chapter 17

"OK, Ms. Reardon, the bed and the lift are all set. We left the manuals for both on your nightstand, you'll find the warranty info and everything else inside them. Any questions?" The gruff, middle aged man asked Amy.

"No, thank you guys so much! Here..." Amy said, rooting through her purse and pulling out a hundred dollar bill.

"Oh, please, Ms. Reardon, that's really not necessary..." The man protested.

"Call me Amy, and it's absolutely necessary, you boys worked hard putting my bed together, you've earned it!" Amy replied.

"You better take it, boys, otherwise she'll leave y'all a negative Yelp review." Sarah joked.

"She ain't jokin'!" Amy insisted.

"Alright, alright. We really appreciate your generosity, Amy. Enjoy your new bed. Any questions give us a call."

"Thanks, boys." Amy and Sarah said in unison as the two bed installers left.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh I'm so excited!!! C'mon, let's go get your bed ready." Sarah said, wheeling Amy into her bedroom as she munched on a family sized bag of Cheetos.

Sitting in the middle of Amy's bedroom was a double-wide California king size hospital bed, fully adjustable, with a state of the art tempurpedic mattress. Hanging high above the center of the bed was a lift Sarah could use to hoist Amy up, making it easy to change her bedding and clean her. Sarah waddled around the room quickly, opening up a massive fitted sheet to stretch across the mattress. After she'd made the bed, she laid several pillows at the top to ensure Amy was as comfortable as humanly possible. Sarah was beaming with joy as she pulled the covers back and held her arms out to help Amy to her feet.

"Your last steps. You ready?" Sarah asked, excited.

"Mhm..." Amy replied.

"One... Two... THREE!" Sarah grunted.

"Oooooh! Oh, wow! It's so soft and comfy!!" Amy squealed as her ass hit the mattress. She laid down flat on her back, her belly and breasts completely obstructing her view and making it difficult to breathe.

"Hold on, let me sit you up..." Sarah said, examining the remote.

The bed began to adjust to a sitting position, and Amy rose up with it. Sarah handed her the bag of Cheetos and marveled at Amy, excited to begin their new life together. Amy took up more than half the bed, leaving Sarah a decent sized portion of mattress to lay on every night. Sarah couldn't care less about that, though, she lived to serve Amy and ensure her comfort above all else.

Sarah crawled up onto the bottom of the bed and embraced Amy's belly with open arms, collapsing onto it and nuzzling her face into it as she kissed it. She rubbed Amy's belly with both hands and stared up at her lovingly.

"I could lay here forever, y'know. Oh, Amy... I love you so much!" Sarah squealed.

Sarah snuggled up to Amy's side and gave her a kiss.

"Is my piggy hungry?" Sarah asked.

"Yes." Amy replied.

"What can I get you, love? Anything you want..."

"You wanna do breakfast for dinner?"

"Sure! I'll make bacon, eggs, toast, sausage, pancakes, muffins, donuts..."

"Mmmmm..."

"But that's gonna take me a little while to cook, and I'd hate to see you wasting away in here..."

"More Cheetos."

"Your wish is my command, sweetheart. I'll get you some more soda, too."

"Thank you, Sarah. You're the best."
MWAH!

Sarah toasted a loaf of bread, cooked two pounds of bacon, made a dozen eggs, a dozen sausages, and several stacks of pancakes drenched in syrup and melted butter. Amy loved donuts and muffins, so her house was always stocked with them. Sarah had bought a three-level food cart (recommended to her by Aunt Mandy) that she could use to bring Amy's food to and from the kitchen. She loaded plate after plate of food onto each level, carefully rolling it down the hall as not to spill any of it. She was so excited, both sexually and in general, to cater to her obese lover's every desire.

"What do you wanna start with, love?" Sarah asked, breathing heavily and hardly able to contain herself.

"Pancakes..." Amy replied.

"Can I feed you?! Please?!"

"Hahaha, OK! OK! Settle down, Jeez!"

"Oooooh yes! Oh-ho-ho-ho, Amy! You have no idea how much I've fantasized about this moment... Hold on, love, just lemme cut these up for you..."

"Hurry up, I'm hungry!"

Sarah tore apart each stack of pancakes with a termite-like efficiency, and quickly got into bed next to Amy, cuddling up to her, belly-to-belly, holding the plate up with one hand and the fork with the other.

"Mmmm..." Amy moaned as Sarah pulled the fork out.

"There is PLENTY more where that came from baby, as much as you want..." Sarah said.

"Mmmm..."

