After showering I lay naked on my bed, the house seems eerily quite since Sarah left, it’s only been a couple of days since I got the text that she’d left me, 9 years we’d been together and all I got was a text. No face to face conversation, not reasoning, not even a phone call, just a single fucking text! Sarah had clearly planned it out though, when I got home from work that night there was no trace of her whatsoever. She had literally packed up and gone during my 12 hour shift! And yet for some reason, as I lay in the silence, watching the sun setting through my bedroom window, all I can think about is Lucy. The imagine of her laying flat on her back unable to get up by herself and her huge ass laying almost completely bare in front of me was ingrained in my mind. I look down and to my surprise, I’m hard, like really hard, harder than I’ve been in years! Me and Sarah hadn’t had sex for over 6 months because I’ve had erectile dysfunction, so why now when I’m thinking about Lucy does it decide to pop up? I gently grab the bottom of my large shaft and start stroking up and down with the imagines of Lucy still on repeat in my head it’s not long before a large pool of rapidly cooling cum sits across my toned abs. Back in the shower I go. Later in the evening, I’m watching some shit on T.V whilst casually sipping from a bottle of Jack. Lucy still haunts my memories. I pull my phone out and open up Facebook. After a few searches in finally find her! Lucy Thompson, not much is on her Facebook and by the looks of it she hasn’t posted for 2 years. I click on photos and my jaw almost falls off, she was so slim 2 years ago! I close Facebook and open Instagram. I find her quicker than I did on Facebook, ‘Feedee Lucy’ is her name on Instagram but unfortunately her account is private. Without even giving it a second thought I click request follow, the whiskey obviously has began to kick in! Within seconds she’s accepted and followed me back, the speed threw me off a little but I guess there’s not much else she’d be doing other than eating, watching and being on her phone? I instantly begin scrolling through her pictures, watching her shrink as I scroll further and further down! Most of her pictures are of food though, meals consisting of enough food to feed a family let alone just one 19 year old girl! ‘Hey!’ A message from Lucy pops up. Shit. I need to think fast. ‘Hello there!’ I reply. ‘General kenobi…’ That made my laugh to be fair ‘🤣🤣🤣…Just wanting to check that you’re okay? No bruising or inflammation?’ I respond. ‘No, I’m all good thanks! Do you follow all your patients on Instagram or just the pretty ones like me? 😘’ she replies. ‘Some patients stand out more than others’ ‘I don’t do much standing 😜’ ‘Because you’re a feedo?’ I message back, yep the whiskeys definitely kicked in. ‘A what?! 🤣🤣🤣🤣’ ‘A feedo? That’s what your grandma said you were…’ ‘🤣🤣🤣 she’s going senile! It’s called a feedee not feedo’ ‘That’s hilarious! So what’s a feedee then?’ I ask drunkenly curious. ‘A feedee or gainer, is someone who intentionally overeats to try and put on as much weight as possible….’ She replies. ‘Not to be rude but why?’ ‘Sexual satisfaction mainly! Nothing turns me on more than eating and being massive 🐷’ ‘I guess you learn something new everyday! 🤣’ ‘You obviously liked what you see😏’ ‘I’m a professional Lucy’ ‘A professional that stalks his patients on Instagram? You do realise that you like one of my pictures from last year so you must’ve scrolled down pretty far…don’t worry though, I won’t tell your girlfriend 🤫’ Fuck! She’s right! I didn’t even realise! It’s a picture of Lucy standing in front of a full length mirror with her belly completely out hanging over the waistband of her sweatpants looking full to the brim! ‘You’re right, it wasn’t very professional, I’m sorry. Plus I don’t have a girlfriend anymore, we broke up 2 days ago’ ‘No need to apologise, I’m sorry to hear that! How’re you feeling?’ ‘Thanks, honestly? I’m alright, kinda relieved actually. We haven’t been getting on for a couple of years now, it was only a matter of time.’ I tell Lucy, letting my drunken fingers type away. ‘Maybe you need the company of a big girl to cheer you up? 😘’ Lucy replies cheekily, making me smile like an idiot. ‘Lucy I think you might be getting the wrong impression about me’ I type back not wanted to pull on this weird thread of mine anymore. ‘I don’t think so, your face said it all when you first see me. Your eyes lit up!’ ‘I was just shocked by your age’ ‘I felt something earlier and I know you did to, I could feel your heavy breathing on my ass, I could hear you inhaling my scent, i felt your strong hands squeeze my softness when you helped me up! I’m your type and you’re only just realising!’ She messaged back confidently. She was right, why was she right? Why do I find this morbidly obese woman attractive? I turn off my phone without replying to her and chug at the bottle of jack, taking 3 big gulps before pulling the bottle from my lips with a contorted face. I’m not ready to open this can of worms. **************-1 month later-************** It’s been nearly a month since me and Sarah broke up and all I’ve managed to do is slowly burn through my saving on booze, cigarettes and rent. I still have found another job, hell I haven’t even looked! I’ve barely been out because I come to the realisation that my friends aren’t actually my friends at all, they’re Sarah’s! Everyday I wake up and tell myself that today is the day I’ll get my life back together but by the early afternoon the hangovers worn off and the unopened bottle of whiskey starts to look very tempting… ‘Simon, I need your help! Quick!’ Lucy pops up on Instagram for the first time since that last conversation over a month ago. ‘What’s up?’ I reply holding off on pouring myself another drink. ‘It’s my grandma! She not right! I need you to check her and possibly take her to the hospital!’ ‘Have you called an ambulance? I’m not a paramedic anymore’ ‘I can’t wait an hour for an ambulance! Please! I trust you!’ ‘Okay, I’ll be as quick as I can’ I quickly chuck some clothes on, grab my car keys and exit my house. I can’t believe I’m doing this, helping some girl that i barely know on a Saturday! The only day it’s socially acceptable to start drinking early! Luckily I’ve only had a couple of drinks. I arrive at the house in 15 minutes flat, run to the front door and find it unlocked. After letting myself in Lucy calls out that they’re in the living room. I follow her voice and jog down the large hallway and enter the living room. My eyes instantly dart to Lucy, wearing seemingly nothing my a tight grey t-shirt, taking up two thirds of a new 3 seat sofa, I’d almost forgotten just how massive she truly was. I quickly take my eyes off her before I get to distracted and rush over to Mrs Thompson who’s currently slumped over in her old wooded chair and begin to tend to her. And hour later I walk out of Mrs Thompsons room after having to carry her to bed and close the door behind me. Talking a sigh of relief before heading for the living room to update Lucy. ‘Well? Is she going to be alright?’ Lucy asks with tears in her eyes. ‘She’s going to be fine..’ I smile, watching Lucy smile as a single tear rolls down her bloated red cheek. ‘So what’s the problem? What was the matter with her?’ ‘Exhaustion!’ I exclaim. ‘Exhaustion? Why?’ ‘She’s doing to much for her age Lucy, she’s 84 still trying to keep on top of this place! She still cooks, cleans, tends the garden and waits on you hand and foot! She needs to be taking it easy.’ ‘I guess I never really thought of it like that’ Lucy sighs lowering her head in shame ‘what do you suggest?’ ‘Ideally you should consider loosing weight, not only will that take some of the pressure off her but it’ll also mean you can help her with the daily chores…’ I say rather bluntly. ‘I guess you’re right, I’ve been busy stuffing my face to realise how my selfishness is effecting her health!’ ‘There is a second option…’ I follow up, watching Lucy’s ear prick up. ‘Go on…’ ‘Obviously your grandma is quite well off. Perhaps it would be worth hiring some help. She could get a cook or a maid or even a gardener just to help ease her duties a little’ ‘That’s actually a really good idea! I’ll talk to her about it when she’s feeling better.’ ‘Please do!’ ‘Thank you Simon…’ ‘For what?’ ‘Coming out of your way to help, even though you don’t really know me and you’re not a paramedic anymore.’ ‘I’m just glad you messaged me when you did, I’ll help anytime you ask’ ‘Sooo, how’ve you been? What you been up to?’ Lucy asks with a smirk. ‘Oh you know, just sitting by myself all day, slowly drinking myself to death! You?’ I chuckle. ‘Same but eating instead of drinking.’ Lucy laughs. ‘Speaking of which could you do me another favour?’ She follows up innocently. ‘What is it?’ ‘Could you go to the kitchen and grab me something to eat?’ ‘Seriously Lucy?’ ‘Please Simon! I’m so fucking hungry!’ She begs. ‘Fine!’ ‘Thank you! Grab the pack of cookies on the kitchen counter and the tower of profiteroles from the fridge please!’ Without saying I word I head to the kitchen and retrieve Lucy’s food. ‘I should be enabling you like this! I should be helping you cut back’ I say handing her the snacks. ‘Enabling, that’s a sexy word!’ Lucy chuckles as she opens the pack of 12 profiteroles and instantly crams an entire one into her mouth whilst moaning orgasmically. ‘Mmm yeah, a sexy older man is enabling me to eat more and get fatter…I like the sound of that!’ She follows up whilst winking at me and stuffing another treat into her mouth. ‘You are something else!’ I reply shaking my head but also unable to stop myself smiling. ‘You’re smiling! You love it!’ Lucy giggles pointing her chubby finger at me. ‘You’re just a naturally funny girl’ ‘I know, sexy and funny, I’m the whole package baby!’ She shrugs grabbing a cookie from the armrest of her sofa and cramming it into her already profiterole filled mouth. ‘Mph, so why did you not reply to me?’ She asks after swallowing her mouthful. ‘Hmm?’ ‘On insta, we were messaging back and fourth then you just stopped…was it because I called you out for being a fat girl lover?’ Lucy smirks. ‘What? No! It’s because I had just broken up with my girlfriend of 9 years and had shit to sort out!’ I snap. ‘Ooo feisty as well! I like it’ She chuckles once again. ‘Have you always been this confident?’ I ask once again unable to stop myself from laughing. ‘Nope, not until I truly found myself and embraced it! Grandma thinks this is just another phase but this is why I went through so many phases, I was hiding the fact that I was turned on by eating and the thought of getting fat, I was scared and alone. When I discovered there was a whole community of people just like me, that’s what opened my eyes. With the encouragement from a few online friends I decided it was time to start living life how I wanted to! Nearly 2 years and 345 pounds later, I haven’t looked back once!’ ‘In a strange way I’m glad you’re happy but you may need to cut it back if you can’t find help for your grandma. I’m starting to realise that the help isn’t going to be just for her is it?’ ‘Well probably not, I don’t do much walking as you can tell but I do require lots of food to be brought to me!’ ‘Yes, I’m realising that now!’ ‘Oh my god! Why don’t you be our little helper!’ ‘Seriously Lucy?’ I reply sarcastically. ‘Yes seriously! It makes sense, you’re looking for work, you have medical history, you know my situation and you’re only 15 minutes away! It’s perfect! Grandma would pay well if I asked her to as well…’ ‘I mean I guess that kinda makes sense’ I say scratching my chin as I ponder the proposition. ‘There is one condition though…’ Lucy says seriously. ‘Go on…’ ‘You have to be naked at all times!’ She winks before devouring another profiterole and chasing it with a cookie. ‘Lucy!’ ‘I’m mph joking! Obviously you can’t walk around naked…but you also can’t stop me from imagining that you are!’ She laughs causing her belly to jiggle, which for some reason causes me dick to tingle. ‘You’re going to be trouble aren’t you…’ ‘Hopefully’ Lucy replies smugly as she pushes the final profiterole into her mouth without breaking eye contact with me.