Chapter 1: New Man Of The House

(WARNING: THIS IS NOT A BEGINNER LEVEL FETISH STORY. THIS IS EXTREME CONTENT.)

(This story involves a step-father feeding a mother and her 18 year old daughter into immobility and involves fetishes including mild slob, weight gain into immobility, mild health problems, hardcore sex, corruption, brainwashing, and MUCH more fucked up content. Don't read if you're a weenie.)


“MOM! CAN I HAVE A SNACK?” Hailey grumbles while rummaging around in the kitchen cabinets for anything half-decent to eat. She knew her mother had been on a weird “health kick” ever since her father had a heart attack a few years ago. It had nothing at all to do with his weight, it was stress-induced, but it still frightened her into making better choices with what she ate and how often she exercised. “Granola bars? Lame. All my friends have boxes of cookies or snack cakes at their house. It’s so unfair!”




The eighteen year old girl was still in high school, had thick metallic braces covering her teeth which made her spit a bit when she talked, and had short pink hair she had died shortly after her father passed because her mother was so heart broken she would have even agreed to a nipple piercing which she would have done if it didn’t hurt like a bitch. A tight black tank top and tiny gym shorts that clung to her hips graced her frame. A small pair of black glasses hung from her nose. She rarely ever got dressed up and enjoyed wearing cozier clothes instead. She was only 92 pounds and extremely short at 5’3 which made her the laughing stock of her peers. Hailey barely had any breasts to speak of with most of the weight riding in her thighs and ass cheeks.




An older woman came into the kitchen carrying plastic shopping bags from Value-Mart in both of her hands. “You can when you help me put up the groceries. It’s the least you can do since I paid for’em, Hailey.” It was Donna who was Hailey’s mother more or less. She gave birth to her, at least, even if she wasn’t the best role model in the world.




Hailey rolled her eyes and picked up the bags. “Whatever-...Woah! This isn’t the shit you usually buy. This actually looks edible! Are those Ding-Dongs?” She tore open the cardboard box with the Hostess logo on it, fumbling with the plastic wrapping, before stuffing a chocolate snack cake into her mouth with a finger while not even bothering to remove her retainer.




Donna scowled while placing a jug of milk in the fridge. “Hailey! I told you to mind your language! Yes, I decided to buy a few “treats” for us…organic food is getting expensive…and I am in a VERY good mood as of late!” She beamed with both rows of teeth on display while her smile lines around her mouth could be seen.




Donna was a 38 year old widower with a slim and sexy body, a busty waist, and a large thigh gap. Some people would call the milf a “Karen” because of the blonde bob cut, black sunglasses, and tight lycra pants that hugged each part of her legs like a second pair of skin along with her colorful striped top.




Hailey groaned and sat at the dining room table with her box of processed sweets while flicking the hair from her face. “Great. You found another man, huh?”




Donna placed frozen bags of fishstick in the freezer and bit her lip while shaking her rump back and forth like she just got her groove back. “Maybeeee…never let it be said that I don’t still got it!” She bounced her hip against the freezer door to slam it shut.




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The days turned into weeks as Donna started to act much more pleasant than she usually did. She started to give her daughter a hefty allowance, letting her go out to hang with friends so she could get alone time, and would buy less vegetables whenever she shopped while opting for salty potato chip bags of barbeque or sour cream & onion flavoring. Hailey didn’t think much of it until one day everything changed.




“HAILEY? I am back from my little “date”...and there is someone here I want you to meet! Come and say hi!” Hailey didn’t bother getting up from the couch while flicking through channels to watch late night talk shows.




“...HAILEY! RIGHT NOW!” Donna screamed at the top of her lungs that startled everyone around her and made a few neighborhood dogs bark in shock.




Hailey banged the couch cushion with her fist and flicked the channel off to step into the hallway. Donna was there and she had company this time.




The man was extremely tall at above six feet while having tone muscles under his plaid shirt and ratty work jeans. Bulging biceps and triceps were pushing against the sleeves and denim leggings. “Hey, kiddo! I’m Michael…but you can call me Mike if you want! I…I have been seeing your mom, and I know it is kinda awkward, but I want you to know that I ain’t trying to replace your dad or nothing like that…”




Hailey stared at his sharp jawline, blue eyes, and scruffy black hair that hung to his neck. “...So you are the guy who is fucking my mom, huh?”




