chapter 9

27th August, 2012, Sacramento, California, outside Angie's apartment

Junior stepped out of the cab and onto the pavement. The tracking device was still confirming that his dad's invention was being used continuously in one of the apartments across the street. He doubted the readings. The statistics made no sense either. They claimed matter had been transferred at steadily increasing rate to the exact same location for a week now only with periodical breaks. Before that there had been some movement, but even then most of the usage had been in this location.

Carefully Junior stepped in the corridor and then up the stairs. He couldn't imagine what a device of such value could be used for in a place like this. He made sure his personal guardian hoverbots were active and by his side. The last thing he wanted was to get hurt recovering the damn thing.

Finally he stood at the door behind which the device was supposed to be. He scanned the apartment for dangers and traps but all that was showing was apparently a whole family sleeping together in the same bed. Weird.

He commanded one of the bots to open the lock and then pushed the door open slowly. He briefly looked over the first few rooms. The signal was coming from the bedroom so he headed there.

"What the hell..." Junior muttered as he entered the room.

Instead of finding a sleeping family, what Junior saw on the bed was an enormously fat naked woman. She was either sleeping or unconscious, Junior couldn't tell. He couldn't see her face behind the boulder that had to be her stomach. He had never seen anyone so large. In his own time obesity didn't really exist anymore and he hadn't paid attention to that on his visits in the past much. He had been too drunk and too drugged.

Slowly he moved closer and stopped on the side of the bed. He touched the shiny stretched out skin of the highest part of her belly. It rose so high he didn't need to bend at all to do this. She felt like fine silk, only instead of feeling cool to touch, her skin was hot. Mesmerized he moved his hand around, letting go downward following the steep and softening slope. The lower he got, the softer and yielding she became.

He moved his gaze slowly around the woman's shape. She still had feminine curves he realised, only exaggerated to the extreme. Her breasts were the size of pillows and rested on her sides, held up by rolls of fat. Her hips spread the widest and had to extend three feet wide if not more. Her thighs were spread wide yet so thick they pushed against each other halfway to her knees.

Tentatively Junior stroked her thigh and felt his fingers sink deep in the milky softness. She felt like a giant marshmallow. He stroked her thigh again. It felt very sensual to do so.

"Mmmmmm Herbie, more." the woman suddenly whimpered. Junior almost had a heart attack, he had been certain the woman was unconscious.

He turned to look at her face, but her eyes were firmly closed. Her plump lips wore a blissful grin of the most intense pleasure Junior had ever seen. Whatever was going on, it was clear she was enjoying herself. She had to be awake in some sense, but somewhere far, far away he decided. Lost in her private pleasure. A great lover of excess himself Junior could relate to her.

Then the she suddenly her mouth gaped a bit, her tongue curved out slightly to touch her upper lip and her grin turned into a smile so lustful Junior felt his manhood stir. Then her hands lifted slowly from her sides and reached the sides of her belly. She could only reach a tiny portion of it but the parts she was able to reach, she caressed and rubbed. Junior didn't understand why she was doing that until he realised her stomach was growing, not much but enough to notice. He placed his hand on the top of the massive dome again and now he could feel how it swelled out in every direction. He could even feel the skin getting tighter and tighter under his hand. What was going on here?

He decided to wait a bit first. The woman's display of hedonism was so extreme, Junior wanted to see more. He was finding himself more and more mesmerised by the woman. He wasn't quite willing to admit it, but she was beautiful. A goddess of hedonism. Pure gluttony become flesh.

Soon the gluttons hands dropped back to her sides. The effort was too much and she was now concentrating on her pleasures. And breathing, it seemed. Her breaths came in small pants as if she couldn't breathe properly. Not knowing what else to do, Junior started to rub her belly. Her smile widened immediately and between pants she let out moans of pleasure.

Just when it looked like she would burst any second, she stopped expanding and promptly passed out. During the half an hour it had taken, Junior had also time to think. He was almost certain the woman was using his father's device to transport food directly inside herself. Very creative use, he had to admit.

He soon discovered the missing device on the nightstand beside the bed. He then connected the debugging instruments to the device to see what it had been doing. With the statistics tools the mystery was quickly solved. The woman had found the device, learned to use it and had first toyed around with it. After that the device had been mostly used to transport food in rapidly increasing amounts. Then also clothes for a period. Then around end of May things had clearly spiraled out of control. More and more food around the clock. No more clothes. The amount of food transported during the past day was staggering.

"So you've been named Herbie, huh?" he mused to the device.

"She felt more comfortable with me having a funny human name." Herbie answered.

"Sorry old pal, but I'm going to have to turn you off for a while. But before I do, you'll need to tell me some things about her."

Junior and Herbie had a silent discussion. He learned her story, how she had gotten the device and how she had discovered her insatiable appetite. And how Angie had managed to turn from a lithe 126 lbs waitress into a 589 lbs mountain of fat in just over six months. Herbie told him Angie could barely handle herself now and that she'd have to recover for hours to even think of trying to get up from the bed. She was literally pinned down by her enormous stuffed belly. Then he turned Herbie off.

"Shit, I'll probably end up regretting this. I should just leave." Junior cursed out loud and sat on the couch and turned on the tv.

Two hours later a terrified shriek came from the bedroom: "HERBIE! Where are you?"

That was Junior's cue. He walked back in the bedroom and found Angie more or less awake and hysterical. She heard him enter and tried to look behind her belly, failing. Then she tried to lift herself, but managed to lift herself an inch before gasping and falling back, soothing her sides with both hands.

"Who are you, what are you doing in my apartment? And where's Herbie?" she gasped.
"Hello Angie, I'm Junior." he answered and walked to the bed so she could see him. Awake the girls was even more beautiful. He could see even the slightest of her movement cause waves and ripples of motion on her fat body. And she had beautiful eyes, although bleary from months of gluttony.

"The device you called Herbie belongs to me. Well, to my father to be precise. I've turned it off now and I'll return home with it."

"You can't!" she cried.

"I'm...I'm..."

"Yes Angie? What are you? I'd like to know too. Its the reason I stayed until you woke up instead of just leaving with the device while you slept." Junior interrupted and stepped closer. Placed his hands on Angie's belly and started to rub it.

Soft moans of pleasure escaped her lips. No one had touched her belly since it had gotten big and fat. It felt amazing and terrifying. She was at the mercy of this strange man. She couldn't even roll over let alone stop him doing anything he pleased.

"Why do you care? I'm a fat hog, look at me. I'm too full and fat to do anything but lay here."

"I've never seen anything like you Angie and I like what I see. So big and soft...I never realised a woman could be so, mmm, lush. And so consumed by passion. A strange passion for sure, but look what it has done to you. Beautiful!" Junior murmured.

"My...passion?" she managed between waves of pleasure from his touch.

"I had a chat with Herbie. Stuffed to bursting as often as possible was how Herbie put it, borrowing your own terminology. About to pop. Splitting at the seams. Too full to move. Herbie also said you wanted to get fat too. As fat as possible."

Biting her lower lip Angie nodded and grabbed handfuls of her side rolls and jiggled them.

"You still want to get fatter, don't you? My goodness.." Junior placed his hand on top of hers and together they shook her fat, making her jiggle everywhere.

"My father will get a stroke when he sees you with me. Serves the bastard right." Junior smiled and helped Angie on her feet.

Angie was never seen again. At least in our time.

The End.