Chapter 5 - the grande finale - of planets and pools

A/N: Yes, epilogue  Sorry, I ran out of ideas...Also, since it's the finale, I decided, "eh what the hell, I'll put in some less realistic (and probably outright impossible) depictions of her weight gain. Why not? She'll be happy." So, yeah...hope you all enjoyed the series, sorry for cutting it somewhat short, and I'll try to think of more soon! It's been hard in college, but I'll do my best; which, as we all know, is awesome!

Jk, jk. Anyways, enjoy! :D
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Jasmine had been slowly but steadily gaining weight throughout the month. At the beginning of the month, she weighed 105 pounds; but now, near the end of the month, she had nearly reached 140. She was torn between which of the two she enjoyed more; stuffing herself until her belly was a huge, round ball, or the feeling of soft flab forming all over her once slender body. The weight, of course, was nearly all concentrated in her favorite area - her belly. Her arms and legs had also grown somewhat wider, but this was hardly noticeable in the wake of her large belly. The knight named Thomas had certainly been a big help as well, not only rubbing Jasmine's belly when she was beyond stuffed, but helping her to eat more when she had reached that state. That, she felt, had been the biggest contributor to her weight gain.
Jasmine examined herself now in the mirror; one of her favorite shirts was now tightly squeezing her belly, just above her belly button; she raised it, and saw the red mark it left in her tummy. She reached to the side, and squeezed a handful of soft, warm pudge. It was such an exhilarating feel to her, being fat, and she wanted to get even fatter! Jasmine wanted to get as fat as she possibly could, maybe to the point where she would be even larger than the castle she lived in! And then her beloved knight, Thomas, would sleep soundly on her massive, flabby belly. Yes, the two had moved from a feedee and feeder relationship to a boyfriend and girlfriend feedee and feeder. And Thomas loved every inch of his fattened girlfriend. He wanted to help Princess Jasmine achieve her goal. He would do anything to help get her as fat as possible.

And so, the two resumed their life of food; Jasmine would no longer do any eating herself, so Thomas would feed her instead. Jasmine continued to get more and more plump, reaching 200 pounds within several month! Every night, Thomas and Jasmine would snuggle up together, with Thomas using Jasmine's huge, fat belly as a pillow.

That night, she had a most wonderful dream; she sat before an Olympic-sized swimming pool that was overflowing with water, and she was as skinny as she was before she realized her love of gaining weight. In the pool was a giant hose, with the other end in her mouth. She was strapped to a board, and flat on her back. The hose was turned on, and the water from the pool was sent directly into her stomach. As a dream, it was a fast process, but an incredibly enjoyable one. Her belly swelled massively as more and more water entered. It inflated and expanded, and she was so happy. She knew it was a dream - where this real life, she would have burst instantly. And so, she did everything she could to speed up the process, but was disappointed when the pool was out of water. Though her belly had bloated to the size of the moon - at least, in Jasmine's opinion - she had only one thought. She wanted more water! And then, a miracle happened; the pool was instantly refilled! And so, the process began once more. The giant hose surged water into her gigantic, sloshing tummy, and watched on with joy as her belly swelled up rounder and rounder with each passing second. After this second occurrence, the pool refilled three more times total before Jasmine had become so round, so filled with water, that she felt that it would come squirting out her belly button. In her dream state, her raised up, huge belly first, and floated off into outer space. She opened her mouth wide, and the four inner planets, along with their moons, roamed into her mouth, making her even fatter. Then was Saturn, then Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto, and finally, the best for last - Jupiter. Upon swallowing Jupiter, Jasmine was incredibly rounded and fat. She began making her way, practically rolling, towards the sun, and ate that too. She herself felt like she had essentially become a planet; perfectly round, but with arms and legs, and a head. And then she woke up. She was quite sad that that could never happen in real life, but this only strengthened her resolve to grow as fat as she possibly could.

At 250 pounds, Jasmine's belly was far beyond round; it was pure flab, a double belly. She had gotten to the point where her belly no longer felt firm when she was stuffed to the gills.

At 300 pounds, Jasmine and Thomas were engaged. On their honeymoon, Jasmine never once got out of bed; Thomas fed her continuously, helping her get fatter, and fatter, and fatter. All of her shirts ceased to be shirts when worn by her; on Jasmine, they became midriff-bearing cropped tops. But she didn't care. Jasmine only wanted to eat.

By 400 pounds, the witch had paid Jasmine another visit, and was surprised to see that the once-snobbish princess was now in love with her new, flabby body. Proud of her newfound humility, the witch cast another spell which would help Jasmine to become as fat as she had envisioned, and even fatter still.

800 pounds had finally been reached! Jasmine and Thomas were beyond thrilled. Her belly was absolutely massive at this point, as were other parts of her body; but, in Jasmine's ever-beautiful eyes, her belly was the only important object of the fattening process.

At 1,000 pounds, the legs of Jasmine's bed finally gave out beneath her; Jasmine fell to the floor with a heavy thud, and watched with purest bliss as her belly jiggled and wobbled.

At 2,000 pounds, her belly had gone from a double-belly to a six-layered lump of soft, warm, squishy, flabby fat that had her utmost attention. By this point, Jasmine stopped keeping track altogether of her weight number, and only continued to eat everything brought to her by her loving, beloved husband, Thomas.

Several years from then, Jasmine, age 30, had finally reached her goal. She was beyond fat, beyond obese, beyond immobility. She was huge. She was fat. She was soft. And she loved it. She had finally grown so fat that she was much larger than the seven story castle. Every night, her husband would sleep happily on his wife's gigantic tummy. Although she was unaware of it, she had reached one million pounds. She was fat. She was bloated. She was huge. She was always full and stuffed. And she was happy. And of course, she kept eating, and eating, and eating.

And they all lived happily ever after.

The end.