chapter 3

It was 7:30 PM, and once again, Dean Williams was staying at work late. He sat in his lavish office slumped over a laptop, sipping a glass of Jack Daniels, and reviewing applications for the super obesity program. When he set the weight limit at a 500 pound minimum, he didn't expect a huge response, maybe a hundred or so applications. But after debuting his commercial, he'd received 250 applications, 220 of which were from women who legitimately met the criteria. So far he'd chosen three women, leaving two spots left in the program. He had streamlined the selection process, starting with the video. If he liked what he saw, he'd continue watching and review the written portion of her application.

So far, he hadn't seen anything really impressive. He poured another glass of JD and rubbed his eyes. "I'll do a couple more, then I'll call it a night." He thought to himself. He leaned his head on his hand and browsed the e-mail submission list.

Next in line was from an address called ColleenF1990.

Dean's eyes popped open and blood rushed to his cock as soon as he laid eyes on Colleen. She was his type to a tee. He loved her slim, beautiful, face, her huge, heavy, breasts, and most of all, her big, round, belly. He half-listened to her video, spending most of the time oogling at her and breathing heavily. By the end of it, his cock was slowly beginning to dribble pre-cum as it throbbed against his boxer shorts.

"Good God, she's fucking beautiful..." He gasped.

The next morning, Colleen received an e-mail confirming her acceptance to the program...

"Dear Colleen,

Congratulations! This letter is to inform you that you've been selected to be a member of our super obesity program! You will be entitled to all of the benefits and luxuries the program includes, which are outlined on the following page. If you are interested in accepting this opportunity, you must respond to this message within five business days. Failure to respond within a timely manner can result in the applicant losing their position and the offer being rescinded.

Your start date is negotiable. Should you accept, you have two months before you're required to move in, or more depending on special circumstances. Unfortunately, the Williams center is a pet-free environment, as some of our residents and staff are allergic. Upon arrival, all your luggage will be moved and handled with care by our team of movers. They will install and assemble everything you bring with you, and put it wherever you'd like. You'll undergo an extensive physical exam by a fat-friendly female doctor, meet your nurse, and discuss your goals with them. After that is the tour (mobility scooters will be supplied, don't worry!), where you'll meet the other women in the program and the rest of the staff. From there, you'll be shown the 24 hour all you can eat buffet, and are free to retire to your room or socialize with the other girls.

I look forward to hearing from you, Colleen, and I can't wait to begin this journey with you.

Sincerely,

-Dean Williams"

Colleen couldn't believe it. Part of her was hoping she wouldn't get accepted. After all, how would she explain this to her friends? Her family? Her co-workers? What would she even say?

"Hey guys! So, as you can see, I've gotten ENORMOUSLY fat these last few years, and now I'm quitting my job to go to sit on my ass and get even fatter at an assisted living facility!"

"Is that really what I've decided is gonna happen to me? No, no, no! No. I'll go, see how I like it, make some money, and just take some time off to... Decompress. That's all. It's not like it's a prison, they can't keep me there. I can leave whenever I want. And who knows? Maybe seeing some 1,000 pound women and how they suffer will be the wakeup call I need to change..."

Colleen thought all of this over as she browsed the Williams center website. She noticed that in addition to their various live-in obesity programs, they also did paid studies. That gave her an idea...

"I can tell them it's a paid study! That's technically not a lie! I mean, I am getting paid and they are gonna use me as research! They're doing a study on women over 600 pounds. For six months... It's a stretch, but it could work..."

"Hey, sweetie!" Colleen's mother Casey said as she opened the door and greeted her daughter. Her smile turned to shock at the sight of her daughter, who she hadn't seen in eight months.

Casey was blonde, like her daughter, and had very similar features. She had a slim, pretty face, blue eyes, big boobs, and of course, a big belly. Black yoga pants and a white t-shirt clung to her hefty figure unflatteringly, but she carried herself like a super model. Casey weighed just over 400 pounds, and never expressed concern about her daughter's weight. But now that Colleen outweighed her mother by over 200 pounds, she wasn't sure how to feel anymore.

The three step walk up to Casey's front porch had clearly winded Colleen, who couldn't hide how tired she was if she tried. The two women went in for a hug, neither able to get their arms around the other, and Casey smiled at her daughter, looking up and down and taking her in.

