#deathly obese

[adiproseprose]

When your feedees brain is so fried from consuming 10,000+ calories a day, masturbating and watching porn all they can do is whine, oink and pat their flabby chest when their first heart attack comes on

[bl4z33467]

Novos and Atilis modern day (im being 100% serious that they are partially inspired of the two stereotypes of "discord mods", being deathly skinny and obese. Nothing i make is that serious)

[gensokyogains]

You knew this job was strange from the start.

You'd been told to make a delivery to Eientei, a simple task of bringing the head of the household a meal. It was a box of doughnuts, simple enough to carry them. Yet, despite the ease of the job, you'd been the only one to take up the easy paying job. Everyone else had some excuse to turn it down, leaving you the only one left to take it.

For some reason, you swore you felt pitying eyes on your back as you left.

The feeling of dread hadn't receded as you'd marched through the bamboo forest, the manor looming through the branches. It was getting late, the moon rising behind Eientei and casting you in it's shadow as you approached. Passing through the empty courtyard, you approached the doors.

The instructions had been clear. You do not need to wait to be greeted. Sliding the paper door open, you step inside. It's deathly quiet, not a single sound from the hall. Looking to your left and right, you glance around until the smallest noise reaches your ears. Too faint to recognize what it was, you nonetheless took it as a sign of habitation and started walking that way.

Drawing nearer, the sound becomes more clear. It's the creaking of wood, as if an enormous weight were pressing down on floorboards again and again. Rounding the corner, you blink, finally face to face with your employer.

To say she was big would be an understatement. You had never even imagined a person could be so hugely obese. Even clad in luxurious robes tailored to her enormity, nothing could hide the sheer volume of space she occupied. Flooding the hallway with her girth, hips grazing the walls either side of her, you watched as she took sleepy steps forward. The creaking wasn't just the slap of her fat feet against the floor, but her belly dragging along it as well, gut hanging so low and so far that it held her up as much as her limbs.

One hand resting on a breast that weighed as much as you did, the other rubbing at her eyes, she peered at you as you stood there dumbfounded. Looking to the box in your hand, she smiled.

"Oh, you must be my delivery."

Before you could gather your wits, the breath left your body as Kaguya stepped forward. Her stomach overwhelmed you immediately, your footing lost as she squashed into you. Covering you up to your chest in heavy flab, you struggled to do anything. Reaching out, she took the box of doughnuts from you. Flipping the lid, revealing at least fifty pastries glistening in the moonlight, she licked her lips.

And deftly fed you one. Cramming it into your mouth, you sputtered, trying to spit it out. Laying the box on her stomach, her free hand reached up to pinch your nose. Suffocating under the doughnut, your only choice was to swallow.

"I'm so glad you got here just in time, I was so bored."

You hack out a cough, and feel your eyes widen. It's impossible to see beneath the flab that Kaguya is pinning you with, but something feels different. Your body feels heavier, and as you glance down at your arms they grow thicker and rounder, wrists gaining new padding as your fingers puff up. Everything about you feels heavier, more plush, and in your shock Kaguya easily feeds you another doughnut.

"I knew they'd deliver me someone cute if I asked~ My usual playthings are indisposed, so I needed a new one to entertain me tonight." She giggles as you start to swell up again, feeding you more and more. "So don't disappoint me~"

You try to fight back, but it's hard. Maybe if you had responded immediately you could have lashed out, but now the lethargy of these strange pastries has settled in. Your arms muster no strength as they fight back, unable to pry Kaguya's hands away from your face. Every bite you take makes them look more and more like her own, and you feel your torso grow heavier. Beneath the landslide of the princess's stomach, your stance grows wider, thickening thighs blowing up and squishing together.

But that gives you a chance as well.

Swallowing down the last doughnut, growing just a bit heavier, you mange to shove Kaguya back with just your weight alone. As she stumbles away from you, her own blubbery body wobbling, you can see more clearly the damage she's done to you. Your stomach sits heavily against your legs, a mound of dough that reaches far enough to round you out, wobbling as you take ragged breaths. With hips reaching out as far as your arm span, the plush side rolls prop up your limbs, forcing your tubby arms to rest at awkward angles at your side. You lumber forward to feel your ass shake, as wide as a wagon as you fight to start moving. Thighs as wide around as trees slap against each other, rubbing harshly as you start to stumble away.

