#feedism health

[tteessiiee]

Health impacts of obesity, death feedee edition

TW: this is dark and very real, do not read if you are not ready to understand the consequences of feedism. And I really mean it. It may be f* scary.

You know I study physiotherapy at med school. And Im also a feedee, feeder, FA... Which means that mine internships in hospitals are pretty heavy and hard for me. I see all the impacts of obesity, or even morbid obesity on people and their health. On their life.

We are all talking about heart-attacks. Sure, your arteries getting clugged, atherosclerosis growing in your body and getting you closer to an early grave. But atherosclerosis does not cause only heart-attacks. It would be nice, wouldn’t it? Feeling your heart struggling, pain in your chest (which you deserve for being the pig you were), and pretty soon there is the end. Death.

But atherosclerosis can also cause strokes. And I don’t think you want that. Part of your brain gonna die, part gonna live. It can affect your motor functions, your ability to feel by touch, your ability to know where and how placed your limbs are, your speech, of course your ability to think. You may die, sure. Or you gonna survive and live way way worse life fully dependant on people around you… Did you know that?

You also might ruin your pancreas. Im sure that many of you already have insulin tolerance way higher than you should. Well diabetes mellitus is incoming if you will not change your lifestyle. It does not only mean that you will need to take insulin! It will also damage your nerves. Neuropathies are very common. DM can lead even to amputations of legs. And also an impact on eyes is very well known, you can become blind. Over all diabetes is a metabolic disease and it has huge impact on your whole body – nerves, organs, veins, everything.

Another effect of our feedee diet - your liver become fattier making it work less. And liver are very important organ! Liver steatosis can become cirrhosis, the organ will be very damaged. Btw it also gonna increase your blood pressure which has significant impact on probability of heart-attacks and strokes. Another thing – there can appear stones in your gallbladder. That is mainly caused by eating too greasy and fatty food. And this also can be very painful situation needing a surgery.

It is proved that obesity increases the risk of cancer, especially cancer in gastro-intestinal tract and urogenitals. One more thing that people do not want.

Not to mention your musculo-sceletal system. Arthrosis in joints (another painful thing restricting your daily life), unfit and stiff muscles, bones easier to break by your weight if you fall… And it will not hurt only when you move. But also when you lie in your bed getting stuffed to the brim once again. Who of you have never ever had back pain, mainly lower-back pain? It is not comfortable, is it? And it only gonna get worse if you don’t exercise.

There are also impacts on your skin but i'm not good in this field so can't say much about it.

I know it is a lot of fun to be a feedee. To gain, get fatter, heavier, softer. Getting out of breath easily? Oh f* yes please, it makes you so horny. But there is a huge impact on your health. Im sure you know it. But maybe you don’t know all the specific things that may happen. This is just a brief list of health complications that obesity brings. So if you are a death feedee, go on! Eat yourself to these diseases if that’s what you want. But be aware that your life probably will not end by a sudden quick heart attack. You will suffer many months and years due to many comorbidities till your body will give up on you. Are you ready for that long pain?

Wanted to let you know so that I can feel better when I actually encourage you to gain. You know, consent means that you agree while being aware of the consequences. If you want me to help you get morbidly obese I wanna be sure I warned you. And maybe (hopefully) this gonna help someone to stop gaining so much if they find out that they would not be happy. Because babes – I don’t want you fat in the first place. I want you happy.

That’s the reason why im drinking 700 kcal hot chocolate made of heavy cream while writing this article. It makes me happy to gain. It makes me happy being fat even though I know all of these things. And it also scares the s*it out of me. I fear it so much. I want it so much. Im not a death feedee in real life, will not let the kink kill me (I hope). But I definitely am a death feedee in fantasies, deep inside and sometimes it is really hard to find the difference between having fun and ruining your body.

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I warned you it gonna be dark and real 🖤

Enjoy your life as you wish 💕 Give fully into hedonism or enjoy the parts of feedism that don't kill you - that is your choice. Your body. Your life. Your death.

~ Tessie

[gettingsofter]

8 months apart 😮‍💨

[silliersage]

Medical expertise

Cw: health play and sadistic feeder

I have recently adored the thought of a health care worker being a feeder. I’d imagine an insanely sadistic doctor who is hell bent on making you as unhealthy and massive as possible. They start you off by offering to curate a meal plan for you maybe not disclosing that they want you to gain. As you notice the changes they insist that exercise isn’t necessary for the meal plan to work. You begin to gain weight and complain and they reassure you that they love your new size and hint that they almost like it more. They steadily update your plan to keep you growing nice and plump as you stay complacent and well fed.

