Feeder Sisters

Chapter 1

"See, isn't he cute?" the girl said as she showed her sister a photo of her new boyfriend on her phone.

"Yeah, you can really see his potential here. I think you picked a good one, Annie."

"I know! He's a total beanpole and I've only managed to get five pounds or so on him, but look at that little pooch of tummy! So cute," Annie cooed.

"I'll see what I can do. Bring him in next Wednesday. I'll give him a physical and some nudges in the right direction." Annie smiled at her sister. It was so nice having a doctor in the family. Especially one that was sympathetic to her... preferences.

The next Wednesday, Annie brought her boyfriend, George, to the office of one Doctor Emily Smith.

"Isn't it a little weird for me to get a physical from your sister? I know it's free, but..."

"Oh, honey, don't worry about it. Emily is a professional. She won't make it weird or anything."

George nodded, still feeling a little nervous.

Soon, George is sitting in a patient examination room, waiting to go through his annual physical. He notices that there's a bowl with various candies sitting on a side table nearby. He figures they're probably there to keep kids calm during their appointments, but decides that taking one won't hurt. He pops a mini Milky Way into his mouth and chews slowly, glancing around the room. It's pretty dull. Nothing to look at or think about, really. The bowl of candy catches his eye again. He really shouldn't--doesn't eating during a doctor's appointment mess things up somehow?--but it feels like he's been waiting forever. It's been long enough since breakfast to justify having another little something. It won't hurt anything, right? So he unwraps another candy and pops it into his mouth.

As he chews, Emily walks in and gives him a professional smile. They have met before, but only once. "Good to see you again, George. The nurse came in and took your blood pressure and all that earlier, yes?" George nods. Emily walks over to a computer and begins looking at the medical chart that the nurse filled out. "It looks like she weighed you as well... but hold on. That number can't be right. Come step back on the scale."

George looks confused. The nurse hadn't said a number that sounded all that off to him--183 pounds. It was a little higher than his normal weight, but at his height, it wasn't anything unhealthy as far as he knew. He gets up and steps on the scale. The readout is digital and right at Emily's eye level. Within a few seconds, it reads the same number again: 183. "Wow," Emily says, looking... George isn't quite sure what her expression says. Worried? Surprised?

She gestures for him to sit down on the examination table again. She pulls out her stethoscope and presses it to his chest and back, asking him to breathe deeply in and out. She puts it back around her neck. "Well, George, your vitals all seem... fine."

"But?"

"But... you're underweight. Significantly. For someone of your height... well, let's just say I'm concerned." Emily looked incredibly serious. George felt his heart catch. Underweight? He wore mediums and larges, mostly. How could he be underweight? No one had ever said anything to him about this before.

"I'm going to recommend a diet that will hopefully get you to a weight that makes more sense for your height."

"A diet?" He almost pouted. Annie had always told him that she would never put him on a diet. And did it even make sense to put him on a diet when he was underweight? Wasn't that counterproductive?

Emily absentmindedly offered the bowl of candy to George and he scooped out another mini chocolate bar. "Yes. It's not a traditional diet--it will include a lot of foods that are likely richer than you're used to. We want you eating a more balanced diet. At your weight, there are significant concerns about malnutrition. We need to make sure to head that off at the pass and get you to a place where you're more comfortable." The doctor rifled through some papers before finding what she was looking for. She handed it to her patient. It was a copy of a meal plan.

"Annie will be more than able to help you follow this. And if you end up needing to eat more or you want to change any part of the meal plan up, feel free to do so. The caloric goals are the most important part. So long as you're hitting those, you have the freedom to eat as much as you want. Fruits and veggies are important, of course, but we really need to focus on getting you to a healthy weight first and foremost."

George nodded, staring at the meal plan. This was all a little overwhelming. He looked at what he was supposed to eat for the rest of the day. This diet recommended that for lunch he consume at least 1,500 calories. He didn't even know exactly what that meant. How much food was that, exactly? He'd never had to count calories before. But he knew Annie would handle everything for him. She always did.

In the car on the way home, he told Annie about the new diet plan as she started to drive them home. She nodded very seriously and asked him what he wanted for lunch. "Maybe we could go to Subway or something? I kind of want a sandwich."

"Baby, you can't just have a sandwich." Annie's eyes shone as if she were close to tears as she glanced at him. "If Emily said you're underweight, we need to make more careful choices about what kind of food you're eating. The meal plan says if you don't put on at least ten pounds this month, we're not doing it right."

"Oh..."

"Why don't we just swing by Five Guys and get you a burger and some fries while you think about what else you want, hmm?" Her voice was sugar-sweet. It was almost a purr, the same voice she used when she was trying to convince him to pause the game he was playing and come join her in the bedroom. He could feel his face heating up.

He cleared his throat. "S-sure, we can do that. I don't know if I'll be able to eat after that, though."

"Honey, it's right by the mall, there's plenty of choices there. You can get whatever you want. Emily said eating anything helps, right?" Somehow, Annie had his favorite look on her face, her eyes wide and deeply interested in him, her full lips parted slightly.

George nodded. "I guess I can decide once we're at the mall."

