Lara took her seat on the plane and sighed as she tried to make herself comfortable. It would be a long flight but totally worth it in her eyes. She hadn’t seen her sister Diana since she had decided to move to the states to be with her new girlfriend. That had been four years ago.
Sure, they’d chatted on Facebook and shared phone calls at Christmas and on birthdays but Diana had never been the most sociable of creatures and she’d blamed a lack of work as to why she hadn’t been able to come visit the family in the following years. For Lara’s part she had been busy putting herself through university and simply couldn’t afford to be making international trips.
But that was done with now and she had found success as a digital artist, working hard so that she could afford a trip to see her beloved older sister.
Lara spent much of the flight updating her blog, watching the odd film and sleeping. She had hoped that her sister might have surprised her by meeting her at the airport but that didn’t happen. Instead she got a cab to her hotel and called it a night after letting Diana and their mother know that she had arrived safely.
She awoke feeling refreshed after a good night’s sleep and was eager to get over to her sister’s house so she showered and dressed before grabbing a bite to eat at the breakfast buffet and catching a cab over to the address she had saved into her phone.
After a short drive Lara’s cab rolled up in front of a rather unassuming detached house in the suburbs. After paying the driver she made her way up the path, she rang the doorbell and shortly after was confronted by an unfamiliar face.
“You must be Lara!” said the mystery woman, wrapping her in a big hug.
“That’s me” Lara managed to get out after being released from the woman’s bear hug.
“Oh, where are my manners?! I’m Jean, your sister’s girlfriend. Come in come in!” and with that she ushered Lara into the hallway.
Lara was struck straightaway by the aroma of baked goods, she couldn’t put her finger on what was being baked but it smelled delicious.
“You will have to excuse my appearance” said Jean as she smoothed out the apron she was wearing “I’m just putting the finishing touches to a little something to celebrate your visit.”
“Oh, it’s quite alright” replied Lara as she took in Jean’s appearance. Underneath the apron she wore a floral tea dress and with her shoulder length blonde hair she gave off quite a motherly vibe. A feeling enhanced by the fact Lara would’ve guessed her to be a good ten years older than herself.
She realised she must have been staring when Jean smiled sweetly at her.
“You must be anxious to see your sister, she’s just through here” she said as she motioned towards a door off to the right.
“Diana dearest, we have company!” she called as she opened the door for Lara.
Lara made her way through into what appeared to be a very well-kept living room, lined with bookcases holding hundreds of DVDs and the occasional knick-knack.
“Lara! It’s so good to see you!” boomed a voice from behind her.
Turning toward the main living area she quickly identified where the voice had come from but she couldn’t make sense of what she saw before her.
“Diana?!” she asked in disbelief.
“In the flesh! Come and give your big sister a hug!” came the reply from the positively huge woman that filled most of the two-seater sofa she was perched upon.
“Diana... what happened to you?” asked Lara as she approached the mountainous woman.
“Oh yes, I’ve gained a little weight since the last time we saw each other I suppose” replied Diana as she wrapped her fleshy arms around her lithe younger sister to the best of her ability.
“A little?” questioned Lara as she drew back from their hug “you must be four times the size you were before you left England!”
“Well not quite” laughed Diana “I weighed in at 460lbs last week but that milestone is looming on the horizon! Thank you so much for noticing!”
Lara was momentarily at a loss for words before Jean poked her head around the living room door.
“Just wanted to let you know that the cake should be ready in about ten minutes”
“Yay cake!” squealed Diana as she moved the tray she had been nibbling from.
“Are you telling me you’re happy you’re this... this...”
“Fat?” Interjected Diana with a smile “I’m not just happy, I’m ecstatic!”
“But... why?”
“Being fat is amazing sis, I get to eat whatever I want, whenever I want. I don’t have to worry about creepy guys trying to hit on me and I get to sit around all day watching films! It’s great!”
“But you used to love catching people’s eye and what about sports? You were so good at tennis and swimming!”
“Pah! Let me tell you, nothing compares to the feeling of being full of yummy food, the only thing I regret is not starting this sooner!”
