Chapter 2 - 2

Maternity clothes. Extra room to fit her enormous arse and mountainous belly. Laid out on the sofa stuffing herself with chocolates in pregnancy clothes that barely fit her made her so wet and turned her on immensely. It sparked her to weigh herself. The sudden thought of this almost made her come instantly. She waddled sideways into her bathroom and pulled out the scale that hadn't been used in some time. To her amazement, when she stood on it, it broke under the pressure. It startled her as she hopped off. She came from this discovery, screaming as she masturbated. She looked down chuckling at the scale which had a 25 stone limit. Exercise was no longer part of her life. Just getting out of bed made her sweat profusely and waddling around all day was enough to render her breathless.
Immobility was close. She found herself unable to even stop herself eating more every day. The bigger she grew, the hungrier she became and then the fatter she grew. She was stuck in a vicious circle that she hated and loved. She was so scared, knowing soon her own selfish greedy lifestyle would lead to her being unable to move. However, this thought turned her on the most of all things. She lived purely for the present, putting no thought out for what she would do when this day came but trying to prolong her current status: living to eat, functioning only to be filled.
She was truly a disgusting person. It made her hate herself as much as her devilish side, which had now taken over, commanded her to be so. She would burp and fart constantly from all of the gas from the unhealthy food. She would lay scoffing in a puddle of her own sweat, admiring the stench of her own body odour and only bathing once a weak. What she loved the most was setting out food and then shovelling it into her drooling mouth with her hands or just shoving her face in it. She would act like a pig all of the time; frequently oinking and snorting to get herself off whilst she ate.
100lb's later. She stood exhausted in front of her bedroom mirror, only half fitting into view. She was around 650lbs and she showed no signs of slowing her gain. Her arms were very restricted now with all the flab surrounding them and she couldn't reach the bottom of her belly so she now settled for groping her side rolls. She wore her largest garments, a t-shirt that just barely covered her huge tits and a pair of stretch pants that just came over her thighs. Her belly was left open to the world, as was her ass. It hung onto her shins making locomotion very difficult. She had to lean back quite far to accommodate her crowning glory as she moved. Her pretty little eyes and mouth were squished by the amount of chub on her face.
She had upped her diet now, developing such insatiable hunger. She had thick calorie filled weight gain shakes at least 3 times a day. Her take away order would be to feed 6 people but she would devour it all within minutes only to be yearning for more. She was obsessed with her devilish little fetish which she oh so craved. Everything she cooked was covered in lard. Any meal she made, even if it didn't need to at all was covered with luscious fattening blocks of lard. She hadn't been upstairs in weeks, since it was such a strenuous workout, living on the couch now. She could no longer reach her soaked pussy, discovering that she came from being so full she was at bursting point. She lived for the pain, it was the pleasure that convinced her it was stupid to live any other way. This gave her so much pleasure all the time every day.
She was moaning all the time now. The pain was constant, dull. Her body and brain were screaming no to her, but her pussy had brainwashed her to say yes, more always MORE. Just knowing that all of this, as a result of her own choice, was leading her to an early grave, it made her so hot and would cause her to cum violently. Arteries clogging up, muscles turned to mush, skin threatening to tear, it was wonderful.