#Healthplay

[famousheartphantom]

Missconception

you seem to think that my personal objective is to fatten you up. To enjoy seeing you gaining weight as fast as possible by my hand.

And although that helds some true, it isnt really the process im trying to do.

You see, im not trying to fatten you up. Im trying to make YOU fatten yourself up.

Im just enabling you, im giving you the tools. Im giving everything you need to become an increasingly unhealthy blob of lard. And you fall for it every single time.

I buy extra food? You eat it

I bring snacks? You devour them

I take care of the house? You dont move from the couch

I bring you bigger clothes? You grow to fill them up.

The one burying that body of yours in fat is not me. Its you. It has always been you.

My true objective was to see your path to absolute decadence. To see you becoming a lazy, weak, unhealthy blob all by your own hand.

#death feederism #death feederist #death feedist #death feedee #health play #healthplay #death feeder #glorify obesity

[deathfeedingfan]

When Scott came into the hospital with a suspected broken ankle he expected to be walking out a few hours later. Luckily, nurse Joy was there to catch his dangerously low levels and start an agressive course of treatment, making sure he'd never be able to walk anywhere ever again.

#death feederism #death feedist #fatten you to death #fatter is better #death feeder #morbidly obese #immobile feedee #obese piggy #feeder fantasy #healthplay #my stuff #fat slob #die fat for me #female death feeder #blobification

[hopelessfataddict]

The idea of being absolutely RUINED by a dominant feeder>>>>>

#healthplay #death feederism #death feedist #dark feederism #slob kink #fat slob #death feedee #glorify obesity #slob #death feedism

[adiproseprose]

Pig Status: Released

You swell with each suckle of the machine, thick shake violently dumping itself down your throat and into your arteries. Into your belly. It stretches down to your shins, now, an endless void of creamy white fat, keeping you pinned to your hospital bed. You don’t know how long you’ve been here. There is no day, no night. No one but you. Pump. Swallow. Pump. Swallow. 

You’re propped up on the bed in a way that gives you a view of your endlessly growing expanse. Diabetic, fat padded feet that grow worryingly swollen and red. Tits two garbage bags of meat stretching down to the center of your stomach. The real centerpiece is all your but hips. A spread of lard, dripping off the sides of your hospital bed, inching towards the floor with each calorie. Tubby hands to fat to close, skin stretched so tight you can hardly feel them. 

A sharp tingle runs down your shoulder, and your increasingly degrading muscles are overcome by weakness. Your swallowing, normally rhythmic and robotic, becomes more panicked. You muffle cries as your heart beats become harder and more painful, quick bursts of sharpness radiate throughout your whole upper body. The fat laden substance being forced into you, clogging each organ and ridding you of basic human function. Wheezing through your nose oxygen barely grazing your blubber, choked lungs as you wiggle your upper arms, cry desperate, muffled cries, anything to make it stop. 

What you didn’t expect, however, was for the tube shoved so far down your throat that refusing to swallow was impossible, wiring and slowly depositing itself from your mouth. You gasp, thick shake still coating your mouth, taking in air for the first time in ages. You pant underneath your own mass, and let out a massive BURP that echoes throughout the room. You want to look around, but your fat neck and blobby double chin prevent you from doing so. The pain in your chest is lessened from your fatty intake suddenly being striped, and the heart attack slowly goes into remission, the endless throbbing pain in your weakened muscles remaining the same. 

Slowly, you swing one massive leg over the side of the bed. Just lifting it takes up a huge portion of your energy, actually bending your strained joints a whole other story. A thick ring of sweat has surrounded your collar by the time you’ve actually managed to scoot your massive ass to the edge of the bed, heaving and panting. 

Now comes the real challenge: putting stress on your legs, which God knows you haven’t done in literal decades. Everytime you put stress on your knees, tears buildup in your eyes from the sheer amount of pain. You gasp and struggle, the very edge of your cellulite packaged, ample stomach hitting the floor as gravity does everything in her power to keep you glued to that bed. But you’re up. Each step invokes a sharp throb in your chest, arms too weak to even grab the flab hidden organ. 

Now let’s see you waddle to the door, piggy.

#fat piggy #healthplay #death feedee #death feedism fiction #weight gain fiction #weight gain writing #extreme weight gain #female feedee #weight gain #extreme feedism #queer feedist #queer feedism #death feedist #death feederism #dark feedism #dark feederism

[psyphigirl]

"May I See Her?"