After a while they tell you just a bit of their plans and whip out the funnel for the first time and now you’re in standard feedism territory. Getting fed more and more often and with bigger doses. You notice a diet change with more vegetables in it which your large piggy self obviously complains about but they assure you it’s for the best because what they’re not telling you is that vegetable increase stomach capacity. Your lack of exercise begins to catch up to you and you rely on them more and more. They begin to decrease your protein so your muscles weaken and are replaced with succulent lard.

You don’t even realize that your body has been carefully curated to be as useless as possible. You don’t even notice as your autonomy slips away. They have curated a diet that directly contradicts everything they’ve learned about keeping a person healthy. Your lard begins to slow you down at around 400 but god it feels like it’s got to be way more. They take you in as a special patient which of course means mandatory bed rest. You switch to a pure liquid diet consisting of lard ridden weight gain shakes that seem to get heavier every time.

They begin to experiment with your intake toying with your massive body as if you’re nothing but a test to them. You don’t even notice as your shakes basically become pure empty calories. You don’t even move anymore and gosh your body is getting hard to operate. You only ever use your fat hands to play games but even then you do it less and less due to their insistence that you focus on your feedings.

Eventually your body fills the large sized medical bed you’re in. Your gut spills off and your limbs don’t lift. Your mouth is constantly filled with weight gain shakes and you haven’t stopped eating in ages. You’re hooked up to oxygen tubes and a heart rate monitor and constantly complain about how tight your chest feels. They always just silence you and say “shush my little pet you agreed to let me ruin your health. Plus I think you can handle a few hundred more pounds before you can’t take it anymore”

[fatasticfeedernurse]

Let it be an issue

Your weight i mean! dont fight it, dont think about it, just ignore it. Keep eating! enjoying yourself and overlook every single issue that comes with the unberable weight of your evergrowing body. Mhh? whats that? walking up to the office is getting hard? dont worry! dont use your legs ever again for such a mediocre task! use a mobility scooter! Mhh? Stomach aches? Dont worry! lets get you pumped full of as many antiacids as you can handle. Breathing is hard at night? cpap mask! Chest aches? Dont worry about it! sugar will top it off! See??!! everything can be ignored, everything can be put aside. Excpet that evergrowing hunger in your stomach...Give into it. Listen to it. Even as your life spirals out of control, food will be there to make it easier. All those greasy goods will help to numb everything else besides what you really have to worry about~

[imfeedeeboi]

FEEDISM COLOR ASK MEME

RED: I want to feed you.

GOLD: I want you to feed me.

PURPLE: I want to make you fat.

TURQUOISE: I want you to make me fat.

BLACK: I want to make you obese.

LAVENDER: I want you to make me obese.

CORAL: I want to make you morbidly obese.

YELLOW: I want you to make me morbidly obese.

JADE: I want to make you nearly immobile.

ORANGE: I want you to make me nearly immobile.

SCARLET: I want to make you completely immobile.

WHITE: I want you to make me completely immobile.

GREEN: I want to see you waddling.

TEAL: I want you to make me waddle.

PINK: I want to be bimbofied as you fatten me.

BLUE: I want to see you knock things over with your belly.

MAGENTA: I want you to make my belly large enough to knock things over.

BROWN: I want to bimbofy you as I fatten you.

PEACH: I want to take you out in crop tops and shorts to show off your obesity.

CREAM: I want you to take me out in crop tops and shorts to show the world what a lardball you've made me.

GRAY: I want to make you so fat you wheeze when you speak.

FUSCHIA: I want you to make me so fat I wheeze when I speak.

BEIGE: I want to grow you out of your clothes.

AQUA: I want you to grow me out of my clothes.

SILVER: I want to get you so large you can't fit in clothes.

VERMILLION: I want you to get me so large I can't fit in clothes.

SALMON: I want to get you so large you can't fit through doorways.

BRONZE: I want you to get me so large I can't fit through doorways.

LIME: I want to feed you to an early grave.

BURGUNDY: I want you to feed me to an early grave.

[softartemisart]

in the mood to stay at home and play video games all day, grazing on snacks so im always comfortably full, becoming unbearably stuffed when im given a full meal after all of that. im in the mood to laze about and enjoy myself, my plush fat swelling further and further into and over the arms of my gamer chair, always in danger of getting stuck

[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.

[housecow]

i have a secret and y’all are so gonna think i’m a lil weird for this. but i love soil science so much idc if it has to do with agriculture or conservation or even palesols i love it all!! as a kid i got to regularly look at the soil horizons of the tx coastal plain and when i tell y’all it was FASCINATING. it’s the the truth!

[gettingsofter]

looking kinda bloated these days 👀

[piggyinthemiddle]

🐷 Belly Update 🐷

Januar - August 2023

Hi tumblr, it's time for another update on my weight gain journey! For new folks : Hi, I'm Porky, I'm a death feedee and I'm fattening myself into immobility. Encouragement, teasing and asks are always appreciated. ❤️

I just recently updated you guys on the bellyhang when I'm sitting down, but lots of you guys wanted to see a standing position as well. So, of course, I deliver..

