chapter 33

"Sorry, ma'am." A passenger said as they bumped her by accident.

Crystal grunted in response, much too preoccupied with her eating to offer anything more.

As Crystal's eyes panned around the plane she noticed a man blatantly recording her as she ate. She smiled and waved at the camera, then held the fries up to her mouth and dumped them down her throat. Wiping her hands off on her shirt, she patted her belly and opened up one of her burgers. The man recording her shook his head, put his phone away, and turned around.

Crystal waited until all the other passengers had gotten off the plane before shuffling her fat ass off of it, and met Donnie at her gate. She was beaming with joy as she waddled towards him in all her enormous glory, her entire body jiggling.

"Hey, baby!" She squealed, wrapping him up in a soft, warm, fat girl hug.

"I brought you this wheelchair, I figured you could take a load off..."

"Awww, sweetie! Thank you!"

Crystal collapsed into the bench-sized wheelchair and held her bag awkwardly on top of her belly, since her lap was no longer existent. Donnie felt like he was taking home a prized hog, and could've pushed the wheelchair with just his erection.

"Gimme a hand, baby..." Crystal huffed as they reached Donnie's car.

"Of course, my love..." Donnie replied.

The two interlocked arms and counted to three, Donnie was ready to bust right there as he felt how heavy his girlfriend had gotten.

"God DAMN..." He growled under his breath as she stood up.

Crystal panted as she awkwardly jammed herself into the passenger seat of Donnie's car. The suspension sagged to the right, and the entire frame of the vehicle jostled back and forth. Crystal's belly pushed against the dashboard and her side fat spilled out into the center console. The side of her thigh dug into the shifter, and she had to lean to the left just to shut the door.

"Bit of a tight squeeze, huh?" Donnie asked, pinching Crystal's side fat.

"Just a little bit! So, how've you been holding up?" Crystal replied.

"Um, it's been tough... But I'm gonna get through it."

Crystal put a hand on Donnie's thigh. "I love you." She said.

"I love you too, baby."

DING, DING, DING, DING, DING!

The seatbelt alarm went off as Donnie drove away from the airport.

"Sorry..." Crystal mumbled.

"It's OK, baby. I'll get you an extender. Can you just try it, though? I wanna see how far it reaches."

"Alright..."

Crystal reached behind her and pulled the seatbelt from behind her fat, and stretched it out across her belly. It stopped short a good few inches before the buckle, her belly oozing through the straps as she struggled to try and connect the pieces.

"Oh, baby... You're getting so fucking big!!!" Donnie growled, slapping Crystal's belly as the belt shot backwards.

"I know. I seriously don't know if I'm gonna be able to fly out here anymore after this weekend. I literally got stuck in the aisle when I was getting on the plane."

"Get the fuck out..."

"I'm serious! They had me board first because I'm so fat, and I got stuck between the seats when I was getting on. They had to recline a few of them just to make room for me."

"That's really hot."

"I don't know what I'm gonna do when I'm 600 pounds."

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there."

"Here, you order as much of whatever you want. Anything you want, here's my card..." Donnie said as they entered his apartment. They both squeezed onto Donnie's couch as Crystal perused the local pizza parlor's menu.

"You're not gonna get any food, baby?" Crystal asked.

"Nah, I can't eat right now..." Donnie replied.

"Oh, baby... I'm so sorry..."

"Thanks. We got the wake tomorrow afternoon and the funeral Saturday. You'll get to meet my family, at least."

"Yeah? That'll be nice..."

"My grandmother might come across as a bit of a judgmental bitch, but if she says anything, I'll set her straight. I don't think she will, but I just wanted to give you a heads up."

"It's OK. I have thick skin."

"Yes, yes you do..."

Donnie sat next to Crystal, laying his head against her shoulder and rubbing her belly as she put away two large calzones, a large pizza, chicken wings, and mozzarella sticks. He watched with pride as she stuffed herself with processed meat, cheese, bread, and sauce, reclined like an obese otter eating off her belly.

URRRPP!!

"That's my girl... So, how much do you weigh these days, baby?" Donnie asked.

"You really wanna know?" Crystal replied coyly.

"Jesus Fuck, Crystal, tell me!"

"563. As of yesterday."

"Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho my God! That makes you over 200 pounds heavier since we met! That's more than a whole person! I'm so fucking proud of you, baby, you have no idea..."

Donnie and Crystal kissed, and Donnie laid his head on her belly, kissing it and worshipping it up and down, all while Crystal giggled and stroked the back of his neck like an obese queen. Donnie kissed her again on the lips before getting up and extending his hands to help her to her feet.