TW: Immobility, Health Play, Hospital Setting, "Asphyxiation"

A person is admitted to the most advanced bariatric health center, where they must be subjected to constant and intense mechanical medical care

(I'm not sure the tw list is entirely exhaustive as I don't know how to define some of the things I wrote about. Please feel free to give any suggestions you feel I need to include!)

The doctor looked at me as though I had two heads, he just didn't understand the question.

"I- I don't know. There ... there isn't a lot left to see. You didn't really ... leave us with a lot ..."

I had weird mixed feelings about how he said that. Shame, guilt, fear ... pride, wonder, lust. What could they possibly have done to her?

"You can come in about 11.00 on Thursday morning, if you really do want to see her", he said flatly

"Thank you, Doctor. I'll be in then."

I hang up and sit back on my bed. I should really be getting to bed soon but I can't bear the thought of going to sleep just yet, so I go in to her old room. Just to remember her.

The room looks so much smaller without her in it. For the first time in years I can actually stand anywhere I want without fear of standing on her flesh or on a cable or tube she needs to function. The room's been stripped almost bare from the kit I used to tend to her. The oxygen pump is gone, the feeding tube has been retired, even the fridges have been wheeled away. I can see an almost perfect outline of her rear on the wall behind her, painted with sweat into the wallpaper. Her mattress is still here, it's been crushed to about a quarter of it's normal height after years of propping up a mass measured in metric tons.

I'm almost glad to see her in a proper care center: All this tech is ancient. Held together with tape and staples. It's a wonder it failed as infrequently as it did...

That's enough remembering for tonight

...

Beep beep beep

That's the alarm. Seven o'clock. Get up, get dressed, go to the kitchen. What's in the fridge? Not a lot. A dozen eggs and half a loaf of toast should be fine. I can fit two slices per slot in the four slot toaster and have them done in two minutes. I can fit three eggs in a pan per two pans. It takes five minutes to cook them and have them done in ten minutes. Hopefully I can have this done before she wakes up-

Oh.

I turn the stovetop off and unplug the toaster. For the first time in years I don't have to center my daily schedule around caring for my helpless other half. It takes about an hour to get to the hospital. So I have three hours to kill ... somehow

...

"Oh, it's you. It- She's right this way"

The doctor lead me down a corridor, with a sign above it reading "ICU". Is it that bad? It must be. I was lead all the way down to the end of the corridor. The very last door in the ICU of the most advanced bariatric care center the fattest country in the world has to offer. I really did a number on her.

"Now. I should warn you. She's very ... fragile. You just need to be careful. Do you understand?"

"Yes, doctor, I think so"

His mouth jerks to the side and he turns away from me. I could have sworn I heard him say "I'm sure"

He opens the door and I see her.

She's nothing more than a mound of flesh, decorated by a spidersweb of wires and tubes, moniters and dials.

"Jeez, doc. Is this all really necessary?"

He looks at me with a subtle and frightening rage, "Yes. If even one of these machines failed, or one of these cables disconnected," he looks almost disappointed, "She wouldn't last long."

I don't respond. All I can do is gawk at her.

"This one here, for example", He gestures to a machine containing a series of combustion pistons, "That's her heart. There's no way her actual heart can pump blood around the rest of her body without assistance."

He points to another one, a pair of pumps under a turbine, "Those are her lungs."

And another, "That's her liver. There's no machine in here that isn't essential to her continued survival. Her body just doesn't work anymore. Technically ... she ... isn't that person in the center of this room anymore. She's ..." He struggles to find his words for a minute, "She's pretty much the room itself"

I take a minute to comprehend what that means. I'm inside her. Staring at her bare soul

"Doctor," I inquire, "Could I be left alone with her for a little while?"

He looks right through me and approaches, "Her diet is automated. Don't think you can do any more damage"

He leaves heavyfooted and disgusted at what I did to her. I almost don't blame him

"Hi dear. Can you hear? It's me."

I wait. I get no response.

"I know you may resent, or even fear me. But you're safe now, love. I can do you no harm. Now that I say it out loud I'm even sure that's entirely true. If that's your lungs, then that tube must be intake. So which tube feeds you the oxygen? This one here? Next to my boot?"

Her heart beats visibly faster.

"That's a yes. What happens if I ..."