"Hmm~? Where are you going? You haven't even had half of them yet~"

You're slow, as would be expected of someone so outrageously fat, but the living mountain pursuing you is even slower. The gap between the two of you widens, and soon you can see it. The door to the outside. Huffing, tubby cheeks flushed red, you rip open the door and take a step forward. The cool night arm caresses your new blubber, tantalizingly promising safety-

WHUMP!

You blink, wondering why you aren't going anywhere, why you aren't escaping to freedom, when it dawns on you. Looking down, your hands reach to either side of you. Your thick, hanging love handles are wedged in the door, caught between the meat of your hips and the wooden frame. You slap the walls, struggling, huffing and panting as you fight to squeeze, but it's impossible. The amount of girth that stops you from leaving is more than just an inch or two, and no amount of struggle is cramming you past that.

You hear a giggle behind you and your blood runs cold. You feel her enormously soft belly squish into your back, the sensation of two marshmallows pressing on each other as she leans in and drapes herself over you. The frame creaks with the added weight, but to your dismay doesn't break. A tubby arm reaches around your shoulder, force feeding you yet another doughnut as you whimper.

"Dinner and a show~? You're too good at this~ I really want to have some fun with you now~"

You try to scream, to cry, to do anything to call for aid, but you only muffle out a response through a mouthful of pastries before Kaguya drags you back into the mansion, the door to Eientei slamming shut behind you.

[thecrownestt]

This post is for the deathly feedist feeders. Also the feedees, if y'all want (my) thoughts on how it goes.

As much as I can exclaim, it is jaw-droppingly attractive when we can target a feedee for their weakness for eating. Oh, you ate that much? You didn't ask me if it was ok? How could you do this to yourself? Etc etc etc. We all know it.

What about the feeder angle? It's not as special or stressful, but isn't it super important for a feedee to know?

What is the process for a feeder to get food. Sure, I'll go and pick up a pretty notable order. A pizza with multiple sides. A fast food order with a few drinks and a few bags. Any sort of take-out where you get three or more utensil sets. With my thin self, it can get passed over. He's picking up for a family. At worst, he works out a LOT and needs the extra calories. Same with the grocery store. Oh, this fella takes care of the shopping. He's a star. He's helpful. Isn't he great?

But he isn't great, right? The excesses related to all this isn't lost. Holy hell, this is a LOT of food, and I know why I'm getting it. I nudged my feedee. I told them how cute it would be. No no no, it's ok, eating unrestricted is critical to how I sleep at night next to a bloated, heavy babe. You are my babe, don't forget that. But I can't sayyy that to the restaurant folks. I smile, I pick up the big order, and I shuffle back to the car in a dazed state.

This amount of food is entirely too much.

It's unreasonable, really.

If it went to one person, what would they think?

If they found out I was pushing the habit, what would they think of me?

No no no, it isn't nearly as visibly fascinating as a too fat person getting their food, but isn't there credit for what goes on for the feeder here?

Chronically being faced with a lie by your intentions. The workers looking at me going "yeah, he isn't smashing this whole order, I'll smile" knowing full-fucking sinister me is going to tease, force, and praise the victim who signed up for me to take care of them during this journey of obesity?

Yes, you can't maneuver a walk through the store anymore. No, the car doesn't fit so easy like it used to. Can't we let the mystery of my appearances at the fast food drive-thru be mine? How is this small man getting so much food...so often. The workers will brush it off, but oh my goddd I'm wearing it on my conscious. Would any of them let me finish the order if they knew I was so regularly tying them up? I know how you fight. You need restraints. You'll be free once you finish your portions. Others would rebuke me in horror. Comments on websites. Documentaries highlighting my evil ways. Until it happens, I'm the essence of what this is all is. I keep it going. I force the issue when you are squirming under your shockingly helpless body.

