chapter 11

There were other new hurdles to face as well, all the excess weight had left his health in a constant state of stress. Max was now taking a plethora of pills every day to manage everything from his blood pressure to his circulation. He had started to develop diabetes around 500lbs but hadn't realized until a few months into their marriage and now required regular insulin shots. Emily even seemed to enjoy giving him his shots, knowing that his appetite would generally spike afterwards. She would enter the room like a haram bringing offerings to her sultan, holding a massive tray of snacks and goodies and his needles. Administering his shot like a personal nurse, and slowly feeding him her calorie laden treats. The newest and most dramatic change for Max though was the oxygen tube. Max had been experiencing trouble breathing and felt like he was gasping for air anytime he stood up, so Emily made sure to help ease his struggles by getting him an at home oxygen tank.
The tube took some getting used to, but the first time he took a breath of the oxygen enriched air he felt two hundred pounds lighter. It allowed him to move around easier as he wasn't constantly huffing and puffing. Another pleasant side effect was that Emily discovered was that Max wanted to eat more and longer now that the machine did most of his breathing for him. She was able to push him further and further during their weekend binges. Max had lost nearly all control and she loved it. His appetite demanded to be sated, so he was a slave to his own hunger, constantly eating and packing more food into his massive growing belly, but his weight was leveling out. He needed a machine to breath, a variety of meds to keep him ticking and couldn't even stand up on his own without assistance from the pullies and bars she installed, and even that was becoming too taxing on him.
At his size, gaining even a single pound was becoming more and more difficult, even with Emily's constant barrage of gain shakes, fast food and other fattening delicacies. Max did his best to keep up with her expectations, and ate nearly nonstop from when he'd wake up to when he'd drift off to sleep. It was nearing their 5th wedding anniversary and the day started out the same way as most of Max's days, a weight gain shake. Emily kissed him awake and placed the straw in his mouth while he mindlessly sipped the shake as he woke up. He finished it quickly and Emily replenished it just as fast while she prepared to clean him up. Getting Max up was a process he was long familiar with but it still managed to excite her like it was the first time.
She walked over to his side and uncovered his massive body from the sheets and blankets, she also turned up his oxygen, readying him for the only exercise he ever got. Max hadn't left bed for a little over a week but today was a special day, and she needed him on his feet, if only for a few moments. She tickled his pudgy toes, causing him to try and kick, but the weight of his massive legs made that impossible so all she got was a little wiggle. She rubbed her hands long his claves which had rolled over his feet, completely covering his ankles and leaving his fat to rest on the ground when he would stand. His thighs had lost all human form and now looked like cellulite dimpled barrels with fold after fold cascading in on themselves. Once she got one leg over the bed, she got a glimpse of his allusive fat pad, Max lifted his stomach up a bit and she saw it. His penis had been buried completely, something she loved to note to him. Whenever they made love she would have to dig her hand into his fat to reach his dick, losing her hand to the wrist just to find it.
Emily brought his second leg over and off the bed, while she helped him shift to the center of the bed. He lay there on his back, his legs hanging over the side of the bed and he looked like a deflated beanbag chair. His belly spread out nearly the whole length of the bed when he was laying down and his moobs fell to the side and in his face, pushing his double chin up around his face, making it look even more round than usual. Emily handed him a rope for each hand, he reached up as far as his fat arms would allow but they were so heavy that the still rest on the bed next to him as he grasped as much as he could. Emily bent over and stretched before the next task, she bent at the knee, her muscular thighs pulsing as she grabbed the other end of the ropes, over the pullies and began a sort of tug of war with her husbands immense body. There wasn't much Max could do to help besides hold on as Emily's biceps bulged as she pulled him to a sitting position.
They stopped for a quick rest, even with the oxygen tube in Max needed to catch his breath, beads of sweat starting to form on his brow from the effort. Emily then grabbed his fat arms, and Max began to rock back and forth. They heaved, and pulled and on the fourth try Max's fat ass finally left the bed and his belly spilled over itself like a waterfall of fat that stuck out in front of him and hung down to his thighs. Again, they paused for him to catch his breath, but dared not take too long as every second he stood was a second too many for him. His posture was ruined and he was bent over slightly at all times, gravity causing his belly to try and pull him forward, especially when full. Emily held his hands, his arms outstretched the best he could, for balance as he began to shift one leg in front of the other. His legs were already spread out to each side to accommodate the size of his thighs, he couldn't lift his feet off the ground but a few inches, especially with his calf fat resting on the floor, so he shuffled the best he could.
His goal was only maybe six steps but it took him a full fifteen minutes for them to make it that far. When he got to the edge of the bed, his foot felt the cold metal edge of the industrial scale, the same from their wedding night with the 750lbs limit and the handheld readout. It had been a couple of months since he'd weighed himself and they were both anxious to see what five years of marriage did to his waistline. He began to lift his leg up as high as he could, a full three inches and stepped on to the scale, Emily was careful to make sure he didn't stand on his own fat. With one leg up, he gave a final push to get the other leg up, his wife steadied him as he found his bearing on the platform. She squeezed his hand while she prodded the button on the readout. The beeps felt like they went on forever, Max thought about his life and how he got to this point, Emily just closed her eyes in excitement.
When the beeps finally stopped, Emily's eyes got wide, her mouth agape, slowly turning into a smile. "Well...? What's... it say..." Max asked breathlessly. Emily just turned the read out towards him and showed him the display, 'MAXED OUT'.