Donna smacked her on the back of the head. “SHUT IT, HAILEY! She didn’t mean that! Eheh-Heh-...She is just not used to the idea of her mother going out with other men who isn’t her dad.”




Michael crouched down on his knee and placed an arm on her shoulder while smiling warmly and speaking in a hushed but deep voice. “I get it. It’s weird…but I just want you to know that I am here for you. You need advice or…help with anything? I am yours! I love your mother very much and I hope that one day you will warm up to me too! You can even call me “daddy” if you want!”




Hailey shook her head in disbelief while trying to hold back laughter that wanted to escape her throat. “Psssh, Whatever...I wouldn’t even call my boyfriend that. I’m going to my room now. Have fun humping used goods.” She flipped them both off and stormed to her room down the hallway.




Donna looked like she was gonna blow a gasket as she shouted back to her. “YEAH! GO TO YOUR ROOM! YOU ARE GROUNDED UNTIL YOU CAN BEHAVE YOURSELF! NO DINNER TONIGHT EITHER! …Michael? I am SO sorry about her snotty attitude. I know that me being a single parent is a HUGE turn-off…maybe we can have our dates when she is in school? Would that work for you?”




Michael headed into the kitchen as she followed behind her. “I love you, Donna. I love her, too. She is just adjusting to it all. I understand completely. Let me handle this, alright? I’m cookin’ tonight and you can sit back and relax!”




Donna kissed him on his hairy cheek and stroked his chest with her finger. “Oh, is that so~? I heard you were a five star chef and your desserts were to die for! I cannot wait to finally try it for myself!”




Michael dug around in the fridge, pushing past jars and tupperware containers, before deciding on spaghetti noodles. “One bite and you will be hooked. That is why I rake in the cash!”




Hailey was sitting on her knees on her bedspread covered in moons, stars, and planets while listening to music on her Ipod using earbuds.




-Knock Knock Knock!-




Hailey didn’t even hear the knocking as she was focused on the lyrics. Michael pushed open the door and came into the room. “Hey, Hailey…It’s Hailey, right? Want some dinner? I brought you a plate even if your mom said you don’t deserve it.”




Hailey pulled the earbud cords around her neck while staring across towards him. “Don’t you ever knock?”




Michael frowned and sat down next to her on the bed. “I did knock. Heh. It’s okay. Want some cake for dinner? That’s fun, right?”




Hailey stared down at the plate of strawberry shortcake with a large fork in the center of it as frosting smeared the ceramic. “Cake? For Dinner? You are trying WAY too hard. Thanks anyway.” She squeezed the plate in her fingers and set it down next to her. “...What do you see in my mom anyway?”




Michael let out a weary sigh and tried to find the words. “...She is a sexy, smart, funny woman and I feel like I can be myself around her. We have a lot in common…and I think she could use someone in her life to make her feel whole again.”




Hailey rolled her eyes and cut off a piece of the cake with her fork, scooping up a decent chunk onto the metallic utensil, as she lifted it up to her mouth. “Look, You can do whatever you want…but I am not into this. I love my dad and don’t like the idea of someone else sleeping next to my mom at night. Got it? Thanks for the cake…You can go now since you won’t be winning me over…”




Hailey stuffed the cake into her mouth as her eyes lit up with joy, her taste buds popped with sugary glee, as she licked the fork clean. “Oh…Oh my god. This is so moist and delicious! It might be the best cake I ever had in my life!”




Michael scooched closer and patted her shoulder. “Your mom thought the same thing! She ate over SIX pieces of it and ice cream for dessert alone! She finally passed out on the couch after eating her fill. If you want more? Plenty next to the coffee maker. There is an entire pot of spaghetti with homemade sauce and three cheese meatballs, too. Help yourself, Hailey. I might not ever be your dad…but maybe I can be your personal chef?”




Hailey continued to push some more cake into her mouth while filling her cheeks full of baked strawberry-tarte goodness. “I guess so. Better than the stuff my mother usually cooks.”




Michael let out a delightful chuckle and stood up from the bed while heading to the door. “Tell me about it. She tried to cook for me during our first date and I couldn’t stand it! I fed my plate to the dog. Goodnight, Hailey. I hope we can be friends someday and that I won’t invade your personal life.” He placed his hands in his pockets and headed toward the bedroom door.




Hailey squinted while licking the plate clean using her finger. He was nice, charming, and even…a bit handsome. A bit TOO perfect. She had a very bad feeling deep inside her belly and it definitely wasn’t from the cake. “...~Guuurgle~...” Hailey licked her lips and headed to the kitchen to refill her plate with any leftovers.