I lightly squish the thick clear plastic tube with my heel. The rhythm of the machinery is changed, tarnished even.

Her heart beats visibly faster again.

"I like that response. See it could be fear, couldn't it ..."

I press a little deeper

"Your mouth feels dry. Your temples feel tight. Your lungs, your real ones I mean, are burning. It hurts and you're afraid."

I press a little deeper

"Or maybe. Just maybe ..."

I connect my heel all the way to the floor

"It's lust?"

#extreme feedism #extreme feedee #extreme feeder #healthplay #immobility #death feedee #death feeder #robot girl #berrywrites

[lilfatboy100]

Junk Food Addiction part 1

It didn't take long for you to stop wanting to gain clean. At 200 pounds, you had a thin layer of creamy fat on your body despite stuffing yourself all day every day. I warned you about health problems, which only flustered you, and I warned you about your early death, which you didn't care about. The next morning I woke up much earlier than you did and threw out all of your usual food, going to the store and replacing it with garbage. You woke up to the sound of greasy bacon frying in a pan and hurried out to the kitchen where two boxes of the biggest, heaviest donuts I could find were sitting at your spot at the table.

You quickly ate them all and happily accepted the pile of bacon I made for you as well.

"Gaining like this is so much better already!" you exclaimed, your stomach still rumbling.

You made your way to the fridge and found it filled with everything you dreamed about having: heavy cream, candy bars, fatty meats, soda, cake, and more, and when you looked in the freezer it was more fattening delights: all manner of ice cream and frozen food I would bake for you if you asked. You grabbed a tub of ice cream and sat down at the couch with it, quickly polishing half of it off in front of the TV.

Throughout the first day, you ate anything you wanted and everything I put in front of you, which led to your stomach gurgling and churning all the junk it wasn't used to as well as bloating. You paid it no mind, you were more excited that you'd eaten over 5000 calories in junk instead of 3000 in clean food easily.

In only a couple of weeks, you started gaining like a pig pumped full of grease, gaining 10 pounds in two weeks. You'd never had a gain that big before, and it pushed you to keep pushing yourself to eat past your limits every single day in hopes to keep eating more and more calories. Your gain eventually slowed down to three pounds a week, but you were still gaining steadily.

To keep your gaining up, I made you stay on the couch as long as possible each day, where all you had to do was ask and I'd bring you food, whatever and however much you wanted. You were very greedy and always asked me for food, so I brought it to you. Obesity found you very quickly, and you kept going further and further in the pursuit of more flab to play with when you got bored.

It worked and you blimped, swelling to 310 pounds over the next year. For Christmas, you met my family, who were fascinated at your appetite more than concerned at how fat you were. You had your first major health issue at this point, because you had been so lazy your leg muscles atrophied and were swallowed by fat, meaning you could barely waddle without wheezing. You took this as a reason to never move unless you absolutely had to, and the fact that you had finally grown too fat to do much of anything excited you.

I found out about two weeks later when I asked that you wanted to be *more* unhealthy than you were, and that you were excited to start having real health issues. You asked me to make you gainer shakes, the unhealthiest I could think of, so I came up with a sweet shake. It was made of sweetened condensed milk, corn syrup, heavy cream, ice cream, milk, sugar, and some soda to thin it out, and it was packed with unhealthy calories that would clog your insides. You loved to chug it as often as you could, and you started blimping again. You also asked to have all of your food fried and all of your drinks to have extra sugar mixed in, both of which I obliged to.

Your first doctor's appointment after you started gaining led to recommendations for weight loss programs, personal trainers, and diets to make you healthier again and to lose the pure fat you had put on.

"Ha! Like I'd ever lose an ounce of any of this lovely lard!" You said once we got in the car, slapping your belly.

You gleefully chugged two pitchers of sweet shake when we got home after glutting yourself on McDonald's on the way, finally sitting yourself down with a tub of ice cream while waiting for me to give you the plate of fried food you asked for.

When you reached 500 pounds in another year, you had diabetes, hypertension, and an early stage of fatty liver disease, as well as having atrophied and drowned your muscles in flab and bring barely able to move.

