chapter 19

Jake heard the loud sound from the other room, and immediately knew exactly what had happened.

"Oh... No!" Came the panicked out of breath voice from around the corner as Jake darted into view.

"Sarah! Are you okay?!" Jake asked over her surprised exclamation, just as he saw the resulting scene of Sarah's inability to control her growing weight. Jake knew when he bought the couch that it wasn't really one that was intended to stand up to the massive bulk that the girls he was fond of carried around. But years of not having any luck in meeting a truly committed gainer had left him slightly oblivious to how unfit some of his furniture was to support the weight that Sarah carried around. The scene was glorious. Sarah lay there, the couch underneath her taking on an obviously unintended shape, one that would have been impossible if the wooden supports were still intact. Sarah sat in the middle, the back of the couch leaned against the wall and the area under the center of her mass was collapsed and laying on the floor, with the sturdy feet still intact, causing Sarah to look like a marble resting on thin fabric, her weight causing the couch to bow inward toward her. Sarah was so far reclined because of the compromised backrest of the couch that her dress was pulled up, exposing a good portion of her belly folds. Sarah's face was beat red as she huffed and puffed, the sudden lack of support had caused her heart to skip a beat, the strange feeling of falling farther than one expects scaring her, on top of that she had still been trying to recover from the walk to Jake's apartment. Sarah flailed about, trying to sit up so that she could begin her attempt to stand from the broken couch, however all she accomplished were uncoordinated arm and leg movements as she bent at the center, her belly rolls blocking her from achieving anything resembling a typical sit up.

"Hoo... I... ooof.... I... can't... *huff*... get up!" Sarah dramatically continued her exhausting attempts to stand, the feeling of being so helplessly pinned to the ground was something she had experienced before after especially intense binges, but never under such extreme circumstances... and never so suddenly.

Once Jake realized that Sarah wasn't in any immediate physical pain or danger he decided to toy with the helpless fat girl. A sinister smile crept across his lips as he turned around to leave the room.

"Hold on, I'll be right back!" Jake said, leaving the girl to struggle for a moment.

"What?!.... Jake.... Help!" Sarah yelled after him as he spoke.

Jake returned a few moments later as Sarah heard his footsteps in the room. She couldn't see him but knew that he was by her feet, as she tried to look past her belly, she was now in an almost completely laying position, her weak core muscles shredded from her feeble attempts to stand.

"You're such a naughty little piggy!" Sarah heard the words as she suddenly felt Jake's touch on her lower belly. "Just look at all this fat!" Jake continued as sarah felt his hands grabbing and jiggling various rolls, his hands never running out of new rolls to shake to emphasize her unending fat.

"Jake... I... need help!" Sarah huffed as she tried to remain focused on standing up, her thoughts contrary to her efforts were focusing on Jake's touch and on his words as he teased her.

"Of course you do!" Came his response. "You're a big fat piggy who can't stop eating!" Jake continued playing with her fat. "How does it feel to be so fat that you snapped your new boyfriend's couch in half?!" Jake asked with a twinge of accusation in his voice, trying to emphasize his shaming of the helpless girl.

"Jake... I... I'm sorry!" Sarah replied, still not entirely sure of what was going to happen, or how to respond to Jake. Was he joking? Was this like foreplay? Or was he genuinely upset about his couch? Sarah was fairly certain it was a mix of the first two, but wanted to make sure before she embarrassed herself.

"Oh, you're sorry, are you?!" Jake responded as he not-so-gently grabbed one of Sarah's thigh rolls, squeezing the fat between his hands and shaking it. "Why are you sorry?" Jake asked.

"I... I'm sorry... that I'm so fat I... broke your couch!" Sarah responded.

"Really? Were you sorry when you were stuffing the umpteenth plate of food down your throat at the buffett? Were you sorry when you ate all of that pizza last night?" Jake asked as he he lifted Sarah's right leg enough to reveal some of her expansive ass cheek, giving it a slap as he spoke.

"Hmmmn... no..." Sarah said, gaining confidence in her assumption of Jake's intent.

"That's right, you enjoyed it didn't you?"

"Yea..."

"You don't care that you broke my couch, you're just a big fat piggy who cares about nothing else but eating and getting fatter, aren't you?!" Jake asked, as he slid his hand between her fat thighs, the soft blubber enveloping his arm as he slid it deeper between her legs.

"Mmmmhmmm... yea... it's all... just so yummy... I can't help it!" Sarah responded, attempting to offer an excuse for her obesity.

"That's right, all you want to do is eat! It's everything to you, isn't it?" Sarah's pussy tingled as Jake spoke the words, every time she heard him talk about her devotion to food it was like his words dismantled any self control she might have had left.

"Yea!!!" Sarah screamed as Jake toyed with her.

"Do you even know how much you weigh?!" Jake asked as he teased her fat. "Seriously, you must be one heavy girl to snap my couch like this!"

"N-nnooo. I don't!" Sarah responded truthfully "I just... know I'm at least 643 pounds!" Sarah called out quickly as she tried to maintain her composure.

Jake's jaw dropped as he heard the words. Over 643 pounds?! He couldn't even imagine what it would be like to step on a scale and see such an insanely large number, yet that was Sarah's reality. She was so heavy, so fat, and so unbelievably soft...

"Oh my god you fatty! Don't worry we'll find out just how fat of a piggy you are soon enough... Alright then fatty, let's play a game!" Jake said as he pulled his hand away from her engorged pussy. Suddenly Sarah heard the familiar sound of pastry wrappers coming from over her belly. "I have a couple boxes of twinkies here next to me... and what we're gonna do is you are going to try to stand up, but every time you have to relax and take a breath I'll stuff twinkies in your face until you're ready to keep trying..." Jake said, his voice rich with desire as he spoke, the game something straight out of his fantasies.

"Oh... god... JAKE!" Sarah responded, overwhelmed by her boyfriend's devilish side, and how eager he was to embarrass her... in good fun, of course. "You're on small stuff!" Sarah replied, taking a playful jab at her boyfriend.