Wanttomakeyoufatter:
How do you know if you're a death feedist? I think I might be a death feedist? Cause it's such a turn on for me knowing that someone is immobile and wanting to get bigger dispite the health risks involved. Does that make me a death feedist or nah?

Vanity Fair:
I'd absolutely love to ruin a person's life, watching them grow and grow, watch them unable to hold a job, watch them unable to wipe their own asses, admire their progress in a bariatric sized coffin. I wonder if I could get a sculpture gravestone that looks like their heaviest weight self to ensure their accomplishments are fully appreciated.

GainAddict:
I lile the way you think.
The sculpture is a good idea. Or at least you can put their final weight on thier gravestone. That number would be one of their (and your) great accomplishments, so gotta get it as high as possible. Sort of like a high score.
What would be more important to you though, getting the weight number as high as possible? Our just the act of ruining them so utterly and completely? Or both?

Vanity Fair:
I'm a true sadist, I would say both.

Wemotorcycle:
We're all Satanist

Hedonistic_Purity:
As either a feedee or a feeder, knowing that you're not going to stop until death by fat, which will most likely involve being rendered house or bed bound before the heart attack or final stroke, what is a hotter and/or more enjoyable idea...

A) Creating or becoming a fully sedentary recluse as soon as possible, forced to give up everything else cared about or enjoyed, weakened and atrophied quickly and prematurely?

Or,

Doing as many active or weight sensitive things as one can before they are stripped from one's life, but being forced to keep stretching out that poor body with a fat prison a everything loved is taken away forever?

Saginata:
Hmm that's tough. B has appeal because, even though you know outcome, it can kinda sneak up on you. You can keep fooling yourself for longer. Trying to go about normally while never entirely sure when you might be doing that activity for the last time. Doors of opportunity and alternative choices slowly closing one by one because of one's growing weight and disability until only one path remains. And that's pretty hot.

But I think A might be more preferable. While it's a bigger lifestyle shock, the idea of being deliberately debilitated and rapidly reaching a point of no return before I could change my mind is quite exciting. By the time reality really sunk in it might already be too late.