Sarah smiled and started to gradually speed up each forkful of pancake, causing syrup to dribble down her chins and smear around her mouth. Amy smiled as she realized what Sarah was doing, and kept the pace going quicker and quicker. After shoveling four stacks of pancakes down her throat in just 20 minutes, Amy took a few well-deserved gulps of chocolate milk before moving on to the sausages.

The skin of the sausage popped in Amy's mouth as she sunk her teeth into it. She left a tiny nub of meat which she swallowed up before she'd even chewed her first bite all the way. Sarah stabbed the next sausage on the end this time, and Amy fit the whole thing into her mouth at once. She let a soft moan through her full mouth as she chewed the greasy, fattening, meat. Sarah picked another one up with her fork and brought it to Amy's lips, but yanked it away just before Amy could eat it.

"Feed me!" She demanded, irritated.

"Feed me!" Sarah replied in a cartoonish deep voice, mocking her.

Sarah smiled before giving Amy her sausage, robotically preparing another one right after it. Over the course of an hour she made her way through the entire spread, covering herself with grease, syrup, and crumbs. Amy was so determined to please Sarah that she refused to admit she was full, even though she felt like she could burst. She was panting heavily by the time she finished all the food, which threatened to come right back up on her if she made any sudden movements, which thankfully, she was incapable of making.

"How 'bout some dessert, love?!" Sarah asked.

"Whoooo... Ugh... OK..." Amy grunted.

Sarah gathered up Amy's plates and threw them all on the cart. She went into the kitchen and pulled the biggest bowl from the cupboard, dumping an entire tub of vanilla ice cream into it. She then took a family size tub of mini chocolate chip cookies and broke them up, scattering them into the ice cream, along with M&M's, drowning it all in hot fudge and smothering it in whipped cream. She waddled back over to Amy's bedroom and got back into bed with her.

"Rub my belly..." Amy groaned, ready to burst.

"Of course, baby... There you go, mmmmm... Yummy, yummy..." Sarah said, giggling a bit.

Amy constantly pushed the limits of what she considered full, and within a few weeks, her work began to pay off in spades. In three weeks she had put on another 15 pounds, and was eating more than ever. Her energy levels were lower than they'd ever been, and her hunger was nearly insatiable. Just lifting her arms to change clothes or reach for the TV remote was becoming a strain. She had taken to having Sarah scratch any of her hard to reach itches, which was most of them. Every day she reveled in her own obesity, laziness, and gluttony, stuffing herself without having to worry about absolutely anything.

Sarah loved caring for Amy, even the less glamorous aspects. Each and every day she'd bathe Amy, getting deep under every fold, flap, and roll. All the while Amy would be stuffing herself. Sarah never cut corners when it came to Amy's hygiene, ensuring she'd never develop bed sores or any sort of infections. She had a few different lotions she'd rub all over Amy's skin to maintain its elasticity and minimize stretch marks. The entire process took her over an hour each day, but Sarah considered it a labor of love.

"More wings, sweetie?!" Sarah asked as she took Amy's plate of bones from her.

"Mmmm, yes, more." Amy replied, somehow out of breath.

"Ooooooh my goodness, someone's a hungry piggy tonight!"

"More soda too."

"You got it, babe."

Sarah wheeled the cart back to the kitchen and dumped another family sized bag of BBQ wings out onto a clean plate. It was Amy's third bag of the night, and Sarah was thrilled about it. She filled a cup with ice and took a fresh bottle of Mountain Dew from the fridge before wheeling it all back into Amy's room.

Amy continued to eat like she'd been starving for days, stripping each and every wing of every last shred of meat with stunning efficiency. Laying back in bed, the plate propped up on her big belly, watching TV, she was in heaven. Sauce coated her fingers, cheeks, chins, and even her cleavage. Sarah wanted to masturbate, but at her size, it required some creative positioning, time, and effort that she didn't have at the moment. By the time she'd be getting off, Amy would have finished her meal, and she couldn't have her lover wasting away, could she?

Amy could clean the meat from a wing in one strategic bite, then suck the remaining flavor off it before tossing it aside in the pile with the rest of the bones. Sarah snuggled up close to Amy, like she was an oversized teddy bear, laying her head against her shoulder and smushing her belly up against hers. She gave Amy a kiss on the cheek as she devoured her wings, licking some of the BBQ sauce off her face.

"You've done such a lovely job of fattening yourself up for me, sweetheart. Pretty soon you'll be over a thousand pounds of pure FAT!" Sarah said, slapping Amy's belly playfully.

"Longashitmakesyoushappy..." Amy mumbled, her mouth full.

"Hm?"

"I said, as long as it makes you happy."

"Oh, darling, it makes me more than happy. You want some more?"

"I think I'm gonna take a na