I Guess You Are Stuck With Me

Chapter 1 - Feed, Fuck and flee

Emma navigated to settings, and paused her finger lingering over the delete account button.

She had been on Feabie now for 5 years, her experiences had been mixed, mostly blowhard pretend feeders, teens who sent unsolicited dick pics and parasocial romantics.

But occasionally, she would connect with someone and have a real conversation.

This last 'Real' encounter had left her really deflated, she had spent the last two years exchanging messages with a guy and had thought they had really connected. Someone who understood her desire to keep getting fatter, and wanted to love and care for a fat partner.

And bonus he was actually local for a change.

Emma had made rule to only communicate with locals more recently, she had spent too much time talking with guys from all over world, knowing deep down it would never go anywhere,

At 38 she was ready for something real, and endless chatting was essentially just a waste of her mental energy.

But after they met, and experienced what she thought and was an amazing evening of feeding, deep erotic fat play and hot sex, she found herself ghosted again, with the typical 'it's not you it's me, I need time to figure myself out' line, to excuse himself from the picture.

"Another Feed, fuck and flee she opined to herself.

At least I still have the 2nd box of 100 assorted soft-center chocolates he brought over to keep me company, she thought as she logged in to Feabie to delete her account.

She put three soft centres in her mouth at once, and bit down, "mmm, there you go Priscilla" she cooed.

Priscilla was her name for her belly.

Her beloved belly, that was now getting really very large and was becoming hard to hide with even baggy clothes, not that she tried to.

Priscilla had started off as a single round pudgy mound, but had now divided into two soft portions, a lower very heavy roll that covered her fupa, and spilled on to her thighs, and second buttery handful that rolled over the top like wave about to break, covering over her belly button as if it was the gatekeeper for access to that now deep cavern.

She entered the feabie feed, same as usual 47 messages and 85 notifications. About average. Most of the messages started and ended with Wsup, hey, hi, the alpha pretender - message me babe. Did they expect a response from such minimal effort.

She reviewed the messages Delete, delete delete. 'Oh yeah right" delete.

Maybe i will upload one final pic of my recent gain she thought as a sign off, then close my account tomorrow.

Over the last 5 years she had gained 230lbs, from 130lbs to 390lbs, Triple her starting weight.

Kind of weird thing to be proud of she mused, but it made her wet when she thought about it, and 'fuck' how much fatter she could still get.

Feabie for all its flaws had at least provided the affirmation she needed that it was Ok to keep gaining, that she was not alone in wanting so much to be really fat.

And the positive comments on her pics had kept her emotionally afloat, and acted as a counterweight to the negative feedback she had got from her mum, and some now ex-friends.

But it hadn't delivered on the thing she wanted most, a real deep and loving relationship with a guy who understood her desires on an emotional level, and wanted to take pleasure in her gaining, together. Someone to witness and validate her transition into a sexy-supersized human plushie, and be proud to walk with her hand in hand as they navigated life together.

She had often fantasised about her partners hands all over the heavy folds of her body, him savouring each new buttery deposit, and how each addition sculpted her form in a new direction. Little fat rolls behind her knees, a little extra on her bingo wings, how her side boob merged into a back roll.

She knew she couldn't settle for anything less than someone who was turned on in every fibre of their being by her expanding girth.

She put it simply and directly in her profile.

'Looking for a hubby who likes me fat, and wants me fatter'.

She had started her gain, with quite a pear shaped figure, her booty had always been big with a proportional round tummy, and while her ass had gotten wider, most of her gains had gone to her belly that now tumbled like a landslide from the front of her torso.

Priscilla was becoming so heavy now and harder to carry, she found herself overbalancing as she leaned forward to grab things.

Having to stop herself falling, both made her giggle and turned her on to her core, she knew she needed to be so much bigger. maybe not immobile but sailing very close.

But she wasn't going to get what she wanted from Feabie, she knew that much.

She set her phone on a chair and stood ¾ to the camera, so it would capture her from slightly below, her belly rolls filled the frame, and made her boobs that were actually D cup look insignificant. Only a small slither of the side band of her panties was visible, buried under the vastness of belly.

"God I look so fuckin fat" she mouthed out loud. She had family thanksgiving next week and it had been 2 years and 120lbs since she her family had last seen her, and she had argued with her Momma, who was trying to push wegovy with her.

The upcoming reunion was the source of both trepidation, but also electric excitement from reactions and the fat shaming she would receive.

She upload the pic to Feabie, with the simple caption 'Thanks Feabie it's been a blast'.

She logged out, "I'll definitely delete my account tomorrow" she asserted.

Ten minutes later, as she was picking at the last of the chocolates and basking in the sugar rush, she found herself with the familar urge of wanting to see the reaction to her post and so logged back in.

Only 2 new messages and 1 new post notification. It was 3am though. sleepy time for North America.

She browsed the comment on her photo first. "My Dreamwife for a dreamlife😍 - AusFA

Pretty corny she thought..

AusFA, was a profile she'd seen in the notifications a few times before and mostly ignored-another overseas guy, probably a wanker catfishing fat girls for wank bank material.

It did make her think for a second about what life in another country would be like though.

She had spent most of her life in Oregon, she was originally from Maxville, a backwoods logging town, but had moved to Portland to work in a marketing agency, where she had become the office fat girl over the last 4 years. But they were good to her and she mostly liked the people she worked with.

She definitely didn't want to go back to Maxville and marry a logger with a pick up. Kids sure maybe, but not just be a domestic slave to put dinner on the table. Despite loving food she wasn't much of a cook anyway.

She opened the messages tab.

2 messages

1 . hey - from chubbychaser

2. Just as I get the guts to contact you, you leave -AusFA.

She opened AusFA's message.

It was long, but it was 3am and she couldn't sleep.