I want someone who can take control of my life and reduce me to a completely immobile blob, maybe even help me to set a new world record for fattest person in history. I don't care about the feeder's gender, I'll submit to anyone willing to ruin me.

I can't go anywhere rn, but in the near future I'd gladly relocate in the usa to a feeder if they're real and serious. I want to dedicate the rest of my life to getting fatter and lazier until my body gives out on me.

If you're real and don't mind waiting for me to finally be free to get to you, my telegram is @luCARBio, my discord is PetrichorSunrise#7425, and my kik is luCARBio. if none of those work for you, you can also reach me at agathokakological1593@gmail.com

I would certainly love to be the target of such a thing, takes away all the trouble of stressing over finding a feeder who will go to the extremes to produce a proper piggy

My ultimate fantasy is mainly to break the world record for heaviest person ever, but beyond that my unrealistic ultimate fantasy would be to get all the way up to an entire ton in weight

admittedly, they haven't been sitting in. I tried being open with them about it on my own because the whole "hiding a major part of myself" thing was hella stressing me out. They claim that it's just the health aspect of it and not the being fat but tbh I don't really believe that's all there is. I don't blame them or anything, especially since my ma has always had a hard time with her weight and has been struggling to lose weight how she wants cause of medical stuff, but it doesn't make it hurt any less

I've been struggling with depression and general anxiety disorder for the last few years, and while doing so, I tried being open about my feelings about wanting to gain tons of weight (pun intended). I'm sure you can imagine how poorly that went with my parents and my psychiatrist. It pisses me off that everyone around me seems to automatically assume that my desire to gain weight and whatnot is just a depression born eating disorder or something. Hell, my parents even had the audacity to tell me about how they thought that I'd been, and I quote, "radicalized and manipulated" by the feederism community in my time of weakness.
At this point I'm probably starting to drift a bit from my original point. long story short, how do feedees, especially of the extreme/death variety like myself, find relatively unbiased mental health support if even possible, especially while stuck in an actively anti-fat environment?

I was at 5 for a while, but now I'm unwillingly back down to 4 and slipping further back

I've unconsciously known ever since I was a little kid and developed a major fixation on big bellies in general thanks to cartoons and such. Even when I began learning about porn and stuff it wasn't even a conscious act, I'd just automatically seek out stuff involving big bellies, which ended up being mostly feederism stuff. It's kinda dumb, but whenever I feel like a lousy feedee wannabe, I'll try and just think about that and remind myself that I was practically born to be a complete pig, lol

If I wasn't stuck living with my health-focused family and could afford a wardrobe upgrade, I'd 100% wear the most aesthetically pleasing outfits that both look awesome by themselves and also emphasize just how fat I am, buttons straining and blubber always on display, especially as I grow

My first semester of college I managed to gain about 30 lbs in 3 months, getting up to 240 lbs. That was fall 2020, and since getting home at the end of that school year and staying due to mental health junk, I've slowly lost and lost all the way to 194 lbs. Between a lack of income and hella "health" conscious parents, I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever actually be able to gain again in the foreseeable future, much less fulfill my death feedee dreams.

God knows I wanna be a death feedee, but I don't see how I could ever find that life for myself IRL, or any feeder at all for that matter