Annie gave one quick nod and sped up a little on their way to get her squeeze the first meal he'd ever have on his new diet.


***

Two months and fifteen pounds later, George had outgrown everything except his sweatpants, and even those were tight. The bottom of his belly peeked out of all of his shirts, and the sweatshirt he wore to try and hide this fact was so tight against his belly that he could barely get it zipped. Every part of him had gotten thicker.

He felt good. Annie complimented his progress daily. "Oh, honey, you look so good in that. Your clothes all fit so much better." He would blush a little. He felt too big, but he realized it must've been because he'd been so underweight for so long he didn't know what it felt like to be a normal weight.

She would rub a hand across his belly, her hand drifting to his soft underbelly and hefting it, her nails grazing against his skin in a way that made him bite his lip. He could feel parts of himself stirring as her wide eyes looked up at him with adoration and lust. There were the usual bits, but there were new things he felt when she looked at him that way now. If she gave his belly a kiss, his stomach would rumble and he would immediately remember the night she'd stuffed him with three boxes of Girl Scout cookies. Almost without thinking, he would head towards the kitchen to look for snacks, Annie in tow, making suggestions and offering to make anything that required more effort than opening a package.

At his monthly doctor's appointments, he would now reach continuously into the candy bowl as Emily discussed his progress with him. "Everything's looking good. You're finally starting to approach a good weight for your height. How is Annie taking it?"

He smiled as he sucked on a root beer barrel. "She's really happy." He thought of her grabbing his now much thicker ass while they showered together. "I think she's really liking seeing me get to a healthier weight."

There was a sparkle in Emily's eyes. "That's really good to hear." Emily had heard plenty from Annie already. Annie called her sister regularly to gush over George's progress. In their phone call the night before, Annie had lovingly described a feeding session in which George had consumed over 5,000 calories over the course of an hour and a half, and how fat he'd looked afterward. Annie had then expressed that she hoped they could keep up George's "diet" until he hit 400 pounds.

"Once he hits 400," Annie had said, "I think he'll be too far gone to stop." Emily had agreed. George had taken to eating enough calories per day for three healthy adults like a fish to water, but both Annie and Emily knew there was a possibility that he might slip back into his old ways. They had also realized that he would need to start gaining much more quickly to satisfy Annie's desires without her having to wait too long.

"I do think we need to up your intake, though. Your gain back to normalcy has slowed down quite a bit."

"Really? I thought I gained more weight this month than I did last month."

"Yes, but you're going to have to work a little harder if we're going to keep your metabolism in check. I am going to be sending a recipe to Annie for a shake you'll need to drink three times a day. She'll make sure it's all prepared for you."

As he munched on another piece of candy, he nodded. "Whatever you think is best, doc. I really appreciate it."

As he walked out the door, Emily took a good look at him. Annie really had picked a prizewinner to fatten up.


***

Six months and dozens of prescribed shakes later, on top of the mountains of food he was now consuming, George was hardly recognizable. By the time he woke up each morning, Annie would have enough breakfast to feed a large family sitting at the dining table for him to eat, and he would waddle in to fill his belly before going to shower and get ready for work.

To Annie's delight, George's weight had mostly settled in his belly. It stuck out in front of him, bulging further outward and hanging lower with every pound he gained. His arms and shoulders had grown thicker, and his double chin was impossible to hide. His hips had widened enough that Annie had needed to get rid of all the chairs with arms in the house in order to keep George from breaking them.

George, somehow, hardly seemed to notice how large he was. Doctor Emily's constant use of the term "normal weight" and Annie's constant fussing over him and sneaky replacement of all his outgrown clothes had influenced his perception of himself such that he couldn't really see himself as anything but a normal man, if maybe a bit above average in the belly area. He had noticed that he was constantly hungry, though. His response to certain sounds or things that Annie said or did were practically Pavlovian. With every kiss from her, every, "Oh, honey, I made your favorite," every slight caress of his enormous paunch, he would feel his stomach rumble. Once that happened, all willpower he had around food seemed to disappear. Just one small suggestion and he would find himself begging to be fed. Annie never said no, and would always ensure that as soon as he was packed to capacity, she gave plenty of attention to all his other desires. He was lost in the most fattening feedback loop, with no ability to see it and no desire to get out of it.

On his last visit to the good doctor, she weighed him in at 400 pounds and proclaimed that they had finally cured his weight problem. Emily told George to go home and celebrate. He could hardly waddle back to the car fast enough. All he could think about was Annie and the huge, lavish meal she'd promised to prepare that day if he had broken 400 pounds. As he sat in the car, panting and trying to catch his breath, realizing he was getting harder at the thought of eating an entire ham by himself than he was at the thought of the inevitable marathon sex session, it started to dawn on him that maybe he cared too much about food, that maybe having the steering wheel digging into his belly rolls wasn't a sign of being a "normal" weight, that he might want to go to the gym if walking just a few feet from the doctor's office to his car was leaving him winded....

And then he got a text from Annie saying, "Dinner's ready when you are, sugar!" and all introspection faded. Nothing mattered but getting home and eating.