lbs a week. Recently he has begun enjoying my pain and even though I say I am too full and sick he will funnel me another quart of melted ice cream leading to my either puking all over my shockingly distended gut or immobilized in pain for hours until he returns. How can I escape this? I am afraid he will feed me until I die and I am too groggy, nauseous, and stuffed all day that I cannot move my massive body easily which he often pushes me back down anyway with a donut or cake etc. I am scared for my life.
How big are you now? Can't wait until you pop.
Dumb disgusting fat cow.
So what's happened in the last few months since you posted? Exploded yet?
Fat pos pig... Just explode already.
Ashley, what is your address? Let's put a stop to this.
STFU... Stop white knighting this obese glutton. She deserves everything she gets... Fat gluttons have no societal value unless you boil them down for soap.
Im 735 lbs now and I have not been able to get up off the couch more than once or twice since I last posted. My stomach is grotesquite over stuffed all day and all night and I often struggle not to puke. I spend all day everyday to fold a move and crying all my husband makes me drink game shakes even though I often gag for being so full if I get sick he punishes me by making me eat more the next day I'm legitimately scared my stomach will rupture. Should I just give in?
You might as well give in, you have no hope of surviving so you may as well enjoy it. Any heart attacks yet?
Just give in. You're probably well past the point of no return so it would be fruitless and stupid not to just go with it. Face it piggy, you're going to die but you should have thought about that hundreds of pounds ago. I would say from experience that you probably have a year, maybe 2 at best before you make the news and have to be hauled away like a huge pile of sloppy garbage. Hopefully there is a hospital or a morgue near you that can handle your disgustingly bloated bulk.
You're basically screwed, fatty. He is going to feed you to death. I know because I did it to my first wife. She was a fat sow when we met around 350lbs and over our 16 year marriage I blew her up to over 910lbs. In the end she was very much bedbound, wallowing like a prize hog in her own sweat and stink. She had high BP, sleep apnea, blocked arteries and was insulin dependent. Her skin was so stretched in places that she oozed fluid that needed constant cleaning... She eventually passed from a coronary episode. It was fun to watch as her eyes bulge and she gasped for air while clutching her massive chest. She begged me to help her but it was just to satisfying to watch her fear, panic and agony. She was just shy of 40 years old. I'm currently working on another fat pig... She is around 450lbs and a 28 year old Latina. The fat pig was looking for a white sugar daddy so she could just eat and be a lazy sow... and she landed right in my clutches. She is dumb as a rock and greedy just the way I like my pigs. She has no clue what's instore for her. I intend to blow this one up to be as big as the last hog or maybe even bigger. There are so many girls today who are lazy entitled fatties. It's almost too easy...🤣
Did you know it was the end when your wife had that coronary episode or did you think she might survive?
I knew it was the end. It wasn't her first heart episode. She had 2 others that were comparatively mild a few months before. Her cardiologist told me that if she didn't lose weight and have double by-pass surgery that her next episode would be her last... There was no helping her. She was an unrepentant glutton and refused to listen to anyone or anything besides her stomach.
You're a murderer.
You can't murder a pig.
Doing the same to my wife and i cant wait to get to watch her fade away clenching her chest too shes 33 now and 374lbs i very badly wanna fatten her to death before shes 40
Are you still stuffing yourself, you fat slob?
Yes I am, I've put on over 50 lb in the past month or two and I spend everyday fall to the point of nausea and I get photo effect twice a day if I'm good. I'm begging to stop but instead it brought some stuff to make me gag and scream and if I don't get sick he makes me eat more. I've almost had to go to the hospital because of how much I've eaten
You'll be dead soon if you don't start saying "NO". It's perfectly okay to be a big fat pig and have a husband/boyfriend who feeds you, takes care of you, and sees to your every need. But it's not okay to be stuffed sadistically by a madman until you die like a big bloated beached whale. One day your stomach will rupture and you will die in extreme pain... Is that what you want? One other young lady who posted on here appears to have expired, you will be next if you don't stop the insanity.
Fat life, short life.... That's the way it should be for fat pigs.
Are you 700lbs yet?
How was Christmas, you fat whale.. Did your sick feeder stuff you until you nearly popped? You're a greedy, obese, disgusting glutton and I hope you die a pigs death.
Yes he did, you have no idea, he fed me over 15,000 calories and I was miserably stuffed all day, I puked 4 times and he got so mad and made me eat again to make up the calories,
I can barely walk now, and fear my belly being so big and lower than my knees now it throws me off balance and I will fall.
I literally thought my stomach would rip apart.
Your lucky he didn't make you eat the puke. You deserve what you get, you big fat thing.
