chapter 5

A few months ago I saw the following post in Fantasy Feeder under Extreme Obesity and it intrigued me. Would I pass the test? What would the test be like and how would I perform? This is how the post read:

"The test I use when someone claims they want to be immobile

My best advice that I do with a feedee that wants to be immobile, I take a week, 7 full days, 168 hours, not a minute less. And I do the following.

1) I put them in bed naked

2) I feed them in bed,

3) I bathe them in bed, being very through

4) I toilet them in bed for pee and poop. Being sure to keep them clean.

5) I turn them every 3 hours to prevent bedsores.

After experiencing complete immobility for a week, where the feedee is not allowed to move at all without my help. I assess how it went physically, emotionally and physiology for the feedee. I would gather that experience now while you still have time to change course if needed. If you go completely immobile, you will be 100% reliant on your feeder until you die. "

My partner, also my feeder, and I were in lock down, so we had time on our hands; time to take the test. It did not take long for us to decide that I should take the test and we would obey the rules to the letter.

As I think I have already related I have a bariatric hospital style bed. First, it can easily take my weight because it is designed to do so and also the base moves so I can sleep with my upper body elevated which helps with sleep apnea. Not that they are needed the bed also has rails which would be helpful if I were to remain in it all day long. However, we did need to order in some supplies if I was to stay in bed for a week. This was all readily available on the internet: an overbed table, a special plastic feeding jug for liquid or pureed food, a plastic bed pan. a urinal, a plastic bowl for bed baths, wipes and soaps. We also ordered a bed turner which was made of a study polyester-type fabric which I would lie on and by pulling from one side or the other roll me over.

We then needed to prepare the bedroom. It should have as little in it as possible so that I would be reliant on asking for everything. The only furniture remaining was a bedside table and lamp, the hospital bed itself, the overbed table and a television on a table near the foot of the bed. The curtains would be closed permanently and the door to the bathroom locked. Once I was in bed the bedroom door would be locked too so there was no escape. We also thought it would be best to buzz cut my hair so that I would not need it to be washed while I was in bed and it would be easier to keep clean.

We both thought that it was important that I had as little input to what happened to me as possible. That was, after all, one of the strict rules of the test. I should have no real independence or control of what I did. Everything would be done for me at a time of my partner's choosing. Once all was ready, we decided to start the seven-day test when I went to bed at night. I undressed and my partner took my clothes away. Then I got into bed. From now on I was under the complete supervision of my partner. To get me ready he first raised the top of the base of the bed so I was in a seated position and then removed my glasses, which he put in the bedside drawer and it was the last I would see of them until after the test. Like the other members of my immediate family, I am severely short sighted so I have worn strong corrective lenses since I can remember. So the room was a blur and I could not make out the picture on the television. Next my partial dentures were removed in a perfunctory manner. Unfortunately, a diet of constant Classic Coke and sugary desserts has played havoc with my teeth and I have had to have a number pulled and most of the rest filled or crowned. He then cleaned my teeth followed by my dentures which he left in a tumbler beside the bed. Pulling the sheets down he positioned the urinal so that I could have a last pee before lights out. Lastly, he fitted my CPAP mask and turned on the machine. Turning out the lights he left the room locking the door as he went. Periodically through the night he came in and turned me from side to side.

In the morning he returned and started the daily routine which remained unchanged throughout the test. First, he turned on the television. It stayed on the same channel, the National Geographic Channel so I had no access to the current news. It played all day long and after a while I was barely conscious of it. I did not have a remote so I had no ability to change the channel or the volume not that viewing the television mattered much as without my glasses I could not see what was on the screen. Somehow my partner had decided that seeing clearly at a distance was no longer a priority for someone who was bed-bound. Then he raised the top of the base of the bed so I was in a sitting position and could pee into the urinal. After that he brushed my teeth and reinserted my dentures, washed my face and shaved me with an electric razor, also running the razor over my head to keep my hair down. Then he manoeuvred me on to the bedpan so that I could defecate. Once I had finished, he cleaned me up thoroughly with soap and water. He also gave my upper body a brief rub over with a damp sponge. With those preliminaries over, he lowered the base of the bed to near perpendicular and rolled me to one side. This allowed him to remake one side of the bed and by rolling me over to the other side he remade the other. Then I was back to a sitting position for breakfast. He pulled the overbed table across my bed and placed a large plate of buttered croissants and danish pastries and a drinking jug full to the brim of chocolate milkshake from which he proceeded to feed me, rubbing and caressing my rolls of fat as he did so.

Throughout the day he returned to enable me to urinate at regular intervals and to feed me, generally with a milkshake or Classic Coke and fast food brought in from outside. You know, the usual stuff of pizzas, hamburgers, French fries, ice cream and the like. I am addicted to all of it. Throughout the day he also rolled me over from time to time so that I did not stay in the same position for too long.

The only real break in this routine happened on the third day and subsequently every third day thereafter when he gave me a very thorough bed bath and changed my sheets and pillowcases.

I would have to say that I found the first two or three days quite difficult. I started to become quite restless in bed and without anything to do except watch, or more accurately listen to, television there were long periods of boredom, made worse because I was not permitted to move unaided. Also, as I had not exerted myself at all during the day, I found that it was difficult to fall asleep at night, so I lay awake for hours at a stretch with the only relief being rolled over to a new position every few hours. I deprived of other stimulus and had no real awareness what was happening in the rest of the flat or the outside world. The television drowned out the sounds outside during the day and with the curtains constantly drawn I had no idea what was really happening outside even to the extent of the weather. The only relief came with the arrival of food which happened six times a day: breakfast, a mid-morning snack, dinner, tea, supper and then another snack before lights out.

After the third full day things started to change. I felt that I was becoming drowsier and more comatose. Instead of feeling bored I just drifted in and out of sleep, almost as if I was in a daydream or reverie I also slept soundly at night and was woken with a start in the morning. It is difficult to describe but I felt that I was gradually yielding myself to the complete control of someone else. It came as a release. I was no longer responsible for anything. I just lay there with my thoughts which seemed to drift in and out of consciousness. I also felt the energy draining from me. Movement on my own was becoming too much of an effort. Luckily I was required to wait for my partner to move my body for me. If I tried to lift my arms. They seemed heavy and weak. But then there was absolutely no reason why I should exert myself for anything. I could just lie there and everything I needed was provided. By this time, we hardly spoke to each other. Even that seemed to be an effort and, in any event, I did not have much to talk about having done nothing for days on end.

Although the first three days had seemed interminable the rest of the week began to speed by with one day simply merging into the next. When it came to the end of the seventh day, I was not really aware of it. After all I had not been counting off the days. So my partner still repeated the end of the day routine of removing my dentures, cleaning my teeth and giving me a last chance to urinate before lights out. It was only then that he asked me whether I wanted to continue staying in bed for another week. Without hesitation I agreed.

He obviously knew that this was the answer I was going to give because he had arranged for a carer to help. What I had not really appreciated in my self-indulgence was the enormous burden I had imposed on my partner. He had to take catnaps throughout the day and night to care for me and, apart from that, he had his own work to do from home as his office was closed. Work was no longer an issue for me as I had found the strain of full-time work too much for me and I had become a house husband, so to speak, supported by disability payments.