“Breakfast!” Adam called out from downstairs.
Mary blinked in confusion, then noticed the morning light peaking through her bedroom curtains. She had lost track of time again.
“Mai” had logged in around midnight, just a quick check before bed to see if there were any new notifications. She’d been spending too much time at her screen, losing days at a time, so this wasn’t going to be a biggie. Just check her follower count, see who reposted her, some “thx ❤️” to the boys leaving comments…
She’d lost a whole night without knowing it. Mary should probably be more concerned, but it was also the only time she got to spend with Emily. Now that her girlfriend had gone off to college, leaving Mary alone in their hometown, nights were the only time they connected.
Mary had given up trying to manage her handles online, it was just easier to be “Mai” by default. Everyone she chatted with besides Emily knew it, she’d ever started a fan server to keep track of all the cute boys and girls who kept sending her messages of support.
The sever itself was a gift (from a fanboy she suspected was still in middle school) since Mai wasn’t great with the nerdy computer stuff. Sure, Mary had been eyeing technical colleges and had planned to enroll in a CS program — but Mai had made a viral video about how hard it was to “game good” and since then she’d played along with being a ditz when it came to anything more complicated than a TikTok filter…
“Hey, sleepyhead! Breakfast!” Adam’s second call snapped her out of it. Damn it was getting difficult to focus after these long nights!
Mary threw on some no-longer-loose pink sweat pants and cat eared hoodie (Emily had gotten her some Juicy branded stuff from her Amazon wishlist as a joke), and bounced downstairs. She was momentarily self conscious about her newly sizeable tits bouncing comically, but really it was just her and Adam. How could she be self conscious around the man who was basically her father?
“Sorry uncle Adam!” Mary said in a sing song childish voice. She had found herself apologizing to him so often it was an inside joke now.
“No worries, sweetheart.” Adam didn’t even look up from the TV blasting Fox as he gave her a gentle pat on her ass. “Just figured you’d want to get started before it was lunch!”
Mary giggled her in her “Mai” voice. “Hey now, that’s an idea! I can make uncy Adam brunch today! Did you pick up more of those yummy milk and eggs?”
Adam grunted and nodded, gesturing to the fridge. Since Mary had started cooking for the both of them, he’d noticably bulked up a bit. Mary still found his Dad bod fitting, maybe even better at this weight. He wore it well, and even her mother had been a bit more flirty with him last time she’d visited.
God, I hope mom just finally goes for it next time! Mary, thought to herself while she poured the full carton of heavy cream into the eggs. She’d be so fucking lucky to get a big white man like that…
Mary drifted a bit as she cooked, daydreaming what it would be like to have her mom just give up her stupid job across country and settle down with her and Alex. That seemed like such an obvious win, she was honestly confused why Emily kept up the whole school thing still. Who needed all that stress!
“Brunch for the big strong man!” Mai’s faux kawaii voice cut just enough above the din of the anchor yelling about cultural Marxists taking over the schools.
Mary sat down next to him on the sofa, her padded bubble butt making her seem slightly taller than she was. The French toast must have been 3000 calories, easy, but something about the local farms just had a way of keeping her plumped perfectly. As she chowed down for what was to be the first of four meals that day, her impossibly tiny stomach rumbled with hunger. It was almost as if it couldn’t keep up with the greedy fattening of her chest, thighs and backside.
Adam’s belch announced he’d finished, and he absent mindedly passed over her plate to Mary
She sighed contentedly, thinking at how lucky was was. She finally felt like she had a home, with a loving father figure and quality time.
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