Chapter 4 - Please Don’t Let Him Find Me

The EMTs rush into the room, their eyes widening as they take in the sight before them. I am on the bed and I am so large that my body seems almost to blend into the mattress, flattened and distorted by the weight. They approach gingerly, their eyes scanning the room.

"Over here," my weak voice calls from somewhere beneath the flesh. The EMTs move cautiously towards the sound.

As they approach the head of the bed, they see my face for the first time. I look at them pleadingly, my eyes clouded with desperation.
"I can't move," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "I'm so sorry, please help me."

The EMTs nod grimly, their work just beginning. As they maneuver the stretcher in close, they catch sight of the feeding tubes and snack wrappers littering the room. The implications all too obvious.; you’re my feeder and you’ve fattened me to the point I’m dying.

As they make their way out of the house, the EMTs can't help but notice the look of shock and disgust on the faces of the neighbors who have gathered to watch. They can see the judgment in their eyes, the harsh assumptions and unwarranted conclusions. The EMTs try to ignore it, focusing on the task at hand.
Soon they are in the ambulance, me secured on the stretcher, the feeding tubes still attached to his body. The EMTs work to make me as comfortable as possible, doing what they can to ease my suffering as they speed towards the hospital.

As they drive, I speak up through raspy breaths, my voice shaking with emotion. "Please..." I whisper. "Please don't let him find me."

Unfortunately, you’re my emergency contact. You’ve already been notified that I’m being brought to the hospital. I start to whimper knowing that the whole ordeal will not only make you angry, it’ll turn you on. My bloated body will feel your wrath later with burgers and gainer shakes. The small, darker part of my mind that once enjoyed feederism makes my tiny buried cock ooze pre-cum thinking how far you will push me over the edge for trying to escape my certain death.