Chapter 6 - epilogue

Claire and Yvonne pushed Madame Bigger along in a wheelchair too wide for her now chubby frame. She was in yoga pants and a tight shirt, her new, soft belly peeking out from underneath.


They walked across the marble floor, approaching the front desk, glancing at the plethora of feeders and feedees peppering the ornate lobby, mountains of gold-wrapped chocolate balls being deconstructed to feed the waiting guests.


The three women reached the desk, and a lady named Holly greeted them.


"Welcome to Bellevue! How may I assist you?"


"We would like to get our friend here set up with a room," Yvonne answered, smiling.


"Absolutely!" Holly sang, typing into her computer. "Name?"


"Kate," Yvonne said.


"Current weight, please?"


"196 pounds, as of this morning," Claire replied.


"And goal weight?"


"Top floor," Yvonne answered.


Holly stopped typing and dropped her smile. "Top floor?"


"Top floor," said Claire.


Holly paused for a moment and went back to typing. "You do understand that to attain a room on the top floor, your guest here will have to eventually weigh in at half-a-ton."


Claire and Yvonne shared a glance before simultaneously answering: "We do."


The Madame was too busy watching an obese woman being fed by a chubby man. Oh, how she wished to feed them both and leave them squirming on the couch, begging for more, filling the room with their flatulence. But it was not to be.


Now she was the one that would be filling rooms with her flatulence. A perpetual atmosphere of gas, produced by her diet as it was processed by her belly and ushered out her ass.


Just then, a quaint but audible fart squeezed from her butt.


Holly, Claire, and Yvonne giggled at the sound. The Madame blushed.


"Aww, don't worry, that's actually quite common here," Holly explained, condescendingly. "In fact, the longer you stay, the louder, deeper, and more frequent they'll become."


Holly presented some paperwork that was signed by all parties before preparing the materials. "Now if you'll follow me, we'll pay a visit to Kate's first room."


Claire and Yvonne pushed The Madame in her chair as they followed Holly down the hall.


Bellevue had just acquired a prize like no other: The Infamous Madame Bigger.


SIX MONTHS LATER....


Somewhere on the 4th floor, the maid by Kate's bed gathered the empty dishes and placed them back on the food cart.


"You did so good today!" The maid said as she organized the plates.


She rubbed Madame Bigger's massive sea of a belly, sending waves across its surface. A low, rumbling fart rolled out from beneath her, muffled by her bulk.


The maid gasped and smiled proudly even while she fanned her nose. "Good girl!" she exclaimed. "You'll be up top in no time! I'll be back in a couple of hours for the second round of dinner."


The Madame groaned.


"Until then, there are snacks in the kitchenette. Don't hesitate to dig in if you can't wait! Ciao for now!" the maid said, and with that, she was pulling the barren dinner cart out the door.


Madame Bigger rubbed her belly in anguish. Is this what she had done to so many countless men and women? Is this the sensation she had forced upon them? She whimpered, her mind conflicted. Here she was, painfully full, the energy expended in digesting her monumental meal leaving her breathless and panting as if she had just run a marathon.


Another bassy fart relieved some of the pressure and the pain was replaced with a relaxing calm in the pit of her belly.


Then...she heard it. The high-pitched giggle of unwanted visitors. Sure, she was in a place built specifically for fattening guests, but these...things...were the true reason she had made it to the 4th floor in only a few months.


Another earth-trembling fart was released from beneath her, causing the creatures to giggle even more. She thought them to be a recurring nightmare, her mind concocting fantastic reasons for her incredible expansion. But she was almost certain she was wide awake now, and here they were.


"Who's there?" Madame Bigger shouted into the empty room, sure she had become delirious in her time at Bellevue.


"Don't you know?" came back a voice. "It's your biggest fan club!" More giggling.


The Madame began to sweat as the familiar crowd of little gray blobs emerged from the shadows.


"Please," Madame Bigger began, terrified of the evening to come.


"Aww don't be like that! We only want to see you fat!" one of the creatures sang.


"Far too long you've fattened others, manipulated all your slender lovers!" another added.


"We're the Munchies and it's time to pay! Before we're through, who knows how much you'll weigh!"


"You'll plead and beg and say, 'No more!' But we're determined to get you to the Top Floor."


"So relax, Madame Bigger, don't be shy! We're here to make you extra wide."


The Munchies erupted in glorious laughter as The Madame cowered, too full from her previous meal to get up from her bed. She wobbled and rocked in an effort to get away, but The Munchies held her down while others emptied her fridge and cupboards.


"Don't go anywhere, stay in your seat! We're here to make sure you eat and eat!"


As her feast began, the food struggling for space within her fighting the food already there, she relinquished. This was the moment she knew she had lost. Claire and Yvonne were right: this was the only path for her. It always had been. She just didn't want to accept it.


The fight in her melted away and she resigned herself to her fate.


Madame Bigger, also known as Kate, was destined to reach the pinnacle of weight.




THE END