Let me go to McDonald's? Let me feel that rush of horrid? Let me think about how I'm traveling and procuring for the pure purpose of making you a little more tired, wheezy, and fat. Fat fat fat. It's all we care about. Let me do it. Please. You're too cute for me to do anything but this.

[hazelandmadder]

Wild Logos, by Hazelin Madder

Wild Logos II (The World Is)

Lo, all is lo

--and so goes

The ghost

Slipped neath

Hyacinthus's ribaldry

-- and so sensuous

The serpent’s bringing

Ring slipped neath

This cynic’s snubnose

All firing all noways

Into templer day

--and so too sleek to

Scan a smoothened palm

For the acorn or the bullet.

Yes, the world is I without you,

Thou, thine unknown element,

In rimefrost galoshing glasses

Blinding to my buzzard eyes

Let forth the garter snake out of shame

Before knightly it outs its garish obese forcetooth

Bite for human opacity--

Take one idle hand in the picnic basket,

One in the rimming creeksong

And two iamb garlanded wands aglow

with the low light of sensuous reason.

Blow, blow the creekbed;

Breathless reeds in your chest play

With the pagan revel piping in mind:

The sun oranges ever the pooling ring;

The Minoan boornose revolver shoots; why,

It was only a trifling thing, this life;

Why not wait for Plutos’ unspeakable flower

The earthdweller with gilded skin?

And what, I wonder sliding dim onto

My dying back, pinpricked, what do snakes

See before they exit the gardenneath afresh?

- I’ll scrub my mouth out with my diode music-maker

before it cools the algae off away from the frogmats

before it frosts fractal the troutspinning wakeponds

and a man meres other hands with his own hands,

Bare,

Except for moss and wet dust—utter deathly

Cradling his bonecrate trust

--and I shake snakeskins like maracas

Barbarously like Christian Romans

who forgot

Their Greek pagan sledges

so to slit the notochord of this hazel-eyed minotaur

Bastard of his cranial father’s labyrinth against pacified mores.

Signing off and signing out.

[z0mburger]

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓

{Basics}

Name: Cesare Buratinnaio

Alias: boss, zombie guy, the Watcher.

Gender: cis male.

Age: ~ 1000.

Species: undead human.

Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo / unknown.

Abilities/Talents: dabbles in magic / wielding powerful weaponry for trickster - hunting. somewhat immortal. multi-lingual. misc. musical instruments. drawing & painting. acting. comedy ???.

{Personal}

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: n/a ???

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience.

Languages: italian & english. misc. other languages i can't think of rn.

Family: n/a.

Friends: the zom.burger crew, though he's unlikely to admit it. otherwise, ???.

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual  / asexual/ unsure / questioning / other

Relationship status: single / dating/married / widowed / open relationship / other. verse - dependent!

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low /non-existent

{Physical}

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese

Hair: white/ blonde / brunette / red / black / other:

Eyes: brown ( alive. ) / blue / green / black / other: yellow. 

Skin: pale / fair / olive ( alive. )  / light brown / brown / very brown / other: very pale blue. 

Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot / 6-7 foot/ above 7 foot

Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds / above 250 pounds

Scars: all over, most noticeably on his chest / stomach. 

Facial Features: gaunt with sharp and emotive features. when resting, his face appears very tired. he's deathly pale, with bright yellow eyes and dark blue bags beneath. he's got a dainty little nose and feminine eyelashes, and his lips are grey and pronounced. teeth slightly off - color due to age.

Tattoos: n/a.

{Choose}

Dogs or Cats? he likes both, but is a cat person. 

Birds or Hamsters? birds.

Red or Blue? red.

Yellow or Green? green.

Black or White? white.

Coffee or Tea? coffee 

Ice Cream or Cake? cake.

Fruits or Vegetables? fruits.

Sandwich or Soup? sandwich.

Magic or Melee? magic.

Sword or Bow? sword.

Summer or Winter? summer.

Spring or Autumn? spring.