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Hailey groggily woke up while stretching her arms. “Boy, that cake really hit the spot. I can still taste it on my buds.” She noticed a thin layer of pudge had covered her chest giving her a thicker figure around her hips and a pleasantly stuffed tummy. “If he thinks he can bribe me with dessert? He can think again. I’m not THAT easy.” She slipped on a tight top with the band logo for Radiohead on it and headed down toward the kitchen so she could get there in time for the school bus to pick her up.




Hailey’s mouth tasted like someone squirted out a gigantic bottle of frosting onto her tongue, a few crumbs scattered around her mouth, while she felt her strained midsection touch the edge of the shirt until it felt like a second layer of skin. “What the-...” She stopped abruptly when she saw a sight that was only something you would see on the cover of a Martha Stewart homemaker magazine.




“Heya, Hailey. Did you sleep good? I didn’t know what the two women in my life enjoyed so I just made a little bit of everything!” Michael spoke in a raspy voice while looking like he was worn out from spending his morning behind the oven with his culinary magic.




“Bout’ time you woke up. Most of it is cold. You better scarf it down if you wanna catch the bus. It’ll be here in thirty minutes.” Donna snapped at her while pushing a grease oozing sausage link down her mouth and slowly massaging her engorged taut stomach with both of her fingernailed mitts to simmer down the digestive orchestra that was playing deep within her body.




The plate in front of her was drenched in syrup, crumbs, and bacon bits as she wheezed frantically like she had just ran for an hour on the treadmill.




Hailey rolled her eyes and grabbed a saucer covered in decorative flowers. “Morning, mom. I haven’t fully waken up until I hear your constant bitching and nagging. It’s like my alarm clock.”




The dining room table had a stack of pancakes AND waffles, sausages in both links and patties, a stack of crispy bacon, fresh cinnamon rolls, a few boxes of donuts, a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice made by hand, a frying pan covered in three different types of eggs, and a hickory smoked ham sliced thin like in a deli butcher shop. The warm aroma of a morning buffet wafted in their nose and made her salivate at the sides of her lips.




Hailey could barely even pay attention to HOW much food she was loading on her plate as it slowly grew heavier with every pancake, sunny side up egg yolk, and jelly-filled Pilsbury biscuit.




“HAILEY! I TOLD YOU TO STOP DISRESPECTING ME, YOU LITTLE FUCKING ACCIDENT! God, no wonder your father died! Dealing with you put him one foot closer into the ground!” Donna rubbed her stuffed cheeks in frustration while lazily chewing her jaw up and down to finish swallowing the scrambled eggs and hashbrowns that were pushing against her chubbier face.




If Hailey didn’t know any better? She could have sworn her mother was putting on some serious *** pounds. Did she always have a second chin? Did she usually have her breasts push against her blouse with her bee stinger nipples? Did her stomach always creep out of her waistband like a mound of bread dough? No. Not that she could remember.




“Now, Hailey? I know it’s not my place to butt in like this…but your mother does a lot to keep you clothed, fed, and happy…and even though she yells…she IS trying her best to be a positive role-...” Michael tried to speak but was abruptly shushed with her holding up her hand to silence him.




“I can scold my own daughter, honey. Thank you. Hailey? You aren’t going to push my buttons today. Mikey-wikey is taking me to his restaurant for a date and I am going to be in too good of a mood to be riled up by your bullshit.”




Hailey carved her pancake in a triangular shape to soak up the excess butter and syrup like a sponge. “Oh, really now? Isn’t today your gym day? What am I supposed to eat? Crumbs off the fuckin’ floor?”




Donna slowly leaned back against the chair while sinking her fingers against her waistband to free more room for her stomach to keep expanding outward to conquer more territory on her lap. “...~Bhurrrwoooorp~...Michael? Your cooking is ORGASMIC! I think if I eat another bite? I will have to be rolled out of the house! Stick a fork in me! I’m doooone…. and, as for my gym, me and Michael have decided that I have been wasting WAY too much money on “health foods” and my overpriced gym membership…he is going to give me a high protein meal plan and we’re going to be doing more in-home workout routines!”




