Future Fatboy

SuperXLChubBoy is going to be murdered by the Canadian government.

Calling this premeditated murder on the part of the state is not exaggeration at all. They know that people in this level of bariatric care need physical assistance to turn in bed to prevent bedsores. By choosing to withdrawal physical assistance they are intentionally creating a scenario guaranteed to cause a bedsore. That bedsore will be left untreated because it cannot be accessed without turning the patient. And it will quickly become an abscess and lead to sepsis and organ failure within a week or less possibly.

THIS IS MURDER

This is also a moment for our community to stand up and do something. Aside from the obvious legal intervention needed here there are a few other things that can be done.

1. Raising funds to cover legal costs

2. Creating a petition to save Luke’s life

3. Making phone calls to province and even federal (or Canadian equivalent) officials asking them to intervene to save Luke’s life

4. Writing emails to these same officials asking them to intercede.

5. Contacting the media to raise awareness of his planned murder by the state

6. Creating a social media campaign urging people with any level or humanity or care for others to donate, call, or write an email

Whether it is moving him to another facility, getting his care home the proper equipment, or simply legally requiring the people in charge of his care to not murder him via intentional medical neglect. There are ways forward that allow everyone involved to retain their humanity and dignity

I don’t know him closely enough to start most of these. I don’t know the name of the care facility for starters. his full legal name, or how to get him access to funds for legal help. But at minimum I can spread the word about this. So that’s what I’m doing.

​I want them to hate me. I want them to look at their massive, unrecognizably obese son and know exactly who did this to him. I want them to know that every time they try to intervene, I’m just going to go back into the kitchen, bake something even richer, and feed him until he can barely stand.

“Yeah…no problem…” he lied between wheezing breaths

A year ago, helping her bring in groceries was a non issue, despite his huskier frame, he still had plenty of bulk. Besides, it was only groceries, it wasn’t like he was hauling rocks. Still, that was a year ago, a year full of laziness, hedonism, and lots and lots of groceries.

As he slowly stepped up and into the house, he tried to maintain his composure, tried to prove to himself he wasn’t as far gone as he was. Unfortunately for him, the sweat stains on his far too small shirt, stained with yesterday’s flurry of grease and sugar, and his sweaty brow told another story, one of the glutton he had become.

She followed behind him, effortlessly carrying the simple bags of groceries, a task she now had to do multiple times a week. It was taking more and more effort to cook and feed him, and he was eating through enough food to feed a family for a week, on a near daily basis now. She watched him lower his bulk into a nearby chair, his ass and love handles basically enveloping the poor thing as it creaked under his weight. This man used to frequent the gym, used to play college football, used to work construction and now he was a wheezing mess from one trip to the car and back.

It’s not surprising, he always had an appetite, one honed for bulking and perfected for beer and junk. All it took for her to make him the hog he was now was a little motivation, or lack there of I suppose. The protein shakes she made him suddenly began to make him swell with fat instead of muscle, something he failed to notice right away. His activity lessened, as she pampered him with all of his favorite foods, freshly made and heavy in calories and substance. The beers he would enjoy on weekends to unwind started to become a daily indulgence, and when he was feeling buzzed, his appetites, both culinary and carnal, grew. She pampered him, pleasured him, and worshipped him as he swelled, and he took it all so willingly, like the obedient hog he was.

She left and returned with more groceries, while he still tried to catch his breath. He hadn’t moved much the past week, and he was realizing it now. Since he was let go from work a couple months back, he didn’t have much reason to leave the house. Plus, she made sure everything he wanted was within arms reach, so what reasons did he really have to leave the couch? The poor hog, oblivious to just how much he was growing, while his once defined and honed muscles began to turn to jelly.

Once he finally recuperated enough to stand back up, she grabbed his shoulders from behind and gently guided him back down. “Don’t worry baby, I’ve pretty much brought it all inside. Just relax, no need to worry yourself. How about we just relax today? Maybe watch a movie or something? How’s that sound?” She placed a box of snack cakes on the table next to him, his favorites.

“Now, why don’t you head to the living room, while I sort through these groceries. I bought some stuff to make some homemade pizzas, figured you’d love that, right?” She wrapped her arms around him from behind, making sure to feel up on his massive gut while she did. He couldn’t complain about the idea, in fact, he never complained. Why would he? When she made sure he had everything he could ever need or want? He agreed easily, grabbing the box of sweets like it was his treasure.