"You alright, sweetie? You're breathing awfully heavy..." Casey asked her.

"Yep! I'm... Fine... Whooo..." Colleen lied.

"C'mon, let's get inside. I grilled up some burgers and made your favorite wings."

Colleen just nodded in reply, and followed her mother inside. She prayed she wouldn't turn around as she turned sideways to fit through the front door, and luckily, she didn't. Colleen's thighs scraped and her calves burned as she waddled through the living room and down the hall to the dining room. The knot in her stomach loosened a bit when she saw the chairs around the table didn't have armrests, undoubtedly her mother's idea. She tried in vain to seat herself without shaking the room, or showing she was clearly exhausted. Her mother took two burgers off a platter in the middle of the table and put them on a plate, along with as many wings as would fit on the plate with them. To wash it down, she poured her daughter a huge glass of Coke.

"There you are, love..." Casey said.

"Thanks, Mom." Colleen replied.

Casey had a seat next to her daughter and grazed on a few wings. She watched her daughter devour each burger, so enamored with her food that it was as if she didn't know her mother was there, watching her. Casey estimated Colleen was 30 to 40 pounds heavier than she'd been the last time she'd seen her. The fat on her arms rolled up as she shoveled food into her mouth, pausing only to wipe her face or take a few gulps of soda. Her chubby little baby was now a morbidly obese, ravenous, hog of a woman, a big mac away from being bedridden.

Casey cleared her throat, which seemed to snap Colleen out of her gluttonous trance. She hurriedly finished off the second burger, wiped her fingers, and slowed down a bit.

"So? What's new?" Casey asked her.

"Well... I'm gonna be taking some time off work..." Colleen began.

"Oh? Good for you, sweetheart! You deserve some time to yourself! You going anywhere in particular?"

"It's, um... It's not really a vacation..."

"Did you get arrested!?"

"What?! No! No, no, no, no, no! Jesus Christ, Mom, who do you think I am?"

"Sorry, I just... Nevermind. Go ahead."

"There's this place, and they're doing a study..."

Casey arched her eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

"Um... They're doing a study on... Obesity..."

"Ok... So it's like a weight loss thing?"

"No... Um, not exactly. Look, Mom, I... I know, that
I've put on a lot of weight recently..." Colleen said, fighting the tears.

"Oh, honey..."

"I'm alright. They're offering a lot of money to study women that are... My size. Basically, I move in with them, they cover my basic living expenses, I'm allowed to do whatever I want, but they study my body and how it reacts to certain things. Like exercise, stress, certain foods, that kinda stuff. It's all medically controlled and supervised by doctors."

"Sweetie... How much do you weigh?"

"I don't know... Last time I got weighed was when I was in the hospital. And I was 589 then..."

CRACK!!!!

"OH NO, COLLEEN!!!!"

Colleen shook the entire house as she tumbled down on the splintered remains of the chair beneath her. Her heart raced in her chest as she looked up at the ceiling and realized what had happened to her. The tears soon followed.

"Oh, Mama! Help me! I can't get up!" She cried.

"Oh my God, sweetheart, are you alright?"

"I think so. I'm so sorry! I'm so fucking fat..."

"Shhhh... Shhhh... It's ok, baby. Here, take my hands. We're gonna pull you up. On the count of three, alright? One... Two... THREE!"

Colleen and Casey winced and strained with all their might to pull Colleen up to her feet, and slowly Colleen began to sit up. But before she could support herself, Casey lost her grip, and she went flopping back down.

"UGH! FUCK!" Colleen screamed.

"It's alright, honey, it's OK. We're gonna try again, ok? One... Two... THREE!!!"

Colleen strained as hard as she could, both women were red in the face as they pulled, eventually getting Colleen to a sitting position.

"Here, grab onto the counter to support yourself..." Casey panted.

Colleen slowly staggered up to her feet, sobbing as she hugged her mother.

"It's OK, sweetheart. You know I support you, no matter what. If you think this study could help you, do it. Take some time off, focus on yourself. Your health is what should always come first. You'll always be my baby girl, I love you."

"Thanks, Mama. I love you too. I'm gonna do it. I'll let you know visiting info and all that stuff once I get it."

"OK, good luck."