#deathfeedist

- needing two chairs ( or more ) just to fit your fat ass at the buffet as you've barely fitted through the door

- getting banned from said buffet as you get fed to the point of having your belly in front of everyone, getting gropped and kissed by your feeder as they tell you how much fatter they're going to make you while everyone looks at you in shock, wondering how someone can let themselves go this far into obesity for their own pleasure with no regrets

- having your feeder nurse look after you and take care of your every needs, stuffing you beyond your limits each day as you struggle to breath under your gut pinning you in place, begging to be pleasured as your piggy mind gets hornier and hornier with each bite and slap on your jiggling gut

- needing mobility aids just to move your lard ridden body around ( bariatric cane, wheelchair, mobility scooter, etc. ) for the time being, just waiting for the inevitable moment you won't be able to move an inch from your bed, now having two purpose, getting stuffed and fucked like the perfect immobile piggy you are while growing even fatter for you and your feeders pleasure

You set your first weight goal at 250lbs, but upon reaching it you don’t feel satisfied. You see all the praise and attention other feedees receive for their sheer size. You feel an envy brewing. You must keep going.

Before you know it you surpass 300, then 450, then 600..

Uh oh! It looks like you’re ballooned up so huge that you can’t even sit up anymore without the weight of your enormous gut pinning you down.. You know this isn’t good for you, but the attention you’ve garnered online for your disgustingly obese body makes you feel soooooo good. What will you do?

You’re now 780lbs, there’s not much more you can do from this point on other than stuffing your face daily with your greasy, stubby hands.. continuously packing pounds on faster than ever before now that you’re immobile. It seems you’re for sure doomed to gluttony.

You’ve officially ruined your life for something you swore you could quit at any time. Your body is permanently damaged, even doctors tell you that you’re well beyond the point of no return.

Gluttony and lust have consumed you whole.

Was it worth it, piggy?

Especially when sometimes they're not an obedient pig like they should be

"what was that love, you're too full and you want to stop ?"

Sweetie, you know you can't, look how much I've destroyed your body with pure lard, feeding you all the unhealthy garbage I could find to, and I quote "turn me into the death piggy of your dreams"

You knew exactly what you signed up for when you met me, you knew what I was capable of doing to your body and you still want me to stop feeding you when you're full ?!?

NOT A CHANCE

You know you need to swallow everything I give you otherwise I'll punish you for your disobedience

Whether it's by feeding you double next time and really pump that piggy gut up

turn off your oxygen so you struggle even more to breathe through your cannula as I fuck your rolls and start your vibrator buried deep in your fupa

Or my favorite, make you wear a way to tight pair of booty shorts and a crop top, make you waddle around in public while I force greasy food down your throat while teasing you about how I'm going to kill you with lard in front of everyone

You know you can't stop now and never will, you need to listen to everything I say and follow it to the letter like the perfect piggy you are

Now, get back on your bariatric bed and let me funnel you the second gallon of lard shakes, you know your growing figure needs it as much as your lard ridden hearts needs more oxygen to function and give you one of your few breaths left"

If you're a death feedee and you're not trying to get to that point, you're doing it wrong and I need to fix that with a funnel and even more lard to put onto you so we can really test your limits as my death piggy

Now remember, stuff your greedy mouth with everything in sight so you can one day grow immobile and weak like a good growing piggy