The Past or The Future? future.

tagged by: n/a found it in the tag & then stole it from myself again.  tagging: steal ittt

[blubberymuses]

"Mori you really let yourself go. Your so obese." From skinnymorifan

Ms. Mori takes a huuuuuge swig from her wine bottle (The beached whale not even bothering with pouring a glass these days) before getting back to the stand out chat message with a sinister look.

"Skinnymorifan? Hmmm..." Her plump fingers barely interlocking to make a makeshift table for her jostling jowls and chubby chins to rest on as she decides you fate, the rest of chat being deathly still due to a foreboding sense of dread entering the stream.

...

She begins to type something out on her keyboard, any game audio and music being promptly lowered in volume until complete and utter nothingness.

...

"Firstly, 'You are' not 'your'... n' secondly..."

Timed out by 'Mori Calliope Ch. hololive-EN' for 604800 seconds • Reasoning: Maybe reconsider your taste in women and come back in a week. Next time I won't be so gentle ♡

...

"Anywho! What were we talking about again? Oh yeah-" Calli moves on as if nothing happened, with the other audio tracks swiftly coming back in full swing!

[d4djobesemuses]

"That's..."

Remi's hand twitched in place, afraid she's caused pain to her friend without meaning to... but then again, when was Patchouli not in pain of some sort? Be it her overstuffed middle crying out for mercy or her poor lungs struggling to squeeze some much-needed air into her morbidly obese body... Patchouli was always "suffering" in one way or another...

Remilia wondered, if this was the right course of things, if there was anything she could do to help her friend somehow, to set things straight once again, but one look at the magician's reddish face was enough to dissuade such concerns.

Patchouli... wanted this... and there was nothing she could do about it. Nothing she could do to prevent the rest of her friends from following in the same heavy, waddling footsteps too...

"I... don't understand, my friend. However, that doesn't mean I will stop you... I want nothing but your happiness... e-even if I'm not sure if this is... the right way... so uhm..."

She would rub once again, tenderly so, smiling a little as she came a little closer.

"What can I do for you? Anything, I'll try."

“Anything…?…Hff…”

The idea enticed Patchouli, she could ask to get even more attention from Sakuya, so the mere concept of not being fed would be a thing of the past.

She could ask her fate to be changed, so once death comes for her, she won’t simply revert to a previous fate, but simply never complete her death, achieving a perfect nirvana of agony and pleasure.

Perhaps to up the ante on Sakuya’s cooking instead, even less nutritional value and even more heartstopping slop, the idea alone drove Patchouli insane with temptation, but, amidst all these ideas, something crucial was missing.

Unbound, deathly gluttony was already very nearly the perfect experience, but the little treat that would seal her current existence as the perfect one would be seeing her best and closest friend fall down the same rabbit hole, relinquish her outdated dignity and become a fellow slave to cravings, just like the rest of Gensokyo.

The answer was clear, all she needed to do was ask.

“Hahh… join me… hff… Remi~… hahh… glut yourshelf… hff… alongshide me… hff… shurrender… ghff… to obeshity… hahh… and eat with me…”

With monumental effort, Patchouli raised a lard laden arm, and placed her nearly useless hand on Remilia’s own ginormous belly, it felt too soft, it could be tauter, it could even burst~

And Patchouli would make it her mission to corrupt her best friend, and show her the glorious indignity of a gluttonous hedonistic existence.

[ultimatebottom69]

There is difference between uncomfortable and blatant hate but people seems to act like both are corraleted.

No bitch we do know what we meant. For example I am uncomfortable seeing very obese people on TV and someone touch their belly because I get uncomfortable when a complete stranger touch my body but this people seems to always have someone doing that. It makes me deathly uncomfortable.

I never like it when strangers act like they're my editor, but one of the most annoying "corrections" I've ever received was when I was talking about cis people being uncomfortable around trans people and someone said "op you mean transphobes. don't slander all cis people like that". When the thing is I did mean cis people. Because cis people are often uncomfortable around trans people. AND ALSO discomfort is not a flavor of moral transgression. That way lies thought policing.