Lara stared at her sister incredulously for a moment.
“And what about Jean? She’s okay with this?!”
“Okay with it? She’s the one who turned me onto the idea! She’s the most amazing cook and when I gained a little weight after moving in with her I was a little worried but she couldn’t get enough of my curvier figure! Before I knew it, I was giving up my job to stay at home and indulge all day!”
“You gave up your job?!” spat Lara “you studied for seven years for that position!”
Just then they were interrupted as Jean wheeled in a serving trolley topped with an enormous sheet cake, Welcome Lara was spelled out in bright blue icing.
“Cakes ready!” she called cheerfully but was met by a sour response from Lara.
“Jean, please tell me this wasn’t what you were expecting when you were being supportive of my sisters initial weight gain?!”
“What do you mean darling?” she asked as she began cutting the cake.
“Jean, my sister is huge! And you both seemingly have no problem with that!”
“Lara dear, I only want what’s best for your sister and if she would rather stay here and enjoy herself than go out and work hard then who am I to deny her? I make enough money to take care of both of us comfortably so there’s really no need for your sister to be unhappy. Isn’t that right sweetie?” she remarked as she handed Diana a large wedge of cake.
“Who are you to deny her?!” asked Lara as Diana greedily tucked into her cake, seemingly oblivious to her sister’s annoyance “you’re an adult of sane mind and without wanting to offend, you’re older than both of us. You should be setting a better example!”
“Lara, please don’t spoil this day” replied Jean as she handed her a similarly sized chunk of cake “Diana has so been looking forward to seeing you and I truly hate to see her upset”
Lara opened her mouth to argue further but Jean was right, at least in part. She had missed her sister terribly and she didn’t want an argument to ruin the day. Instead she took a seat and sampled the cake.
She had to admit, Jean had baked an amazing cake and she gladly accepted a second slice when it was offered. She declined the third and fourth offerings though in light of her sister’s transformation under the culinary skills of Jean. Diana on the other hand revelled in a gluttonous afternoon, seemingly spurred on by her more mature lover.
Yes, lunch was so grand that it seemed to roll straight into dinner which in itself was a multi course affair with more cake afterwards of course. Lara found her willpower left wanting and unwittingly joined in on the feast, if only as to not cause a scene.
By the time Lara found herself in a cab back to her hotel room, it was with a well stuffed belly and a couple of slices of cake in a to-go box. The constant onslaught of food pushed at her by Jean had left her little time to question her sister’s new lifestyle. It seemed every time Lara bought up something that may have reminded Diana about her former life then Jean was there with more food.
A thought that Lara pondered as she took in her reflection in the hotel mirror. Stripped to her bra and panties, her belly stuck out from her athletic frame after the full day of eating that she had just endured but still she picked at the cake that had come back with her.
“It’s no wonder Diana ended up so big if every day is like that for her” thought Lara as she turned on her laptop.
She had decided to do some digging on Jean to see if she could find out a little more about her sister’s girlfriend as when she asked questions earlier in the day the answers were seemingly masked by food or simply turned back on Lara. For sure, Jean had learned a lot more about Lara than she had about Jean.
But for all her searching, Lara could find absolutely nothing on the woman. No Facebook, no Twitter, not even a Linked In profile could be found. It seemed that Jean’s online presence was just as well as kept a secret as the details of her day to day life, she didn’t even find out what Jean did for a job!
Defeated, she retired for the night. But not before polishing off the remains of the cake that she had bought back from Jean and Diana’s place, “it really was quite delicious” she thought as she went to bed cradling her overstuffed belly.
“I’ll have to control myself a little better tomorrow” thought Lara as she drifted off to sleep.
Lara was roused from her sleep by housekeeping knocking at the door, she had slept through her alarm and was late to meet with Diana and Jean. She called her sister to apologise but the call was answered by Jean.
“It’s quite alright dear, it’s to be expected after how much you ate yesterday. Come on over when you feel up to it.”
Lara hung up the phone and decided to check her email before she got ready for the day. One caught her eye from a Goddess_A@gmail.com that was simply titled “Mother Feeder”.