Michael took the empty plates and dumped them into the sink before returning with a rolled brown sack. “Here’s your lunch, Hailey. It’s nothing much but I did prepare you a special fried chicken platter for dinner tonight. It’s in the freezer so you might wanna heat it up. If you are still feeling hungry after all of that-…”




Michael slipped her a fifty dollar bill and winked at her. “Order a pizza. Hang out with friends at the movies. Don’t wait up. I want to take your mother on the “world culinary tour” that I reserve for my V.I.P clients. I’ll even bring you some leftovers so you can try it yourself! My chicken dumplings are the best in the city, so the critics in the paper tell me.”




Hailey stuck the money into her pocket to crumble it up as she wiped up the syrup on her platter with a sausage link while feeling her belly bloat into a full on food baby that felt as heavy as if she ingested a bunch of rocks. “You know, I wasn’t sold on your food, but I like any guy that pays me money to ***.”




Michael chuckled warmly and slowly leaned in for a platonic hug…which she cautiously accepted as he patted her on the back. “I’ll grow on you, Hailey. You’ll see. Maybe not now…but one day? I will be a good daddy to you and your mother.”




Hailey wrapped her arms around him and felt extremely uncomfortable as something hard poked against her chest. When she turned to look to see what it was? She saw it was just his car keys in his pocket jabbing into her. Michael was a pretty nice guy. A little TOO nice if you asked for her opinion.




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It had been a few weeks since Donna and Michael had begun to date and it felt as if the family was constantly being surrounded by food. The cupboards and cabinets were filled to the brim until there was barely any room for more groceries…so naturally they had to eat the older snacks to fit in the new family sized chip bags and cookie boxes. The refrigerator was packed so tightly that you couldn’t even grab a styrofoam container without knocking a bunch of soda cans or condiment bottles that were lodged inside of them.




Michael explained that he was using all of this food to “always have ingredients on hand for meal plans” but she became more and more suspicious with each passing day.




“Son…of…a…fucking� ��faaaaat…biiiiiiiiiiiitcccchhh…” Hailey whined while struggling to clasp her skinny jeans onto her thighs as she felt the button was ready to shoot off like a bottle rocket from her weight growth recently. A thick layer of stomach chub wrapped around her midsection, her breasts having gone up a cup size to look like she was smuggling baseballs underneath her tank top, and had so much pudding filling out her ass cheeks she could cushion even the most uncomfortable chair she sat down on.




“I have HAD it! None of my clothes fucking fit! I look like I completely let myself go! I am one burrito or bacon burger away from having to shop at the “Big Girls” section at the mall.” Hailey was weak from extension as her face was sweating buckets and flushed a dark red. “I need to say something. This is becoming too good to be true.” She winced as she saw the bottom of her jeans had ripped at the seams to reveal her cankles and her chafing thighs. “GARGH! WHY DOES MOM ALWAYS GO FOR THE WEIRDOS?!” She squeezed her fists into balls and stormed down the staircase into the dining room where her mother and stepfather were having a romantic moment together.




“H-Hailey! I thought you were full? Want thirds? I can make you a plate and-...” Michael just stammered out before seeing the teenage bitch glare into his soul.




“Zip it, dude. Mom? We need to talk about your new fling.” Hailey noticed something she didn’t really pay attention to before. He had placed some steamed broccoli, a piece of grilled chicken, and a pile of white rice with some sauce drizzled on top for his dinner that he barely picked at.




Donna, on the other hand, was divulging into gluttony on a massive scale unknown to even the most ravenous souls. “What the HELL is it now, Hailey?! It’s always something with you, isn’t it? Can’t you just be happy for me? I LOVE Michael! I LOVE his food! I don’t know what I did without either in my life and if you think I am going to give him up because you personally don’t like him? Think again, young lady. You live under MY roof, you use MY electricity, and you will eat HIS food! That’s final!”




Donna stabbed the foil tray filled with beef lasagna with her silver fork before cramming another cheesy and saucy square of italian goodness into her bloated maw. “How dare you reject his hospitality! There are starving kids in Mexico who would kill to be served this gourmet grub morning, noon, and night! You are such a…~Bwurrooorrp~...selfish brat! He’s not your father but DAMMIT he does care about you!”




Donna had packed on some serious pounds as she relaxed in the reclining chair with her bulk spread across it while the excess rolls squeezed against the upholstery of the comforter. The stomach was a multiple rolled mess of blubber that draped over her lap like a blanket, her thighs thickened with lard until they were rounder than ham hocks, while her sausage toed stompers barely fit into her slippers.

(Read Chapter 2.)