chapter 5

Not two seconds after that loud, deep, gurgling emanated from deep down in her belly was Amy on the road to KFC. It was her favorite fast food, and she was considered a regular among the staff, who undoubtedly sighed and cursed to themselves as they saw her pull into the drive-thru.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, I'd like a 16 piece chicken meal."

"What would you like for your four sides, ma'am?"

"Mashed potatoes, mac n' cheese, and two orders of potato wedges."

"Gravy on the mashed potatoes?"

"Yes please."

"OK, next window please."

Amy hated this part: the waiting. She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel nervously as the apathetic, mostly teenaged staff prepared her family-sized order. But it wasn't just the simple embarrassment of being a fat girl at a fast food joint that made her so uncomfortable. In that short limbo period between paying for and receiving her food, Amy felt guilty for caving to her impulses and digging the hole she was in deeper. It was more than a basic physical craving for food, every fiber of her being was screaming for it. Not eating meant more thinking, and more thinking meant more uncomfortable confrontations with reality. She blinked and shook her head trying to shake the thoughts from her mind.

"Ugh... Where's my FOOD?!!?" She mumbled. The window opened up a few minutes later, and the cashier handed two big plastic bags of food to Amy, who had to awkwardly cram the bags through the limited space between her belly, boobs and the inner roof of her car. She immediately pulled over and opened her box of eight biscuits and one order of potato wedges and positioned them on the seat next to her so she could stuff her face as she drove. Her heart began to race as she hastily opened the cardboard boxes and began to stuff herself. Biting into the soft, warm, rich, greasy, food filled her with a sense of comfort and relief she could never find anywhere else. She drew in deep, heavy, breaths through her nose as she crammed wedge after wedge into her mouth. Her nostrils flared as she struggled to suck in enough oxygen to fill her lungs and lift the several hundred pounds of flab piled against them. She ate so ravenously that she nearly choked, pausing only to take a few gulps from her giant cup of Mountain Dew. In the ten minutes it took her to reach her driveway she had eaten all her biscuits and was working her way through her second order of wedges. As she turned off her car she let out a deep sigh at the decathlon of a walk that laid before her.

Amy rarely left her office or stood up for more than two minutes at a time on her average day at work, so you could imagine how exasperated she was after exerting herself so much that day. Her knees ached, her back hurt, she was completely exhausted. She was honestly unsure of whether or not she'd be able to waddle her fat ass to her front door and onto the couch, and stuffed wedges into her mouth robotically as she mulled over the idea in her head. She looked at the bags of food piled onto the passenger seat and realized she had all she needed: napkins, food, soda, a place to sit. She could focus on getting out of the car and into her house when she wasn't starving, when she had some food in her tummy to give her energy and help her focus.

Amy ate greedily and sloppily, the sounds of her chewing, breathing, swallowing, and grunting were punctuated by the hollow plunk sound of bones hitting the bottom of an empty bucket. She could feel her belly slowly expand as it dug into the steering wheel more and more with each bite. By the time her chicken, wedges, biscuits, and mac and cheese were finished, she was completely stuffed, but she was incapable of saving leftovers. Every last morsel of food needed to be in her belly. She slowly and deliberately shoved spoonfuls of mashed potatoes smothered in gravy into her mouth despite her stomach feeling as if it was about to explode. When the plastic spoon finally hit the bottom of the family-sized plastic tub, Amy moaned in a mixture of pain of ecstasy. She wished Colleen was there to rub her belly and tell her how proud she was of her. She wished Colleen was there to help her up out of the car and inside, where she'd pamper and pleasure her.

URRRRRPPPPPP!

Amy let out a very loud and long burp and sucked down the last few gulps of her soda. Now that her feast was gestating in her belly and her ravenous appetite was briefly satisfied, she could focus on the task in front of her. Stuffed and bloated to absolute maximum capacity, Amy could barely breathe with the steering wheel digging so sharply into her big belly. Her seatbelt (with two extenders) didn't help either, and she let out a satisfied sigh as she clicked the button and the belt went flying backwards over her shoulder, having been released from the hundreds of pounds of pressure against it. She took a deep breath before opening the door and starting her journey.

