Chapter 3

Later that night, as I was browsing for a better job, Mamma came into the living room with an ecstatic demeanor. “Baby you were right! I found a website!”

Her attitude made me feel good for her. “What’d you find?”

“There’s this dating site for plus-sized people, it’s actually really open and friendly. I thought I’d have to look through a bunch of shifty sites but I found it almost immediately, there’s a lot of people who appreciate large ladies.”

She seemed really excited. “So, how’d it go?”

“Oh the people are really nice, I said I was new to being a ‘BBW’ and they were very welcoming and supportive. I put in all of the relevant information and I got followers right away, I think the pictures I took got a lot of attention.”

“That’s wonderful! Can I see?”

She was suddenly apprehensive. “Well… a lot of younger girls take rather revealing ones so I had to compete. I wasn’t naked or anything, I wore lingerie.”

Now I really wanted to see. “I should still know if it’s too uh… slutty.”

She thought about it. “Yeah, maybe I need a second opinion.”

She handed me her phone with her profile open, I saw her details listed. ‘Hi, I’m Beatrice. I’m new to being a “BBW”. I wanted to see if anyone was interested in getting to know me. I’m kind of shy but once I’m comfortable with you I’ll be your best friend. I’m looking for someone serious, I’m not interested in boys.’ I thought there were a couple problems with it but it’ll definitely get attention. Her weight was a solid 300 pounds, she listed her favorite foods and movies as well as what she wanted for a partner. The pictures she took were pretty good, she made it clear that she was a big woman with some sizable traits. I couldn’t help but see how large her breasts were, as well as how cute and deep her belly button was.

I had to restrain biting my lip, I didn’t want her to know that I’m gay and that would give it away. “I think it looks good Mom, men do think with their eyes.”

“It felt a little inappropriate but I thought the same thing, I had to stand out. Like look at her, she just has her bits on full display.”

She showed me a woman with DD’s with her nipples for everyone to see, her hands framed her belly and it made me feel things I haven’t before. I thought she was really cute and her fat was in all the right places, I was getting too excited. “Y-yeah, that’s how it is. Just don’t show off more than you’re comfortable with.”

“Oh I won’t, I’m classier than that. Though the comments were flattering.”

“What did they say?”

“This was the first one: ‘Wow, milf material’ I had to look that up so I knew he was a boy. ‘I’d love to get to know you’ I messaged him but he hasn’t responded yet. ‘You look gorgeous, I hope you know that’ and so on.”

“Seems like you’re really turning some heads. It’ll take some time to get the right kind of attention, you’ll probably have to comb through a few guys. Don’t be worried about how far away they are. Most online dating is long distance anyway.”

“I get it, I can afford to wait for the right one. How’s your love life going?”

I didn’t expect her to ask that. “It’s… fine. I might go online as well soon.”

“You should! With your looks, you’ll find the right one in no time at all.”

Maybe I should’ve been doing that all along. “Yeah, you might be right.”

“Well I want to celebrate, we can go out somewhere. I could take a few pictures to show that I’m a good mom who knows how to have fun.”

My stomach started growling. “Yeah, or… we could have some of your pasta for dinner. You said it lifts your spirits, why not have some for the occasion?”

She gave me a funny look. “But you’ve already had so much, I don’t want you to have to look like me.”

“It’s okay, I won’t overdo it like I did last night. Besides, you deserve to feel good about what you eat. I’m sure the guys online will enjoy what you make.”

She considered it. “Oh what the hell, why not? You know what they say, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. They’ll know I’m a good cook.”

That’s not what I meant but she took it the right way. “Great, I’m starving.”

“I think I’ll make a nice alfredo dish tonight, with chicken and parmesan.”

“That sounds good, do you need any help?”

“I got it covered, it’s not that complicated. Besides, I don’t want you to find out what I use to make it taste so good. You don’t want to end up on FF.”

“FF?”

“It’s the name of the website, it’s called Fantasy Feeder. I’ll start right away, all this excitement has got me hungry too.” She went into the kitchen.

Fantasy Feeder… I think I’ll take a visit myself. I got on my phone and went to the site, it never occurred to me that maybe I was a chubby chaser. The women were beautiful, I always thought that fat girls were kind of gross but I guess it was because I saw them in a negative light. Those curves and their sexy faces drove me wild, I made an account so I could come see who I could hook up with. It asked for my weight and I haven’t checked in a while, so I went onto our scale. It went up to 170 and I thought it was off, so I tried to recalibrate it but it went right back to 170. That was impossible, last time I was weighed I was at 155. When the hell did I gain fifteen pounds? Maybe I was just much younger back then so I was less developed. That had to be it, my womanly body was settling in.

I had to hide my name in case Mom found out I was on FF, which meant I needed to hide my face at all costs. I went through the female profiles, they were so confident and sexy. For some reason I gravitated towards the bigger girls, their fat bodies drew my attention like nothing else. I saw this one tanned girl living in California, she was wearing her bra and underwear. Her breasts were so big and her belly button went in so far, I never thought I’d ever want to lick someone’s belly button before. I imagined her on top of me, telling me how much she liked my attention and how special I made her feel. I couldn’t resist masturbating, the idea of all of her weight on me made me super horny. When I was getting close, I thought of her sitting on my face while I ate her plump pussy. I never came so hard in my life, I had to cover my mouth so my mom didn’t hear my longing moans.