"Oh, such a gentleman!" Crystal said.

"I try." Donnie replied.

"HMMMMPPPPHH!!" Crystal grunted.

Donnie draped his hand around Crystal's round, plump, shoulders and helped her waddle into his bedroom. The mattress shook violently as she plopped her big fat ass down on it, making her jiggle all over the place. Donnie tore his clothes off while Crystal peeled hers off, though she needed Donnie's helping getting her bra off. Donnie's turgid cock throbbed hard as he watched Crystal's huge, heavy, titties pop out of her bra and spill out over her gigantic, swollen, stomach.

"You're gonna have to do a lot of the work... I've put on a few pounds since you've last seen me." Crystal said, getting on her back.

"Don't worry, baby, I got it..."

Crystal laid back on the bed, her big belly heaving up and down with each labored breath.

HICCUP!

URRRRP!

URRRRP!

"Ugh... "

Donnie was grinning ear to ear as he lifted Crystal's belly up and shoved a few pillows between it and her thighs. Getting at her pussy was noticeably more difficult now, but with a little creative positioning, he was able to slide right up in it. He fucked through his tightening calf muscles as they started to cramp, thrusting with all his might, each pump sending Crystal's belly jostling heavily up and down. Crystal felt like a fattened sow engineered for feeding and fucking, her head rolling around in ecstasy on Donnie's sheets as he pounded her.

She didn't have to do anything anymore. All she would know was pleasure. Feed, fuck, feed, fuck, feed, fuck, grow...

"OOOOOOOOHHHHH DONNIE, DONNIE, DONNIE, FUCK!"

BOOM!

CRASH!

"OOOOOOOOOF!"

"CRYST AL!?"

The front left corner of the bed gave out beneath them, sending Crystal sliding down onto the floor. Donnie rushed to her aid, and once he realized she was fine, the two began to laugh.

"Oh my God, Donnie, I'm sorry..." Crystal huffed.

"Oh don't worry about it. You think this is the first time this has happened to me? Here, let's get you a seat..." He replied.

Crystal slid her fat ass back into some pajama pants and an ill-fitting t-shirt that her braless nipples poked through provocatively. Donnie herded her out onto his couch and went inside the bedroom to inspect the damages. After some loud clanging and banging, he emerged, smacking his hands together and wiping some dust off on his basketball shorts.

"I'm sorry, baby... I feel so bad..." Crystal cried.

"Oh, baby, don't! Really! It's just a bedframe, and it was bound to happen sometime! Come back to bed..." Donnie pleaded.

"OK..."

The broken bedframe was leaning against the wall of Donnie's bedroom, and the mattress and box spring now laid on the floor. Crystal awkwardly lowered herself onto the mattress, feeling like a blob as she laid back, her belly spilling out in front of her.

"You want some ice cream?" Donnie asked her with a smile.

Crystal nodded and smiled back.

"Be right back."

Donnie returned with a pint of chocolate brownie batter Ben and Jerry's, and hand fed it to Crystal while they watched TV. He snuggled up next to her like she was a human body pillow, finding comfort and warmth in her plush figure. The last few days had been so stressful and draining for him that he'd hardly slept. Slowly, the spoonfuls of heavenly frozen goodness grinded to a halt, and Crystal looked over to find Donnie fast asleep. She smiled and took the ice cream and spoon back from him and polished off the pint herself.

As much as she wanted to sleep, she was wired. Donnie was a notoriously heavy sleeper, and so she gently lifted his head off her shoulder and positioned his head on the pillow next to her. Her heart skipped a beat when Donnie started to stir, but he quickly returned to his natural sleeping state. Somehow, she managed to roll herself off of Donnie's mattress and up on her feet, sufficiently out of breath as she staggered into the living room. She made a beeline for the bong and took a few big rips, thinking it would help her sleep. As the giggles and relentless hunger washed over her, though, she realized she'd dug herself into a far deeper hole than she'd anticipated.

Sloppily, she pulled a chair from the breakfast nook in the kitchen and turned it towards the fridge. She sat her fat ass down in front of it, each ass cheek spilling over the edge and dwarfing the poor chair with her bulk. The fridge was the only light on in the kitchen as she tore open a bag of salami and stuffed her face with slice after slice. Anything edible would end up in her belly: half a leftover pizza, ham, lasagna, an old cheeseburger. When the fridge had been exhausted and a stack of boxes and wrappers were left in her wake, she turned her gluttonous gaze to the freezer, where she found another two pints of Ben and Jerry's.

"Baby?"