chapter 2 tricia part 1

I am startled by the ring of the doorbell, so I quickly throw on some clothes to be presentable and I go to answer the door. I see as i ear the door, that it is my old friend Tricia. I am excited to see her and catch up.

Tricia is a 30 year old blond who most would consider hot. She is taller then me at 6 foot 1 and about 150 pounds. Like me, the work she has done has made her muscular.

Me: "Tricia! It is great to see you! I lean in and give her a hug.
Tricia: "Great to see you too. I heard that you need help and i hear the pay is great."

Me: "Yes I need help with my sweetheart and I pay well because I need people I can trust and can be discreet."
Tricia: "Discreet, why?"
Me: "Because I don't want my sweetheart to become a internet sensation or have his world upset"
Tricia: "Why would you worry about that?"
Me: "Because my baby is fat and he is intentionally getting fatter everyday."
Tricia: "How fat is he?
Me: "Currently almost 700 pounds. It's getting hard for me to keep him fed, bathed, and comfortable."
Tricia : "Well, you and I have both worked with people who are heavier then he is, and I would be happy to help you my friend. May I see him?"
Me: "Yes, in a few minutes. The pay is $22 an hour. I have two shifts available each day. 7 am to 3 pm, and 3 pm to 11 pm. I also need you to sign the non disclosure agreement before you start.
Tricia: "No problem, when would this start?"
Me: "It can start today after you sign the non disclosure agreement."

Tricia signs the non disclosure agreement and I lead her back to you my love.

We walk back to your bedroom and you are just waking up from your after breakfast nap. You smile and I kiss you passionately. You are naked, except for your diaper which I can tell needs to be changed.

I introduced Tricia to you and I showed her the hoyer lift. I positioned the hoyer lift pad under you and I lift you to the changing table. Tricia did not seem surprised by your use of diapers and she offered to help clean and change you. I watched as she cleaned you up from your morning pee. She was very gentle and through. It was obvious she had done this before on someone your size.

Tricia: "Well that wasn't bad, and I can see why you need help with him. When can I start?"
Me: "Now. I am sure he is hungry. His bottle is in the fridge. Can you put him back in bed and bottle feed him while I make him lunch?"
Tricia: "Sure! I like that he drinks out of bottles, it's very cute. He is like a very fat baby."
Me: "Yes he is, and getting fatter everyday."

While she gets you back in bed and comfortable, I go in the kitchen and start lunch. I watch her on the closed circuit tv as she hand feeds you a bottle of weight gain shake. You are liking the attention and I smile. I decide from now on you will never feed yourself again. It will always be done for you. It will help make you even lazier and fatter sweetie.

For lunch, I decided that you needed pizza. And besides I don't want to cook with more interviews to do today. So I call up papa johns and order 7 extra large pizzas with sausage and pepperoni, 3 liters of Coca Cola and 14 brownies. I sit back and watch Tricia take care of you until the food arrives.....