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psyphigirl · 6 months

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Fat is stored as reserve energy - If your body needs energy to burn it can use up excess fat it stored previously

But there comes a certain point when this fat actually prevents you from ... activity all together

And once that point is reaches, you're kind of pushed into a downward spiral of reserving energy and these reserves further preventing you from using it up

And the spiral only ends in one of two ways

You reach a plateaux and stop gaining naturally

Or you don't

#extreme feederism #extreme feeder #extreme feedee #death feederism #death feeder #death feedee

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dollhog · 6 months

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Just ate my breakfast stuffing and weight gain shake. Already feeling swollen full from the past few days of stuffing continuously without much rest time. But I’m looking forward to seeing if I can take down all my meals and shakes today. This picture is a bit old, but I should have new ones up tonight. I can’t stop getting fatter 🕷️❤️‍🔥

#death feedee #gaining kink #death feederism #extremely obese #cute fatty #hot obese #morbid obesity #sexy obese #fat slob #fatty girl

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sandrajessi · 1 month

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It's okay for your body to look like this! Completely stuffed with McDonald's, milkshakes and heavy cream🤤

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babymaee · 29 days

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Getting my milking 🐮🍼

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bigpiggygirl022 · 19 days

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Big fat belly! A piggy in need of fatty foods and every day stuffing. 🐷 🥵

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psyphigirl · 5 months

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"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

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peterchub · 2 months

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Did this overhang get bigger 😳😳😳I feel like it hangs lower than it used to

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lukesfatties · 9 days

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🚨thicccollegegirl is back🚨 I REPEAT 🚨thicccollegegirl is back🚨

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onlyfats3 · 2 months

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Hard to even fit in a car let alone heave your fat laden body out of it when you weigh more than 700lbs and don't fit behind the steering wheel anymore...

@fatmisstssbbw

#fat girls #feedee feeder #glorify obesity #fat belly #fatty getting fatter #feeding kink #obese belly #extremely obese

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chubby-nata3 · 2 months

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