[smileymoth]

tw suicide/self harm/disordered eating idk im having a moment

best part abuot being a fucking coward is that i dont think id ever kill myself. like i am too scared to just injure myself . i cant even cut myself too deep without freaking out like i see a drop of too much blood and i feel like im gona faint . but boy if i do not think abt just ending it every day. i sometimes start thinking about details and it freaks me out so i stop but its just like a passing thought of ohhh i cant fucking take this anymore i need to kill myself . it would be better if i just fucking died bc i dont bring any sort of value to society. im deathly afraid of not getting a job. i dont want to live with my mom for the rest of my life like my aunt. i dont think i could handle it. i need to be alone and i need to be indipendent. ive been hurting myself since i was like 10 by just scratching myself or whatever but like actually starting to cut myself at age 22 is kind of embarrassing like. im an adult. what am i doing. i cant fucking do this shit man. i cried today bc i was all nice n cozy in bed and i just cried bc i was like god i wish this could just be how it was every day. i dont want to do anything i dont want to go to work i dont want to do schoolwork i just want to draw and get paid for it. but i just suck at everything. i need help with everything. i need to kill myself. tbf i could probably do the museum job forever. but i am never getting hired bc they dont need me there. i do feel like a job would be better than school. school makes me want to kill myself. im so fucking stressed about everything right now its unreal. i need a scale so fucking bad too and i need to get back into the flow of restricting properly bc ive just been fucked in that department lately bc im so overwhelmed. its so impossible to keep ttrack of what you eat when youre busy. when you dont have a specific routine. im autistic arent i. whatever. i need to just make sure im always under [redacted} kilos so that if the surgeon finally fucking calls i would not have to be like oops sorry i cant im still an obese cunt who you cant operate on. idk. i need to kill myself as per usual. like i cant keep up with all of this shit. i just want to not be so fucking stresserd all the time but life is all jut about being stressed and doing shit and i dont know if i can handle it. i can barely handle school and now im flipflopping between volunteering at the museum and school and im dying im just straightup dying like im pretty surre why i got so sick now was bc i was stressed tf out bout everything and not resting. and yet i feel like i havent done enough. i have done fucking nothing to secure myself a job in the future. i have no plans for the future beside "ill figure it out as i go" but things really dont work like that. im fucking wasting my life away im useless like. i have nothing to offer anyone. who want me no one. shoot me in the headddd nowwwwwwwwww i need to kms and die forever

and like i dont even know why i am like this. like im just fucked in the head. i feel like im gona be like this forever. idk if i can live to 40 like that. i have no horrid trauma that would result in me being this much of a sad freak who keeps whining. like i feel like im just pretending or like playing the victim to get idk brownie points from god or something bc i dont tell shit to anyone beside like 3 of my friends and all of tumblr but i rly doubt anyone reads these anyway like this shit too logn. tl;dr whatever. whatever. it feels like its my fault that im like this. i feel like i fucked my life up on purpose somehow. that its my fault that i want to kill myself. idk if it works like that. but the thought of that only makes me want to get worse. like ive contemplated so many times of just making myself bleed so hard i pass out but i cant bc im a pussy but i feel like it would prove sth to someone. probably to myself. that im not just making it up for attention even though yeah sureeeee the attention you get from slicing your skin and then making sure to always cover that shit up to make sure nobody ever sees . whatever. i hate this shit if you ever think abt cutting just dont you wont get rid of it and if your mental health keeps getting gradually worse so will that bc hashtag coping mechanism. its like the only thing rn that even helps it like calms me down but then its like aw shucks theres new scarrsssss that take ages to heal. fuck my shit life idk. im stupid and stubborn and i dont think ever. i think too much actually. i hate that i dont feel sick enough i hate that i just feel lazy and ungrateful. i hate feeling like im being weak so that others would do sth about it while i push away any and all help i get offered . if i do accept it i feel like shit afterward bc im not enough to get it done myself. i hate feeling like im always behind. like im sdomehow behind all my friends . ill never be good enough. ill always be behind. i peaked in 9th grade and it was all downhill from there. i shouldve been someone else from the beginning. i hate that i exist i feel sorry for my mother for having to put up with me i feel sorry for my friends for having to put up with me . im just pathetic and sad and i do fuckin gnothing to help myself

