chapter 5

A few months later on her 20th birthday, Kendall figured she was nearing 500. Kendall had been attempting to get a little exercise by doing exercises in her jacuzzi, but simply getting into the jacuzzi was becoming too difficult. Walking was something Kendall rarely did, except to go from her bedroom to the kitchen when David was at work. On this particular day, David had decided to take Kendall to the grocery store to shop for her favorite stuffing foods for her birthday. Kendall had not been out of her apartment for some time, and she was a little nervous at leaving at her new weight. David pulled her large Ford, now his large Ford as she couldn't drive, up close to the sidewalk in front of her apartment. Kendall waddled sideways through the small door and made her way down the steps. At only 5'2", she wasn't very mobile, and the steps were extremely hard for her. She braced the railing and held David's hand, taking it slow. Once at the bottom, she waddled the rest of the way to the car. She lowered herself into the passenger seat and David reeled the seat belt, with the extender buckled on it, out far enough for her. She panted almost alarmingly as she sat there. A girl her size was not made for steps. Once they arrived at the store, David parked in a handicap spot and helped Kendall out of her car. With effort, she heaved her nearly quarter ton body out of the car, nearly falling backwards into the car. She began waddling slowly across the road, her buttocks jumping up and down, and noticed all of the people looking at her. She then noticed her hanging stomach was poking out from the bottom of her shirt. There was nothing she could do about that. She was a young girl, out of her teen years by only one day, but she was also the largest person in the store. She was one of the largest people in her town, she figured. Kendall continued to waddle toward the store entrance, feeling her buttocks jump and bounce with every small step, and she felt her belly sag down in front of her thighs. She got to one of the scooters, which had a weight limit of 350 pounds, and squeezed her massive body into it. She was quite a sight riding around the store. Her stomach was split in two by the steering column and basket, and her legs were more apt to carry rolls of fat then to be used for walking. The morbidly obese girl rode around the store with her boyfriend, picking out stuffing foods for her birthday, and then she got the necessities to keep around the apartment, such as whole milk, butter, and bags of fattening snacks and soda. They checked out of the store, and Kendall returned her cart. She made the long walk back to the car, her feet hurting from her massive weight, and was driven back to her apartment. She struggled up the steps, and breathing heavily and sweating, made her way through the front door of her apartment. While David unpacked the food, Kendall went into the bathroom and stripped down. She had David come in and take her shoes and socks off, and then she stepped on her new, reinforced 750 lb limit scale. She looked at the digital numbers, now in front of her versus by her feet, and it said 474 pounds. Her stomach hung over half of her thighs, and when she waddled, it slapped against the front of them. Her stomach was very heavy, and it was growing the most rapidly of all her body parts. Kendall had a large double chin and fat cheeks, and her hands were dimpled and fat. Her feet had become wider because of her weight, and she didn't like to walk barefoot because it hurt her fat, sensitive feet. Shoes, however, were becoming incredibly tight on her feet. Her breasts were beyond bras, now resting on the top of her protruding belly. Kendall's stomach now protruded a good two feet in front of her, and she was not able to see the front of her legs or feet. Kendall was so heavy, she could not comfortably stand to cook for herself anymore, as standing over five minutes wasn't possible. Kendall stepped off her scale, and waddled into her bedroom. Tired, she sat on the edge of her bed, and scooted her ass toward the center to lie down. She lie there, legs spread to make room for her stretch mark covered belly, and waited. David came in with the food, and she ate and ate. Kendall was so stuffed afterward, she couldn't even stand. David was really turned on, and ***ed her as she laid in helpless ecstasy.

500 pounds for Kendall came a couple months after her 20th birthday. At 5'2" and 500 pounds, Kendall made every effort to avoid physical activity. Most days, she lay in her bed and ate, only getting up to use the bathroom. On this particular day, Kendall was in bed and eating bags of potato chips and sipping from a two liter of coke. David had been kind enough to leave these things on her bedside before he went off to work. She was slightly uncomfortable as her belly was pressing down on her thighs, but she didn't mind. Her birthday and come and gone about 4 months ago, and she was an obese pig. Kendall had to go the bathroom, and since David was at work and couldn't help her up, she had to do it herself. She scooted across the bed on her back, and completely naked, her breasts and belly rocked up and down, making the oversized bed creak. Somehow, she managed to get her pathetically obese body to a sitting position on the side of the bed, and adjusted her stomach. It hung between her thighs, her belly button the natural focal point of her body. Using her hands, she pushed herself up to a standing position and began the walk to her bathroom. Her large calves now created a crease between her small, obese feet. She waddled into the bathroom, already sweating and breathing heavily, and eased herself down onto her toilet. She peed, and after she was done, she grabbed the hand railings. She counted to three and heaved herself up. She struggled up with a large gasp, and waddled over to her scale. 540 pounds, it said. Kendall stood there, her belly nearly to her knees, and realized she was nearing immobility. She was excited, but she needed to lie back down as her feet were screaming for relief. She waddled back down and sat on the edge of her bed. After she had regained her breath, she scooted herself across and lied on her bed. On her back, Kendall could only see her stomach. She was a fat pig, incapable of doing anything but eat. She could no longer even begin to pleasure herself, but being so out of breath from using the bathroom began to turn her on. She laid there for five minutes before she caught her breath, her chest heaving up and down under the crushing weight of her breast fat. As she lied there, she thought about how quickly she had become such an obese pig. A short time ago, she was a svelte young soccer player. Now she was a morbidly obese young woman, helplessly addicted to food, too fat to take care of herself, and too fat to even leave her house without assistance. These thoughts began to turn her on and she attempted to touch herself. Just the effort of rolling on her side and trying to wedge her arm under her belly made her heart beat as though she was running a sprint. Ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom! Pounding through her chest like a hammer. She was far too much of a porker to please herself. Her gluttony had denied her access touch to the most wonderfully sensitive part of her body.