Like, for my current situation being a long distanced death feeder: I want to kidnap my partner, tie them up in a chair in my private apartment, keep them all to myself, forcing them to eat the greasiest slop that shouldn't be considered food day in & day out while I condition them to listen to everything I say, fuck their navel with my gock as I see them chug down pints of melted ice cream like the hog that they are, seeing them struggle to breath under the hundreds of pounds they've gained all throughout. Watch them gain as their health worsens. I want them huffing and puffing even when they have a CPAP and oxygen masks on. Tease them by removing it for a few second and putting it back on before calling them a good piggy. Either seeing them begging for more or begging for me to stop. Maybe even hiring/bringing in more death feeders to act as nurses for them. Said death feeders manipulating their diet with even more greasy slop, keeping them full and bloated 24/7. Making them waddle to get their food to see how quickly they get out of breath with that over worked, lard filed heart they're going to develop. And when their (my partner's) first heart attack happens, I'd love to make them eat a little treat before calling an ambulance. Of course I'll be doing an "effort" to keep them alive and kicking, if they can even kick after the years of muscle atrophy that they're going to deal with, in the mean time they eat and have the ambulance arriving. Taking them out of the hospital weeks later, waiting for the day that their heart or stomach gives out on them as the feedings get worse.
Hell, I'd LOVE to fuck them into a heart attack as the other death feeders keep on pumping them full of grease, heavy cream and empty calorie slop.
In the situation that I were to be encouraged and fed until my body gives out like I describe for my partner that's into this, @stronglyloudbasilisk's yearly weight gain plan has been stuck in my brain for months now. Which is the one I'd pretty much love to use for said partner once I'm able to keep them in one with me. Although, I will do some minor changes to the plan but pretty much most of it is something I dream of using on either end.
I'm probably sticking to the death feeder role but I won't be shy on gaining while I make my precious little piggy blow up to a beached whale ready to burst, wether it be their heart or stomach that does so first~
