Chapter 7

Two months after her 21st birthday, Kendall weighed a little over 600 pounds, but since she had not weighed herself in a long time, she decided to check her exact weight. She lied in her bed and had her breakfast in the morning, her back propped up by pillows and eating off a little table which was specially made for her. Getting out of bed was tough, and Kendall had made the decision that this would be the last time she would walk to the scale and weigh herself. After today, she would get in her new specially bought hospital bed which uses sand to constantly massage the skin, keeping Kendall's obese body form forming bed sores. She ate her stacks of pancakes, piles of bacon, eggs, and had a raspberry croissant for dessert. David measured the meal in at over 9000 calories, but Kendall didn't even feel anything in her stomach. David moved the table away and Kendall, completely naked, began to shift her 600+ pound, 5 foot 2 inch frame across the bed. Her bed was huge, and Kendall felt a sudden sadness about knowing she would never return to it, after having spent over 4 months practically living on it. She was excited, however, to try her new sand massage bed, especially made for people her size. It even had a waste disposal system. As she shifted her body, using her obese feet, everything swayed and jiggled. She felt incredibly tired and was panting from moving across the bed, and was having trouble breathing due to the massive weight pushing down on her chest and her breasts, which must have weighed at least 50 pounds, smothering her fat face. She paused, panting and sweating, and grabbed the oxygen mask which hung on the top of her bed posts. The oxygen helped her breathe, and she struggled to bring her legs off the bed and bring herself into a sitting position. After 3 tries, she finally managed to swing both legs off the bed, and panting, she spread her legs to make room for her stomach, which hung only a few inches from the floor. Even sitting like this, her legs felt heavy. Kendall knew how hard it was to leave her bed, as she did it everyday to use the bathroom, but today it had seemed particularly difficult. Maybe it had something to do with the tens of thousands of calories she had consumed at her dinner last night. David wheeled her extra wide wheel chair over, and braced himself to help Kendall stand. Using all of her leg strength and bracing herself by holding David's hands, she stood up, letting out a large gasp. She smiled in ecstasy, loving how she could hardly even stand out of her bed, and thinking about how after only 4 years she had gone from slightly chubby to unable to stand up on her own. After standing up, she felt the enormous pressure on her tiny but obese feet, and was quite a sight. Completely in the nude, her stomach hung down to just below her knees, but stuck out 3 feet in front of her. Her ass seemed to be almost as large as her stomach, and it looked as though you could actually set objects on top of it. Her legs were heavy and made not for walking, but for storing new fat cells. She was hardly moving just standing there, but even completely still she could not keep her body parts from quivering and jiggling. She took the few small steps to position herself to the wheel chair, and when she did this her belly slapped against her thighs and everything, even her forearms and calves, jiggled and quaked. She panted and sweated, and with David's help, she lowered herself into the extra wide wheel chair. David struggled to push her the ten feet to the bathroom door, and since the wheel chair couldn't fit in the door, he set her wheelchair's brakes and walked around to help her up. Once again, she used his hands, and stood, this time knowing she was going to have to walk ten feet or so across the large bathroom to get to her toilet to use the restroom on her own one last time. She began the waddle across the bathroom, jiggling and breathing heavily. Her steps only covered a few inches, and after a few steps she would stop and have David give her the oxygen. A big body like hers needed lots of it. Finally, she reached the toilet. She had david help her lower down onto the 750 pound rated toilet, and sat there, knowing this was her last time using the bathroom on her own. It excited her. She sat there, looking at her reflection in the mirror across from the toilet. She could see the stretchmarks across her whole body, and particularly noticed how her calves began to roll over her little feet, which she still got manicures for. Her arms seemed to go straight out at 90 degrees, and beneath them were her massive side rolls. Her breasts hung down, but barely covered her stomach, which had become the natural focal point of her extremely obese body. David helped her up after she was done, and she slowly waddled over to her heavy duty scale. She knew her body was atleast 600 pounds, and also knew that after this weigh in, she would succumb to her minds desire of being obese. She stepped on the scale, jiggling, quaking, and breathing her oxygen, and looked at the weight. 647 pounds it said. She was amazed. She had gained over 80 pounds in four months. "I guess that is what lying in bed and eating all day does to you," she gasped to David, laughing. David laughed to, and helped her to her wheel chair. She took her last steps, knowing she was about to transition into another part of her life, immobility.