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@obesebliss
that tiny lil *gasp* 😇
Sometimes I just want to kill myself. Not even in the fun sexy way. Just end it all.
That's it I'm opening applications to be my personal deathfeedee, let me feed you to death.
I want to be personably responsible for your immobility, suffering and eventual early grave.
I Am Reborn
Revelations 1:18: "I am he that liveth, and was dead; and, behold, I am alive forevermore".
Greetings, my Children of Abundance! I am the High Priest of Feedism! I have returned to my flock to dispense wisdom and guidance. I am here in my church to spread the Holy Word. That word is: MORE
My blog is open to any and all feedees and feeders! Please leave your limits at the door and dive headlong into limitless, endless blissful indulgence!
In the name of the Fatter, and the Fun, and the Holy Brosnan. Amen.
A few photos to show you my wonderful obesity 🐷🖤
Black and white makes everything more beautiful
Today I feel really crushed by my weight and it's a beautiful feeling, my diabetes is high, my legs barely move, my lungs suffer and my chest hurts, the only thing I can think is that I'm hungry and I want to keep bingeing.
The Philosophy of Hedonsim
I believe there is only one true way to determine what is good and what is bad in life, and that is the way that our bodies have done it forever throughout time. Happiness and sadness, pleasure and pain are the four things that motivate us to do anything in this world, generally we try to maximise our happiness while avoiding sadness, and maximise pleasure while minimising pain (these 2 aren’t always mutually exclusive). These feelings like all feelings do not just happen, they are caused by chemicals being released when we experience things associated with that feeling, for example eat food, feel happy, get fired from work, feel sad, masturbate, feel pleasure, stub your toe, feel pain. I believe this should be the foundation of what we base our lives on and what we choose to be the meaning of our lives. Good things are things that maximise the amount of happiness chemicals and pleasure chemicals received, and therefore we should strive to do as many things that produce these chemicals not only for us but everyone as possible.
For example, applying this to myself, I can justify writing these guides for people and encouraging people to eat themselves to death because it gives both them and me a great deal of pleasure and satisfaction and doesn’t cause anyone sadness. I would not however ever secretly fatten someone who doesn’t want it, or give an unwilling person not into this stuff any of the advice on my blog. If curing someones arthritis would make them happy that’s what I’ll do, if someone wants me to help them eat themselves to death before they reach the age of 30 because it makes them happy and horny, that’s exactly what I’ll do because the only thing that determines what is good and what is bad is the amount of happiness and pleasure an action brings into or takes away from the world.
Therefore I say give into all your desires, no matter whether that’s, feedism, deathfeedism, slob, immobility, intox or anything else as long as it gives you pleasure and happiness and doesn’t hurt anyone else there is nothing wrong with it, in fact it is your moral obligation to indulge in it.
A quick aside about life and death as a deathfeedee, I know sometimes it might feel like your wasting your life by eating yourself into an early grave but the way I see it is that if deathfeedism is something you truly want, then theres no reason to shy away from it, you could lose weight and get healthy and live a long life, but would you truly be happy living out a long boring normal life, constantly looking back wishing you gave in, or you could just give in now and embrace who you are and live your life the way you want to, live a life (albeit a short one) packed with pure pleasure and hedonism.
Something a little different than what I usually post, had a though and went with it, sorry for the ramble.
How does gaining (and the death feedee lifestyle generally, I guess) affect someone’s heart/cardiovascular system?
Ok so the best way to look at the effect a deathfeedee lifestyle would have on the cardiovascular system is to split it into two parts, the vascular system and the heart itself.
The Vascular System
In simple terms the vascular system is just a fancy name for all the blood vessels in your body that’s the veins, arteries and capillary’s.
Being super fat and unhealthy mainly affects the blood vessels in two ways, blood pressure and cholesterol
Let’s start with blood pressure:
When you pack on the pounds your blood pressure will start to rise the heavier you get the higher it will rise, this is because fat in the body will release hormones and chemicals which change the way your body regulates blood pressure, on top of that the fat physically pushes on the kidneys which are responsible for regulating blood pressure.
Diabetes is something I've mentioned many times before, and recommend you read my other posts on it, so I'll be brief here, when packing on the pounds, the chemicals and hormones that the fat releases that I mentioned above also have an effect on diabetes, playing a major role in developing diabetes, but diabetes it's self also increases blood pressure, making your body send signals to your arteries telling them to shrink and get narrower, it also makes your blood physically thicker due to glucose staying in the blood longer, this also increases blood pressure.
Being a super unhealthy deathfeedee means that you will be eating very unhealthy fatty food which means your cholesterol (the amount of fat in your blood) will increase, when this gets too high the fat will start to stick to your blood vessels mainly the arteries when this happens you develop angina and then as it gets worse this will lead to possible heart attacks and strokes. This takes us onto the heart itself.
The Heart
The effects being a deathfeedee on the heart are huge but again mainly split into two parts fitness and heart health.
Starting with fitness, this one is pretty obvious but being a deathfeedee you should be doing everything in your power to do as little exercise as possible, this means your cardiorespiratory fitness will decrease or simply put, how much effort your heart and lungs must do when moving, the more unfit you get the more effort they have to put in for smaller and smaller amounts of movement.
Overall heart health is affected by everything else I've mentioned on this post as these other things get worse so does your heart health, the arteries feeding it get clogged, it has to beat faster and faster to force your thick sugary blood through your massive body, it gets tired quicker and is at much higher risk of having a heart attack, developing atrial fibrillation (missing a beat and then two in quick succession), and heart palpitations.
