chapter 3

Having just gorged herself to capacity, Amy could feel herself slipping into a food coma. Her custom built double-wide office chair was very comfy, and all too often she found herself drifting off during her shifts. She was her own boss now, thankfully, since her weight made her essentially unemployable otherwise. It was nothing short of a miracle that she could still walk, albeit not very far. She parked in the back of her salon and came into her office through a back door, the same door she'd tell the delivery drivers to use when she ordered her staggeringly large meals every day.

Tipping the scales at an astounding 725 pounds, Amy was on the brink of complete immobility. Her business had grown right along with her, and she was making well over six figures a year in profit. The boost in income was crucial for necessitating her expensive lifestyle of gluttony and laziness. All of her clothing had be custom ordered from an online retailer, and there wasn't much variety in choices. She had a huge grocery order delivered every three days, on top of tons of takeout and fast food. The driver seat of her SUV had to be altered to accommodate her enormous girth, and even then it was still a very tight squeeze when she had to drive. She bought her first house, along with steel-reinforced furniture, wider toilet seats, a shower chair, and an extra sturdy queen size bed. She made sure to find a home without any stairs whatsoever, not even a basement.

Her wardrobe had been reduced to solid color t-shirts, sweatpants, leggings (though they were obviously custom made and very expensive), and housedresses. As she rubbed her eyes the rolls of fat on her biceps curled up, and as she yawned her (surprisingly slight) double chin pushed into her breasts. She barely had any neck to speak of, and her boobs were so big that she could just barely see over them when she was sitting down. She was wearing a tight pink housedress that wasn't the least bit flattering, and showed off every roll, bulge, and curve on her body. It didn't matter to her though, she had always been big and fat and had resigned herself to being big and fat for the rest of her life. But she had to admit, she never expected herself to get THIS big and THIS fat...

Whenever she thought about her weight and losing her mobility, she ate. Not that she wasn't always eating anyway, but her eating definitely grew more ravenous when she was stressed, anxious, or sad. Her belly was so gigantic it forced her legs apart and sagged down between her thighs, which were also huge. It seemed as though her belly would always stay quite round no matter how big she got, and she now instinctually turned sideways whenever she had to squeeze through a doorway. Food was the first thing she thought of when she woke up in the morning, and one of the only reasons she even got out of bed.

Though she had essentially given up any hope of controlling her weight, Amy still took care of all the other aspects of her appearance. She showered twice a day, and regularly applied various skin creams to keep her skin moisturized and minimize stretch marks. Her hair was still long, going just past her shoulders, black with red highlights. She still had her beautiful smile and lovely personality, and was well liked by her staff, the majority of which were obese themselves.

Amy looked at the clock, it was 2 PM. She sighed, scratched her belly, and reached into a desk drawer, pulling out a five pound bag of M&M's. She unzipped the ziplock and dumped them into a big bowl that sat on her desk. After filling the bowl she put the bag away and hungrily shoved a big heaping handful into her mouth. Her heavy breathing had become very noticeable, even when she was just sitting down and doing nothing.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!!!

Amy nearly choked on her M&M's in surprise, and looked around at all the evidence of her extreme gluttony strewn around her desk. The trash barrel was way too small to contain even a single pizza box, so she hastily hid the empty boxes under her desk. She hoped whoever was behind that door wouldn't come in and see the evidence of her extreme gluttony.

"Come in!" She called out.

Amy could hear the chaotic mixture of customer chatter, blow dryers, and clippers when Samantha opened her office door. Samantha was definitely one of the heavier girls on the staff, Amy estimated she must've weighed around 350 pounds. She had brown hair and eyes, light freckles, light skin, and a pretty face. She was in her early 20's, and wore a tight black t-shirt and jeans.

"Hey! Sorry to bother you, Amy, I just wanted to give you a head's up that we're running really low on receipt paper." Samantha said.

"Oh, ok! I'll order some soon. How is it out there?" Amy replied.

Samantha arched an eyebrow and shook her head. "We're pretty swamped right now, but we're doing our best."

"You guys need a hand?"

Samantha had to hide her shock at the suggestion. She assumed Amy didn't expect her to say yes, she was just asking as a formality. There was no way the gelatinous mountain of blubber that sat before her would be able to stand for more than a few seconds, let alone cut hair while doing it.

"Oh! Um... Y'sure? I think we're alright..."

"No, y'know what? Let me help you girls. I can't let y'all get overwhelmed out there while I'm just sitting on my ass back here."

"Ok..."

"I'll be out in a minute, just give me a sec to get ready."

"Sure thing, Amy."

Amy took a deep breath and braced herself for the vigorous workout she had just agreed to.