What do you want your feedee’s last thoughts to be as she realizes her heart is giving out from how fat you made her on purpose?
It's hard to say! I imagine it's a conversation that is had early and often in such a relationship. It's her decision, so her approach and style of fascination with it will ultimately become my hopes.
What I would like? I want to see how certain moments play out. Those reactions.
Sitting her down and telling her that she is no longer permitted, by me, to leave the home without a mobility aid. I can't bear to see her struggle like that anymore.
Then when I decide she can no longer leave the home. It's too taxing on her, and no vehicle is easily accessible as it is.
Eventually this turns into destigmatizing her bathroom and hygiene needs. Getting up a few times a day for the bathroom is stressful. What if she fell and got hurt because I carelessly let her have the choice?
Once she's stuck in bed, I'm certain the accessories will start to come into play. CPAP. Oxygen. God willing, a bedside lift. (Bonus points for a breast pump and funnel fixed to the wall for consistent access and use). How does she handle these things? It's becoming real.
What does ~the end~ look like?? I think most serious feedees would agree that reaching 700lbs is incredible. Pushing someone to 800. .. .. that's where I am probably making pre-emptive measures? Scouting nearby hospitals for their bariatric capabilities. Checking for signs of unusual fatigue and breathlessness.
If it surprises us, I'd think there'd be a sense of intense passion? Call the ambulance, look her in the eyes, and tell her she's doing great. She's been great. A fully realized blob, useless pig of a woman - a perfect woman.