I've probably missed things, so I'll reblog if I come up with anything.
C'mon, concede to your gluttony, piggy, rationalize your weight gain. 500lb isn’t that much. Ordering $40 of fast food every night is normal. Lots of people only fit in sweat pants. 5XL isn’t that big. Struggling to get out of bed is fine. Gaslight yourself, it will work wonders.
Fuck yes. I let’s totally okay to gain more
Knowing that I’m killing myself with food shouldn’t get me this wet but here we are
In to the hours of the night when most people should be sleeping, I gorge myself on fatty sugary goodness, feel the sluggish movements of blood through my body, how my breathing is laboured, my eyesight unfocused from sugar highs.
I will never get enough of these struggles, I crave them beyond any logical reasoning. I mean it when I say it, feed me to death 🥵
#deathfeedisteveryday
Keep clogging those arteries with that fatty, sugary goodness piggy 🐷
There is a certain size ❤️
When a piggy heart has to work so hard to move so much shaky flesh...
Powered by easy sugar and processed fat, always in reach. it keeps a heart...pumping.
Your heart now has just. enough energy to navigate the home that supports this...comfort.
Baby we have to pack you tight with calories before you even try to stand...you need the energy 💅
Oh. Oh no. Your heart, is it...working too hard baby? Need a walker? Need to sit down? i believe in You. i knew you could still get around by yourself. But...want to keep momentum?
Your poor heart. if it puts too much energy into anything but moving your body around...
well...if any distractions get that plump heart going before you can take the weight off...💥
i always have the walker ready to help. You were always...weak in the knees. 👄
Reasons staying off your feet for two weeks at a time kept your heart from exploding, recently:
a kiss, on a neck roll 👄
a pat on your bum 🍑
a few whispers of...encouragement
a few whispers of...truth
a mirror i held while you...moved
a single heft of that belly apron
a hard drop of that belly apron
a light fondling
a very tender...touch 👄
a snack along your route
One week i stayed naked
You could only make it to the bathroom. with help.
It's ok my poor, plump, weakened dumpling...it's your size. not your fault. there's nothing you can do...your heart needs to focus on me, anyway.
Now, while resting here, too tired to stand, i might as well make sure that heart has enough sugar to fuel the next excursion. to the bathroom.
Yeah baby, open up, it's ok. i promise it will help...mmn be good and swallow so that poor heart can keep.
ticking.
that's good, baby...
...all of it.
🎈💥
Diabetes it's so fucking sexy, imagine getting it, having eated so much sugar it damaged your body just shows how much luxury you live in.
Like, the year it's 2025, you're on your couch, sitting your fatass as you watch tv, you open your mouth and start eating an entire cake, then a 3 liter coke, and after it some cookies with a good liter of chocolate milk. And you do that day after day, lots of sugary treats and one day you go to the doctor, that sexy girl that encourages your gaining, she starts touching your body, telling you how much weight you've putted since the last checkup, and after that she tells you that you've just achieved it, you got diabetes, she pats your head, offers you a big and tasty cookie, you accept it, and you eat it right there as she pats your ass, telling you that you're doing good. That you're embracing modernity, that's the correct way to live, that's what your hedonist society wants you to be.
need a feeder to make me the disgusting, immobile, unhealthy slob i was meant to be. allow me to indulge and glut myself to excess night after night, growing dumber, fatter, greedier, hungrier… enable me to eat to my limit, to always accept another bite. convince me that struggling out of bed is fine. that those scary numbers the doctor said don’t matter. that leaving home isn’t worth it, especially when i can’t fit in the car anymore. i’ll believe you, like a good pig should 🥰
Same.
Addicted to your phone, you spend your time watching porn. All those asses and fat bellies, you want to be like them. You need to be a pig. Grab some chips, get your hands dirty with cheese, start gulping down grease as you consume as much porn as you can.
Envy those obese bodies that can't get out of bed, live a sedentary life, keep eating, ruin your health in the name of gluttony, keep getting fat. Once your arteries are fillee with fat you will only want more, until you die from obesity.
You didn't believe me when I said I would fatten you and leave you breathless.
You thought it would only be a few pounds, enough for your kinky little brain to feel and get off too.
How naive you were.
5 pounds became 15, then 30. You started to try and refuse the binges, 30 became 50 and you tried to hit the gym, 50 became 100 and you said that you'd had enough.
I would catch you in the fridge at the early hours of the morning, devouring anything you could.
That extra 100 soon became 200, then 250.
Your stomach started to sag, the stretchmarks where always red, you got out of breath just going to your room upstairs. So I moved you into the living room, closer to the kitchen.
I always enabled you and still do, you're my little lovable lard ball.
250 quickly became 350 and you cried.
520 pounds of quivering blubber wailing about how fat you had gotten. I brought you some icecream to calm you down.
Over the next three years I helped you climb up to 695 pounds. You could still walk but just barely.
At 700 you had me help you to bed, your new home.
725 was the day we hooked up your Oxygen machine. I remember it vividly because I took the hose from your face and kissed you, then said "I know, that kiss took my breath away too"
Today you're enormous at 877 pounds, you are never full, but thats the way I like my hogs.
Reblogging because I fixed some typos. Yall need to call me out on them, I don't always see them.