[adiproseprose]

i have a million works in progress that i wanna polish up and post, so here they are, whichever one sparks the most poorly behaved reaction in the notes i will finish and post the weekend after finals

A gym rat becomes disillusioned by diet culture and weight loss after a binge eating relapse and slowly spirals out into depressive weight gain

Model turned BBW who gets paid by a high profile porn site 10,000 dollars for every 100 pounds she gains (taking place over the span of 8 years)

A MLM toxic death feedist relationship in which the feedee tries to lose enough weight to gain his independence independence with the help of his ex-partner (not-really-a-spoiler: he doesn't succeed)

A golden child track star wakes up in in the body of her 600 pound housebound twin and discovers that she is the death feedee in a relationship with the woman she thought was her nurse

Archealogist discovers an artifact belonging to the goddess Voluptua and gains 10 pounds for every second she is contact with it. The story follows her budding weight gain kink and the leader of Voluptua's cults attempts to find her using some strange powers.

lmk what y'all think!!!

[beautifult999]

And for those of you that judge me because I’m overweight and obese now, you’re forgetting that I was deathly underweight just a little over two years ago. And I know that I can lose weight again, just slowly now that I’m on even more antipsychotic medication. Please do not judge me as ugly because I’m fat now, I really am pretty when I weigh less. I really am not ugly. I just have to lose the weight caused by the side effects of my medications. And the day that I’ll maybe be underweight again, you won’t be able to call me ugly and judge me as not being as pretty as other girls.

[rarepears]

Fullmetal Alchemist and Harry Potter. Voldemort and the Death Eaters invade Amestris intending to take the philosophers stones power for themselves and enslaving the homunculus through the imperius curse. Lord Voldermort's army is the size shown in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows story before they invaded Hogwarts.

Well... once Voldemort learns how Philosopher stones are created, he finally sees a good reason to have and keep muggles in the world? That's one positive thing to come out of this?

Alchemists are pretty good at physical fights. Wizards... are not. Also magic doesn't do much to stop bullets and you bet even the non alchemists are proficient at firearms. So this isn't going to be all dominating win for Voldemort.

In fact, give that most of his force are like... obese/lazy/don't-go-to-the-gym-and-instead-rely-on-apparition-to-get-around wizards... seems more like both sides will lose a lot of people and it becomes more of a stalemate. Wizards will get tired and run out of "magic juice" so to speak. The Amestris will win by having more manpower. They won't run out supplies quickly, not when they have alchemists who can make more pretty quickly. Plus they are good at dodging.

So that's my take on it.

[yoonbum-xx]

HELP I FORGOT ABOOUT THISSSS

ANYWAYS 😭

Day9: i use to be like almost class 1 obese HELP AND i literally had a mf date me to get close to my skinny bestfriend.

My dad said "yeah she is pretty heavy" to a doctor during my checkup where the doc had to tell my dad to stfu (love that guy)

I was told i was fat alot tbh within my family and in school but im 20kg lighter now since then and im working to be DEATHLY THIN HAHAHA

Day 4: never reaching my gw EVER OR NOT EVEN UNDERWEIGHT??? OR reachjng gw but still looking healthy weight :(((

[prettyaliyah3]