She knocked on the door, nearly giving me a heart attack. “Dinner’s ready.”

I calmed myself down. “O-okay Mamma, I’ll be out in a minute.”

I felt conflicting things about the revelation that I was into fat girls. On one hand it was so exciting to discover a new part of myself but on the other hand if I started dating it’d have to be with a BBW… maybe even an SSBBW… I couldn’t fully process all this new information, I needed to give it some time. I felt my legs shake as I tried to walk, I never knew I could do that to myself. I eventually got to the table and my mom had the pot of rotini alfredo on the table, she handed me her phone.

“It’s okay if you’re not in frame, I just wanted you to take a picture of me with all this delicious food. I know how much these men love their foodies.”

“Foodies?”

“It’s the word for someone who likes to eat, especially a lot.”

I tried to take a good shot. “There, I think you look nice.

“Thanks, you got my good side. I think they’ll like this one.” She sent it.

“It smells really good, it probably tastes even better.”

“Oh you’ll love it, though I want to have leftovers this time.”

“Sorry about that…” I was embarrassed.

“It’s fine, I’m just surprised you liked it so much. Now enjoy it.”

I took the first bite and I was amazed, it tasted even better than the spaghetti. It seemed Mom thought the same thing since she was practically scarfing it down, seeing her eat like that felt… nice. I had finished but before I could ask for more, Mamma gave both of us a second helping. I loved how creamy and decadent the white sauce was, the chicken was perfectly seasoned and cooked just right. I had my second bowl faster than I thought but she finished before me, we both looked like we wanted more. I could see her struggling to resist her third bowl.

I saw that we were already more than halfway through the pot. “How much did you want to save?”

She was hesitant to answer. “For a few days… there’s less than I thought…”

I almost didn’t feel full. “You know… we don’t have to stop-”

She served our third bowls. “You’re right, it’s a special night anyway. We won’t be eating like this every night, I’d run out of spice fast.”

We both enjoyed overindulging on the delicious meal, she seemed like she missed treating herself to this dish. We were both stuffed, it felt great.

She unbuttoned her pants and her belly spilled out in front of her, my eyes were dilated at the sight. “Ahh, that hit the spot. I don’t know why I stopped.”

“Stopped what?”

“Having this, it’s so tasty. I actually missed feeling this full, it’s nice.”

I couldn’t deny it anymore, seeing her like this was transcendent. “Maybe we can eat like this more often, there’s no harm in enjoying yourself.”

She leaned back and rubbed her bloated gut. “You’re right, life’s for living.” She handed me her phone. “Take a pic, this’ll get the attention of the belly lovers.”

It certainly grabbed my attention, it was so round and sex- I mean cute. I focused the frame on her belly button. “There, I think people are gonna love it.”

“Oooh, I love it. You’re a good photographer, you can get a job doing it.”

I never thought of that, maybe I could try to take pictures for a living. “That’d be nice, though I think it’s pretty stiff competition.”

“Don’t worry about that, just do what you love and life will find you. You should try to become a model, you definitely have the looks for it.”

“I’ll consider it, but right now I’m going to bed. That stuff puts me to sleep.”

*Yawn* “Yeah, me too. I’ll clean up tomorrow, this Mom needs her beauty sleep.” She got up, her belly hanging looked ho- I mean… something…

I went to my room feeling stuffed and a sensation that I wasn’t sure about. Today felt… different, there was so much for me to think about. I wanted to get down to what I was feeling but for some reason it made me horny again, so I went back to FF to look through some videos. I found a girl from Germany playing with her big, soft belly. She was rubbing and squeezing her sexy rolls, all I wanted was to touch her softness. She started talking with her cute accent. “Hey guys, I just wanted to say thanks to all you wonderful people for supporting my habits.” *Giggle* I didn’t think people would pay to feed fat girls over the internet. “It’s time for my monthly weigh in. Some of you think I'm lying because I don’t show the number on the scale but I wouldn’t lie about this.” She jiggled her amazing fat. “Last time I clocked in around 325, let’s see how much I’ve gained and trust me when I say I can feel the extra pounds.”

She stepped forward which brought her gut closer to the camera. I loved seeing how round it was. “Okay, it’s calibrating.” She rubbed her skin, squeezing her rolls. *Gasp* “Holy shit, 333. I gained eight pounds this month, a new record.” Her words faded while I thought of her gaining even more, I imagined how much she ate in a day let alone every month. It must’ve been a lot for her to get so big, I wanted to see her get even bigger. I fantasized about feeding her a copious amount of food, bringing it to her wanting mouth to have it disappear inside of her never to be seen again except as more fat. The process repeated as the pounds went up and up; 340, 350, 375, 400, 450, 500. She’d become so huge all because of me…

I came so hard I screamed into my pillow, the last thing I wanted was Mom to hear me. When the dust settled, I was recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm. I would never imagine how much I’d love to see fat girls getting fatter, with me helping them along the way. I think I found my first real addiction, it felt great.