"Amy?" A woman's voice called from far away.

"Amy, sweetie?"

Amy's eyes slowly blinked open as she regained consciousness and quickly realized she was somewhere else. She was overwhelmed by the beeping and buzzing of medical equipment, and blindingly bright lights above her. An IV was hooked up to her arm, and two small tubes of oxygen pushed constant gusts of air through her nostrils. She was propped up in a double-wide bariatric hospital bed with a quintuple-XL Johnny draped over her, though it would be impossible to tie in the back. The only thing to numb the overwhelming sense of shock and confusion was the cocktail of narcotics and anesthesia that had been pumped into her.

"Sleeping beauty..."

Amy looked to the right and saw a very big, very fat, woman that looked to be in her mid-20's dressed in hospital scrubs. She was standing at the foot of Amy's bed, just smiling at her, which would've been creepy, had she not been so beautiful. She had fair skin, long, jet-black hair, a bright smile, and the most gorgeous green eyes Amy had ever seen. Maybe it was the drugs, but she felt hypnotized by her gaze and smile as she took her in. Amy guessed that she had to be pushing 500 pounds by the size of her big boobs, big belly, big butt, big everything.

"Where am I?" Amy asked, her voice raspy and coarse.

"You're in the ICU, sweetheart. You had a heart attack." The woman replied sympathetically.

"What?!"

"Oh, sweetie, it's OK! We're gonna take great care of you here, I promise. My name is Sarah, and I'm gonna be your nurse..."

Sarah gave Amy a generous dose of morphine and watched as the anxiety vanished from her face. She had never seen a woman as big as Amy in all her years as a nurse, nor had she been so aroused by a patient before. Doping her up like that was wildly unethical, but she couldn't resist. She pulled the curtain closed in front of the big glass doors to Amy's room and pulled up a chair next to Amy's bed. Making sure no one was looking, she went to the bathroom, where she had hid a 16 piece bucket of chicken just for this moment.

"Are you hungry, Amy?" Sarah asked, beaming as she sat back down.

"Mmm yes, I'm starving..." Amy mumbled back, eyes barely open.

"Open up, sweetheart..."

Amy opened her mouth and Sarah fed her a drumstick. By then her pussy was dripping wet and she was squirming in her chair, hardly able to control herself as she fed the nearly half ton pile of blubber sitting before her.

"Mmmm... You're a very big girl, Amy... So big and fat..." Sarah cooed in Amy's ear as she started lightly rubbing Amy's belly with her free hand.

"Did you... You just call me fat?!" Amy slurred in disbelief.

"What?! No!! Absolutely not, love!"

"I could've sworn you..."

"Shhhh... Just eat, sweetie. Poor thing, you must be so hungry! There's plenty more where this came from, trust me..."

"This tastes like KFC..." Amy said.

"It's fried chicken day today. Isn't it yummy?" Sarah lied.

In her drugged up stupor, Amy was much less concerned with looking gluttonous in front of Sarah. She shamelessly chewed with her mouth open as she gobbled down bite after bite and sucked every bone clean.

"That's it... That's a girl..." Sarah said, sweating and squirming as she struggled against her impulses.

Amy eventually dozed off around her 13th piece of chicken, and Sarah gently cleaned her face up before getting rid of the evidence. If the hospital staff caught wind of this she would be in huge trouble, as Amy was expected to be on a very healthy diet given the circumstances.

"Oh, Amy, you're such a big, fat, hungry, piggie, aren't you? Oh my goodness what are we gonna do with you?! Hehe... Sleep tight, love..." Sarah whispered before giving her a kiss and one last belly rub before shutting the lights off.

(TO BE CONTINUED, FEEDBACK WELCOME...)