You did this to yourself. you woke up every day for 5 years and ate and ate and ate, because you wanted to and because you enjoyed it. nobody forced you to let yourself get enormously fat, you need to admit that you are a greedy fat hedonistic pig, and that you want to be like this. I bet you're still stuffing your fat face with food even now, because you cant help yourself. its not your bf's fault, you like this and you wanted this, you need to admit that.
Exactly. All the whining and crying is just a bid for attention. The fat pig wants more food... All they can get... Until they literally blow up and die.
Just, eat, eat, eat and make your wierdo feeder happy. You're a big fat disgusting smelly slob so be thankful that someone actually wants you in their lives.
You sound like a feeder honestly. Tell me I'm lying that you would fatten me too?
Pigs should be fattened. They should be fed to death. That is their lot in life. The only time they truly regret being a big fat greedy slob is when the inevitable is upon them...death.... Fat life, short life and that's they way it should be.
Ashley, you need to trust your instincts and get out of the boyfriend relationship any way possible. I know it's hard to leave because you don't know where to go, and you cannot live independently because of your disability. Think of it this way. If you leave your boyfriend, you have a chance to live for another 20 to 30 years. if you stay with him and he keeps force-feeding you, you could die much sooner. Clearly, you want to live.
What are your options? You mentioned two: calling the cops and going to the hospital. If you call 911 (anywhere in the US or Canada), you will likely get a response from both a police officer and a medical ambulance. Many hospitals are equipped for patients your size. Your level of obesity is extremely dangerous, with a body mass index of 116, about 4 times as heavy as 30 BMI, which is the lowest level of obesity.
You have some less dramatic options if you aren't willing to call 911 right now. In some ways, this is a story of domestic abuse. Many cities have shelters for battered women. One of my clients, whom I helped at my job, left her husband and spent time in a shelter, and got help from social workers. Maybe the solution involves a hospital now, then a shelter after you ate discharged from hospital.
There are so many nonprofit organizations who are looking for people like you to call them. If you are smart enough (and have the technology) to tell your story on this forum, you are equally able to search for "social worker near me" or "domestic abuse shelter near me."
Good luck. I pray for your recovery.
Very well said
Oh look another white knight Greenpeace reject looking save a walrus... Go away simp.
I consider doing this but he told me randomly a couple weeks ago that if I ever tried to contact help including family members that he would move away again or take me away or hide me Etc but the one thing he said he would certainly do forever try to escape or get help is that he would tie me to the bed and feed me without letting me get up not even to go to the bathroom until I was backing him to stop and then I wouldn't try to escape again. Space 6 months ago I tried to get out of the house and talk to my neighbor and see if I can get some help but I couldn't even make it to the front door before my belly was too heavy and I was too full and I feel like I was going to collapse at this point I barely made it back to the bed in a few minutes later he came home and noticed me sweating and gasping surmised what had happened and proceeded to funnel feed me after massive meal and told me I had to keep it down and I barely did but I spent all night trying not to get sick. By the way possibly Escape when he looks at my phone and monitors the calls they won't even let me have it unless he knows what I'm going to text her I'm going to text in the meantime I'm kept full all day long to the point of nearly vomiting and certainly do forward to heavy to walk more than a few feet I'm generally frightened. Should I just give up and keep eating?
Ashley, I am the guy who wrote the long note earlier about praying for your recovery. Based on your response here, you need to call 911 now. Don't be afraid of him.
I want to add to what I just wrote. You can text 911 in certain locations using your phone's text messaging app. He is literally killing you. You need to fight for your life. Do not give in.
STFU simp. God, people like you are just so pathetic. Go join a dating site for beached whales and get your perverse jollies like all the other balloon handlers.
Just keep eating like a pig, it's what you really want. Being hugely fat is a thing now just embrace it.
Sometimes I feel like this is the only solution it's just to give up and accelerate my eating to keep my day-to-day life happy and give myself to the point where I'm such a burden on him that he gives up feeding me or I die I'm thinking of my start eating even more than he expects just accelerate that process and maybe even get myself in the hospital with a ruptured stomach not even kidding. Today I had 15,000 calories before noon it's been 3 hours trying not to puke and the new Final fed me all over the rest of the day huge dinner and then more ice cream after that I'm currently so full can't speak and I'm seeing double. I Make It Sick honestly I can't do that last week..
I can and will help you 86kelso@gmail.com
Get bent, white knight. Just go away. She doesn't need your help. She needs condemnation and fat shaming for being such a pathetic fat hog. Shame is the great motivator for these lazy gross pigs.
Shame doesn't work in everything! Shame also makes people do things to harm themselves so I would be a little nicer and think things through before I tried to be a therapist
Yeah, keep coddling the pigs. In their minds it just shifts the blame for their gluttony to someone or something else... Oh "mommy and daddy hug me enough" or "I was sexually molested by the mailman" or some weak ** like that.
Sure you aren't another feeder?