“I’ll have to check that out later” she thought as she logged off to get ready for her day.
Part 2
Lara walked into her hotel room and collapsed on the bed, groaning from the weight of her overstuffed belly. She had supposed to have been meeting up with her sister Diana and her girlfriend Jean to enjoy a day down by the lake. But Lara overslept and by the time she got to her sister’s house she was informed by Jean that Diana had “overdone it a bit” at breakfast and needed a little nap to prepare herself for the day.
Jean took this time to engage with Lara in conversation, all the while pushing snacks her way. Once Diana was awake it was lunchtime and as the plates kept piling up all thoughts of a day by the lake were quickly forgotten.
But it wasn’t just Diana that was filled to the brim with Jean’s delicious cooking, Lara herself had packed away far more than she normally would have, swept up in the gluttony that was happening in front of her, Lara only offered weak resistance when asked if she wanted more. Jean found it quite easy to coax the slim brunette to overindulge just like her sister.
At one-point Lara looked over at her sister who was leaning back on her sofa, both hands resting on her stuffed gut, taking it easy between courses and thought to herself - “maybe Diana has a point. This lifestyle certainly seems to agree with her and if she’s not hurting anybody then what’s the problem?”
She observed how Jean doted on her sister before turning her attention to her own protruding abdomen, “hell, if I had someone as loving as Jean in my life I might consider it myself!”
She was roused from her thoughts by Jean, “Lara darling, I’ve saved you a couple of slices of cake before greedy guts here devours it all. Would you like double cream on top?”
“Oh yes please!” smiled Lara as she rubbed her stomach.
Now back in her hotel room, she eased herself out of her clothes being careful not to upset her tender midsection.
“I really did a number on myself today huh?” she smiled to herself as she cradled the slight protuberance of her belly.
She fired up her laptop as she leaned back against the headboard of the hotel bed, she had booked a coach journey to the next state to see a friend for the next day and she was going to see if she could exchange the ticket for another day because for some reason all she felt like doing was sitting around, eating and watching films.
As she searched her email for her coach ticket she again noticed the mysterious message titled “Mother Feeder”, intrigued, she opened it and was immediately presented with a series of photographs.
They depicted a number of individuals of different ages, male and female. What they all had in common was that they were all fat! The smallest she estimated to be a guy around her sister’s size – 460lbs she had said but Lara estimated her to be closer to 500lbs in all honesty. The largest was a truly gargantuan woman who Lara surmised would have no chance of leaving the bed she was sat in.
As Lara looked at these different fat people she wondered aloud “who would send me these pictures?!” At the end of the email there was one simple sentence that read - “Beware the Mother Feeder = Jean McCarthy”
The formerly sluggish Lara was shocked awake to read her sister’s girlfriend’s name mentioned in this warning, but what did it mean? She grabbed a bottle of water from her fridge and bought up her web browser. Her previous web searches for Jean had borne no fruit but here she had something to go on. Searching for “Mother Feeder” simply bought up page upon page of breast-feeding articles. She searched for this mysterious email sender by name next but the results were equally inconclusive.
Finally, after hours of searching she found something that might have been of use. After searching “Mother Feeder Jean” she had found a hit on the fifth page of search results. It was from a website that promoted fat worship and glorified obesity.
She followed the link and found that she had to make an account to interact with people there. She filled in the profile as basically as she could, snapping a quick picture of herself to make her seem more approachable, she might as well “take advantage of the food baby she was sporting” she surmised. She took the name of CuriousKitten and saved her profile.
She quickly received a couple of welcome messages and compliments on her photo as well as a couple of unsavoury folks telling her she needed to gain “a couple of hundred pounds” and one even accusing her of being a catfish.
Even so, she continued her search for information but using the site’s search function proved just as frustrating as her wider search had been. Undeterred, she took her search to the website’s chatroom.
There wasn’t a lot happening in there, the occasional greeting and people asking for feeders. She plucked up the courage to post - “Hi, I’m new here and was wondering if anyone knows Mother Feeder?”