Its not fatphobic

Okay so I do not care if you call me fatphobic if you're obese and literally fucking killing yourself and eat a whole cake and say its empowering that's dumb asf. The fat positivity movement is horrible in the first place for saying that eating yourself to deathly 300-700 pounds is good or healthy. If you're healthy you ‘d loose weight. But no, its just an excuse to be lazy and eat yourself to death. Dying on the couch alone probably with food in hand. Dying in your thirties. But its healthy right? Go get fucking help, workout, and get your diet in control. Being morbidly obese isn't something to march for. But they just use social media because they know their audience is imobile bed writien people and people ride scooters into walmart only buying for unhealthy food that's destroying their life and on their phone on the couch all day. But their SUPER healthy right? It’s an eating disorder that can kill you still so stfu and get yourselves together. Just the harsh reality. Or just go on here, twitter, or tiktok to get your greedy little validation until you die. I don’t hate fat people I hate this community (which isn't every fat person) and I have no sympathy for you if you just use your excuses away instead of working out and starting a healthy diet. Get a grip and get outside of your house. I put those tags so I could get the right audience. I know a lot of people will mindlessly call me fatphobic because they're promoting lazy and selfish fat people who will tell you being morbidly obese is okay and not to stop your kid after a 13 year old girl dies on her couch will feces on her surrounded by food. Just because I’m not saying it lightly doesn't mean I hate fat people and if you think I do I honestly don't care. If you decide to not get help nobody but your family will have sympathy for you when you die in a very, very, very depressing way. This site is so sensitive people are probably shocked this is on here or crying. Be normal and have logic. 

[doberbutts]

Finally the Cambridge BOAS Research Group came out with an infographic on how to perhaps fix some of these issues and the physical traits they see correlating with severe BOAS ie dogs that cannot breathe due to their morphology. Note that only the Frenchie mentions specifically the muzzle being short, for the others it is the width and length of the entire head rather than simply the length of the muzzle that is the problem. I also find it interesting that, for the most part, it’s males more affected than females. This may be because we view wide, blunt traits as “masculine” and thus if the problem is a wide and short head and a “correct” “masculine” male head is wide and blunt... there’s your problem.

A thick neck and obesity are also mentioned as problematic traits- obesity makes sense on its own as the more excessive (fatty) tissue you have pushing against your necessary biology the more problems you’ll encounter is already a true statement, so if the problem in and of itself is “excessive soft tissue pushing on airways” adding more soft (fatty) tissue to the equation is very much not going to help. What I do find interesting however is that a thick, muscular neck is also  a problem. Many times in standards, larger is supposed to be leaving room for other things. In dobes for instance the large chest is supposedly to help lung capacity and heart rate (ironic, considering dobes drop dead from enlarging hearts). A thick and muscular neck should leave room for breathing... but it does not. Is this related to the muscles being needed to lift the very heavy short and wide head? Simple morphology- there is a limit to how wide a neck can be without compressing on things internally? Is a thick neck simply fatty tissue, and the real problem is still obesity?

And, lastly, the nares. All of them mention nares as being a huge risk factor. We know this, of course, because if you pinch your nose shut you can’t breathe out of your nose anymore. So it makes sense that if there’s excessive tissue pinching your nose shut, you... still can’t breathe. We see this in humans- I am a human with excessive tissue and a genetic malformation within my sinus cavity which pinches my nose shut (despite my quite large nostrils) and restricts my ability to breathe through my nose. Several years ago I had surgery to fix the problem (I was also growing micro-tumors within my sinus and we were afraid of cancer) and have been able to breathe much easier since. Gone are the nights of me struggling to breathe, waking up in all sorts of positions with a dry throat, my parents and roommates complaining that I snored loud enough to wake the dead. I have it on pretty good authority that while I do still breathe loudly when I sleep, I no longer snore and sputter and gasp. This is the reality for dogs with these stenotic nares. Of course, then, they would have a much higher chance of being affected by BOAS- if they have excess tissue preventing them from one of their major breathing avenues, where else might that tissue be and what else is it pinching?

Remember: I had a chihuahua (mix?) that died partially as a result of her brachycephalic head. She was not completely flat faced and in fact had a longer muzzle than most show chihuahuas (and definitely longer than show pugs, bulldogs, and frenchies). Her nares were wide open. Her neck was thin. She was deathly sick and so constantly skeletal. And yet... she still had a malformation within her sinus which caused her to overproduce mucous and then aspirate that mucous into her lungs causing ravaging pneumonia which she just couldn’t fight. She had none of these above mentioned traits and yet still died. The Frenchie from the Grade 3 video is much the same- you cannot see the nares but you can see the rest. While changing morphology to be healthier is absolutely a good goal, one must consider that the dogs need to be assessed via true science rather than a look simply at their external traits.