chapter 16

The next few days mostly involved Deirdre getting settled into her new life. Any doubts she had about life outside the institute were gone. Spencer was a respectful and pleasant man, always asking how Deirdre was and getting to know her better. Another advantage to life with Spencer was that she could go anywhere, and had a large allowance of money.
On her sixth day with Spencer, she took to social media. Before, she was forbidden to make any accounts on any form of online media, restricted only to the institute messaging system.
After finishing her facebook account, Deirdre decided to contact Strawberry. They still had access to the messaging network, and Deirdre sent a text asking for her facebook.
After a few minutes, a reply came in on the phone: "its just Strawberry. Try putting bbw or fatty into the search bar, and i should come up. Already got a big following 😜"
Indeed when she looked up Strawberry, she had gotten 98 followers. Most of her posts were stuffing videos, and she seemed happy enough.
As Deirdre looked down her timeline, another text came up: "Wanna meet up?"
Deirdre typed in a reply with her sausage fingers: "Yea. Sounds good. Where you live anyway??"
"Jacob street. High end house. Number 565"
"Be there soon"
Whenever Deirdre travelled outside, she always wore clothes made of stretchy materials. Her galaxy-pattern yoga pants and top didn't look conventionally sexy, but Spencer pinched her ass while she walked out the door. As always, he made her feel special.
Jacob street was a short way away. Even in February, the sun was coming down pretty hard, and Deirdre wasn't doing too well. By the time she reached number 565, she was totally tired out.
Upon ringing the doorbell, she was greeted by Strawberry, clad only in her blue underwear.
Number 565 was a large upscale home with all the modern necessities for a growing feedee; double-doored fridge, stocked pantry, couch-bed and everything in a short waddle's range.
Strawberry herself hadn't made any serious gains, but her bra was slowly being swallowed up by her breasts.
"So," she said, offering a tub of ice cream to Deirdre, "How's your commissioner?"
Deirdre took the tub in her chubby hand saying, "The best. Every word and action makes me feel special and irreplaceable."
Strawberry nodded. "Mine is totally devoted to me when he's not occupied with his work. This house feels like it was made for me. Its like the entire place wants to make me fat while he's away."
"You hear from the others? Cho and Kylie?"
"Cho posted some pics on facebook. She's gained five pounds since she graduated. And she isn't even on appetite enhancers. Kylie on the other hand. Well," Strawberry said, picking her phone off the table and showing Deirdre the screen, "She's just eating at every opportunity. Ten guys bought her fifteen full sized McDonalds meals between them. And her guy doesn't give a shit, just as long as she's eating."
The pic depicted Kylie eating a big mac, seated at a table laden with fast food. The chair was completely blocked from view by her ass, which was almost twice as wide as her bust. Her short brown hair and crop top went well with her heavy frame.
The rest of the day was spent chatting and gorging themselves. They had almost emptied the larder by the early afternoon, making a considerable impact on their waistlines.
Deirdre went home, almost passing out from the sun combined with her swollen gut. Spencer made her a substantial dinner, which he persuaded her to finish, despite the trouble she had putting the last few bites of dessert down her mouth.
Once again she fell asleep happy and full, in the comforting embrace of Spencer's arms.