I want to see the way your body struggles desperately to behave in the ways human bodies were designed to because of how incredibly fucking fat you've eaten yourself. Me having to sickly sweet encourage you to do things that should be second nature - "that's it sweetie, oh I know it's so hard, but just a few more steps and you can sit down". Us getting sidelong glances every time we exist in public as you wheeze against me, the spectacle of tiny little me hanging on to your thick arm trying to support you as you shuffle yourself forward.

You finally flopping back down into the couch when we get back, both you and it groaning with the weight. Breathless, red-faced with exertion and embarrassment that this is what it's come to. You're almost in tears. Between gasps for air - "I'm too big, baby, I'm too heavy, it's too much 🥺"

I disappear to come back with a near industrial size tub of cream puffs and mini eclairs and shush you gently as I pop one after another into your mouth to soothe you. "It's okay baby. I know. You're so hopelessly obese for me now, aren't you? Oh, you poor sweet pig. It hurts, doesn't it? You just say the word and we stop."

Seeing the look of terror on your chubby innocent face when I enter your room brings me such joy. And I know you love bringing me joy. That is your job as my plump pet, is it not?

I will restrain you, I will vibe you, I will tease you, forcing you to eat until you can't take it anymore. Only when you're a crying, whimpering mess will I let you have your release. Then after, while you're still panting, you'll thank me for it.

"Do you remember when we started and you'd be enthusiastically fucking me whilst I promised one day you'd be too big to manage? How I'd help you grow your fit body into a soft bloated nan? How I'd make sure your abs would melt off and be replaced with a soft round belly? How does it feel now sweetie, to know that I helped make you so fat you can't even fuck? I helped programme your greedy body to always want more food. I made sure you never said no to me. And now look at you. Such a big soft man, unable to hold yourself up for more than a few minutes. Unable to exert yourself enough to cum. You've put on so much weight that now you're completely under my control. And you're going to keep getting fatter. You enjoy being lazy and mindlessly eating too much to stop. And I've learnt to keep the cupboards well stocked to accommodate. I'll keep working out to make sure that I'm fit enough so that you won't ever need to be on top again. You can just keep eating and eating until you're too stuffed to move, then I can fuck you for your relief"

Any tips, advice, or pointers for a beginner?

(disclaimer that this is just my opinion!! also it turned out to be longer than i expected lol so bare with me)

communication is so important. this is not specific to feedist relationships of course but still adding it because i think it’s crucial

make sure you are separating kink from reality! this kink is like inherently lifestyle-based so i find this can be difficult for people to do sometimes. but it’s so important i think. keep checking in, keep ensuring you’re both having fun, always make sure they know they are loved wholly and unconditionally, whether they are eating/gaining for you or not!

when it comes to stuffing, eating a lot of something sweet usually tends to make someone feel sick. and tbh even eating a lot of the same thing, whatever it is, can get tiring. so make sure to switch it up! i find it really helpful to just have a wide variety of snacks or treats or food items (sweet and savoury) so that if they get tired of one thing they can just switch to another and keep eating to their greedy lil heart’s content

find out what your feedee LOVES to eat! find out what they don’t like! this extends even beyond food tbh. learn them. and then craft a life specifically for them to feel happy and content.

drinking calories is a weight gain life hack. sodas, juices, milkshakes, wg shakes, morning coffees with extra creamer, cute sugary cocktails, etc etc etc. are packed with calories and can be so easy to drink absentmindedly throughout the day. make sure to get your feedee some fattening beverages (:

be prepared for stomach-related mishaps. upset tummies, pain from overeating, etc. I know we often eroticize these things in feedism fantasies but it doesn’t always go that way irl. sometimes it’s a bit too much and takes them out of that “horny state”. just be on the lookout during stuffings and make sure your feedee is still comfortable enough and enjoying themselves.

in a similar vein, it is very possible that eventually one day your feedee may overdo it a bit too much and end up throwing up. when you’re engaging in the “force myself/my partner to eat as much as they possibly can” kink, it’s not unlikely to happen yknow? if it does, BE THERE for them. support them. exude love and understanding and care. I sometimes see feeders or posts on here saying things like “aw piggy threw up all those calories and now I’m gonna have to replace them😈”. again, that is maybe a hot FANTASY (and no shade if that’s what you’re into!) but if someone just ate so much they threw up, I promise you that isn’t what they’re tryna hear right then. instead, help them cleanup or whatever else is needed, get them some water or warm tea or something and then cuddle them until they start to feel better.