It didn’t take long to receive responses.
“Fucking hell! Not heard that name for a while!”
“Hisss! She who must not be named!”
“GTFO Mother Feeder! We don’t want you here! Reported!”
Soon after Lara received a direct message from a moderator that read – “Hi, I know you’re new here but there’s no mentioning banned users in the chat. Just know that if you continue to do so you will be banned”.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know” she replied “I just need to find out some information on her, could you help me?” She got no further response.
Just as she was about to give up hope she noticed something. One of the people in the chatroom was using the same picture as one of the ones she had been emailed! It was the large guy who she had thought resembled her sister in weight. Quickly she fired off a direct message to him. - “Hi, I know I'm not supposed to talk about her on here but I know you know something about her. Please tell me what you know about Mother Feeder”
It took a little while but she finally got a reply - “No”
Lara was at her wit’s end, she had come so close to finally finding out information on her sister’s mysterious girlfriend only to be dashed at the final hurdle. Luckily for her though, she wasn’t above begging a stranger on the internet.
“Please! You have to help me! I fear my sister may have gotten mixed up with her and I’m really worried about her!”
Another couple of minutes passed before she got a reply “Aww gees. I really don’t wanna get mixed up in this but if I can stop someone going through what I went through well I’ve got to do something. Give me your email address and I’ll message you there, you can get banned for talking about her here.”
Elated, Lara entered her email address and logged off, eagerly awaiting a message from “OnceBitten”.
Lara was up most of the night telling Diana’s story to this guy whose name turned out to be Greg. She gave Greg the rundown of what had happened to her sister starting with her emigration and sudden reclusiveness to the worrying personality change and massive weight gain. Greg agreed that Lara’s description of Jean matched the “Mother Feeder” he knew and that Diana was most likely in danger.
The pair agreed to continue their conversation at a later time as it was very nearly morning and Lara mentioned that she had to travel the next day. As luck would have it, Greg lived in the same state she was travelling to and offered to meet her so they could discuss things further.
“That would be amazing! Thank you so much! You’ll have to let me buy you lunch to say thank you properly!”
“Ha!” replied Greg “Don’t get making offers like that unless you have the bank balance to support it!”
The two arranged where to meet and Lara went to bed but she couldn’t sleep, she was so worried about her sister.
On the coach a couple of hours later she called her friend and put off their meeting until later in the day, explaining it away as being exhausted and that she wanted to get a quick nap when she booked in to her hotel room.
In reality, she was meeting Greg at a McDonald’s just out of town. She waited patiently on a bench outside and was overjoyed when the large gentleman finally pulled up in his truck.
“You must be CuriousKitten” he said with a smile, extending his hand. Instead, Lara ran up and gave him a big hug, well, to the best of her ability as her arms had no chance reaching around his stout chest.
“You can call me Lara” she offered “I was worried you wouldn’t show”
“Well you did say there’d be free food” joked Greg.
Inside they discussed Greg’s experience with “Mother Feeder” while they ate. He had met Jean about seven years ago when he worked at the bank she used. Subtle flirting had turned to dates and before long he was living with her. It was then that he noticed he was gaining weight.
“I used to be a real gym nut ya know” he reminisced as he tore into his second Big Mac, “but Jean had a way of occupying your time, mostly with food” he laughed “I gained about a hundred pounds the first year without really giving it any concern, Jean didn’t complain and she was such a good cook I kinda just went along with it, it wasn’t like she was forcing me to eat, I could’ve stopped whenever... at least I thought I could.”
“How do you mean?” asked Lara through a mouthful of fries.
“She had a way of shaming you into it I guess? Scolding me for wasting food when there’s kids starving in Africa, pouting if I didn’t have seconds, shit like that. Fast forward four years and I’m pushing 700lbs and struggling to wipe my own ass!”
“Shit” remarked Lara after a slurp of her milkshake
“Make no mistake about it, your sister sounds to be following in my very heavy footsteps and with Jean, that’s no good thing.”
I really enjoyed it, hope to see more soon!
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