I recently moved into a new house and due to the size of my belly, I am starting to have a few issues with smaller, narrow doorways. My belly doesn't me get fully stuck yet, but I'm brushing the doorframe or handles, the keys poke into my rolls and it's a whole new experience!

Took me a bit to find a proper angle in the old photos, but let's have a look, shall we?

Pretty self-explaining if you ask me.. I'm so f**king fat now!

I am not 100% sure how much I gained between these pictures, as I unfortunately didn't keep such a close eye on the regular weight-ins when I started this blog, but I can proudly say that I am now at ~418lbs. A real hog.

Here's the new pic in regular size..

Overall, my bellyhang is getting insane, I feel super heavy and my mobility is naturally getting worse. It's getting harder to walk (well..waddle) around, I can barely fit into my current work uniform, feels like I'm bursting out of it at the seems. Doorframes and small spaces are becoming an actual issue because my belly is in the way, I can rest my underbelly on my opened bathroom drawers.

Overall, such a crazy experience atm. I've never been this fat, and I'm only getting fatter from here on!

Leave me some comments, asks, suggestions, what do you want to see or hear? I've ordered a bigger measuring tape (I outgrew the old one) so I can give you guys a proper size update soon, would you like that?

🐷✌🏻

[fatasticfeedernurse]

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..

[fartshals]

[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

[quiet-admirer]

...

[cockyroaches]

'people die from feedism soooo maybe don't glorify it :/' = 'i see being fat as a definitive death sentence and by no means should you have body autonomy if it allows you to be gross. I mean fat'

[copperheid]

So I've recently gained a lot of weight

I got put on medication for my depression. Because my appetite was low and I was a bit underweight for my height my doctor prescribed Mirtazapine

And he told me I might gain a little bit but it should plateau after a while and it shouldn't be anything crazy.

It used to be that I struggled to recognise I was hungry until I was starving, but I rarely got to that point as I would be satisfied with a small lunch and a small dinner so long as I remembered to have them. I didn't have much need for snacks or breakfast.

Now since I started the medication I constantly feel like I'm starving. That painful, ravenous hunger that distracts from everything else until it is satiated, but it's never pacified long. I feel like I have to have breakfast, lunch and a sizable dinner as well as several snacks or else I'll be suffering terribly.

9 months later I've gone from a UK size 8 (US 4) to a UK 14 (US 10) and I've put on 20kgs / 42lbs, and that number is still steadily climbing.

I've started going to the gym to try to burn it off as often as I can, but I just wind up even hungrier after a workout.

I'm currently trying to muscle through it on willpower alone but I feel so awful. Food is literally all I can think about when I try to restrict my intake to what I used to eat. I feel like my whole body is on fire. And it's not working. Even restricting myself to eating the bare minimum needed to function I still see the number climb.

And while I have liked some of the changes that came with the weight gain- like bigger boobs and actually having an ass and hips...putting on weight in my belly has been very difficult to accept. Buying new clothes every couple of months even more so. Seeing the numbers go up on the scale, on the measuring tape and on my clothes...seeing the stretch marks grow in number and intensity day by day...it's scary. I worry it might never stop and I'll become so big that I can't lead a normal life anymore. That I'd need to buy a second seat on a plane. That I couldn't ride a roller coaster. That I couldn't dance. That I couldn't walk.

I worry that people are talking behind my back, saying I let myself go, that I'm ruined now. I worry my partner will stop finding me attractive.

I feel like I never have anything nice to wear because everything highlights my huge belly. I'm constantly bloated and could be mistaken for pregnant if you didn't know me. All my trousers dig in painfully and I heave over the top of them. Shirts are too tight and ride up to show off my pale, rounded skin.

And sometimes I find it sexy, in a strange way. Like my body is changing and growing softer, and soft bodies are sexy...but then the shame creeps in. Like I'm doing something wrong and taboo by finding my own bigger body sexy.

I feel forced to be more feminine than I am - dresses and skirts are the only clothes I feel comfortable in. Everything else digs in too much, shows to much, or adds bulk that makes me feel even bigger. I was never a girly girl - I'm not even sure I'm a girl at all.

I'm going to Japan next week and I had originally planned to buy clothes while I'm there. I had been excited about all the different styles I wouldn't be able to get back in Scotland. Now the idea fills me with dread. They won't stock my size in any of the normal stores there. I'll have to shop in stores with insulting names like Moo Moo Girl and Hey Fatty Boom Boom.

Maybe I'll grow to accept my body with time. Maybe I will even be able to lose the weight somehow. But i don't want to come off the medication. It's been the only thing that's made a dent in my depression and I couldn't stand to lose that. Maybe I could even be fat and happy someday - better than skinny and dead.

I just hope I figure this shit out soon.