#death feedism #healthplay #health issues #bhm #fat bhm #fatty #unhealthy

[death-feeder]

💝 Happy Fat Valentine's Day 💝

Feel your bellies grow bigger and bigger grow for your partner grow for me and most importantly grow fast the world needs to be a fatter place fat means peace and love grow fat to save the world

Pic made By: AyBeeArt

#fat Valentine's Day #death feederism #death feeder #death feedist #fatten you to death #female death feeder #love them immobile #death feeder girl #immobile lover #love death feederism #love watching your grow #glorify death feederism #world needs to be fatter #healthplay

[famousheartphantom]

Just a few steps

Great. Your feeder is late from work again and you ran out of reachable snacks...You will have to get up and get more.

You do the motion to get into a sit up position in your bed. You struggle a lot and end up building a sweat as well as wheezing a bit, this was definitely not your strong point. It was obvious, afterall you were 590 lbs of pure raw fat who barely did any exercise.

Heck, you got an accelerated heart rate just from watching TV on the couch a few days ago.

Despite this you try to stand up. Which involves many tactics to use all of your weight to propel yourself forward, as it in for now, it's almost impossible for you to get up just by sheer force, you had none of that.

After what appears like an eternity you manage to stand on your feet....they hurt, your joints do to. Oh hell, your lungs are burning, you are sweating bullets while breathing so heavily and worst of all ...your heart is beating...irregularly? It burns but feels cold at the same time.

You whine in place as it hurts you from every angle. To have such an empty stomach, all the other stuff you could handle, sorta, but you needed to eat so badly...

You force yourself to take a step. Only for your body to betray you and fall backwards into the bed as you loose your balance.

Luckily the reinforced bariatric bed cushions your fall. But you are in the same predicament you were when you were standing up. You will have to lay down for now...better wait for your feeder to come home. You don't wanna have another 'heart incident' while you are alone. Just wait for them to come and finish your insatiable hunger....for now at least..

#death feederism #death feederist #health play #glorify obesity #death feeder #healthplay #immobile #dark feedism #death feedee #death feedist

[deathfeedingfan]

You really thought those legs were good for anything besides accumulating more rolls? How cute

#death feederism #fatten you to death #death feedist #fatter is better #death feeder #morbidly obese #obese piggy #feeder fantasy #immobile feedee #immobile lover #healthplay #health issues #ussbhm #my stuff

[hopelessfataddict]

#slob kink #healthplay #death feederism #fat slob #death feedist #dark feederism #death feedism #slob #death feedee #glorify obesity

[morbidlychubese]

Did you honestly think that you could stop gaining? This is what you were meant for. You’re a cow, meant for fattening until you’re unrecognizable. Until your every moment is begging for someone to slide more lard down your throat. You’ll make a perfect breeding cow. Immobile and Pathetic.

I tried so hard. I thought about exercising some more. I thought about resisting the urge to binge on candy and fast food. I thought about just plain watching my calories. But I couldn't. I couldn't even start. The urge for more wormed its way back into my head as a memory that cannot be forgotten. My breakfast yesterday had the same amount of calories as what a normal person would eat in an entire day. And when i thought about going for a walk to burn some of those calories off, the doft and gentle wobbling of my belly stole my attention. And i still coupd exercise, but only to induce that feeling of being famished. Only to see my body melt once more into a puddle of fat. I'm not normal. I need to gorge and eat and get fat and blobby. I need to be someone's fat fuckpet. I need to encourage others to grow as unhealthy and obese as I am. To be fat is my purpose. I can't just let it go.

#glorify obesity #fatty piggy #feedee girl #feeding kink #fat kink #feedee belly #trans feedee #gaining weight on purpose #death feederism #death feedee #feeder wanted #blubberfuck #belly kink #fat pig #fatass #healthplay #gaining weight

[adiproseprose]

Love a feedee whose nearing immobility but willing to push themselves to serve their own greed. Complaining to their feeder about having to walk to the restroom and back but having no problem making a waddle from their bedroom to the kitchen for a late night snack. Bending over to put on their own socks leaves them red faced and wheezy but if they drop a french fry? Totally different story.

#extreme weight gain #death feederism #death feedist #fat piggy #weight gain #dark feedism #fat slob #healthplay #morbid obesity #extremely obese

[psyphigirl]

I'm not interested in myself gaining weight but if I woke up 2,000lbs tomorrow I wouldn't complain

#extreme feedee #extreme feeder #extreme feedism #immobility #death feedee #death feeder #death feedism #healthplay

[death-feeder]

#death feederism #death feeder #death feedist #death feedee #healthplay #fatten you to death #female death feeder #love them immobile #immobility #want you fatter