chapter 24

As Bettyâeuro(TM)s caretaker, Sandra was granted the right to prescribe non-narcotic medications to Betty and increase their dosages as she saw fit. As Betty continued to get fatter and fatter, she needed more medication to keep her alive. Her cholesterol and blood pressure were off the charts, and her diabetes required an ever-increasing amount of insulin to manage properly. She was always monitoring Bettyâeuro(TM)s health and took great care of the half-ton blob.

âeurooeHow about a shower after you finish your ribs, Betty?âeuro Sandra asked.

âeurooeUghâeuro¦âeuro Betty grunted.

âeurooeI know, I knowâeuro¦ My poor piggy canâeuro(TM)t eat in the shower!âeuro Sandra squealed, making pouty lips at Betty as she prepared the lift.

âeurooeAlright, alrightâeuro¦ Gimme a second to finishâeuro¦âeuro

âeurooeOf course, honey! Iâeuro(TM)m not going anywhere. Iâeuro(TM)ll be quick, too! Then you can go back to filling this tummy!âeuro Sandra said cheerily, giving Bettyâeuro(TM)s belly a few affectionate pats.

Sandra and Betty had grown close in their time together. Like Lyndsey, Sandra loved fat women, and wasnâeuro(TM)t shy about getting handsy or making the odd sexual innuendo or comment to Betty. Smiling, she gathered up all Bettyâeuro(TM)s plates and trash, and brought them to the kitchen before hooking Betty up to the lift.

The hoyer lift system hooked up to a mat that sat beneath Betty, made with a very, very, very, strong fabric that could withstand thousands of pounds of stress. Bettyâeuro(TM)s fat ass sagged down into the mat as she was lifted up and slowly moved into the bathroom. Sandra changed into a bathing suit and got into the shower with Betty, her pussy wet and tingling with excitement as she lowered Betty down onto the shower floor. Betty huffed and wheezed as she leaned against the wall, out of breath from doing absolutely nothing.

âeurooeAlright, sweetie, the waterâeuro(TM)s nice and warmâeuro¦âeuro Sandra said, taking the removable shower head down and lathering up a sponge.

Showering with Sandra was a little awkward at first, but Betty had gotten used to it.

âeurooeAlright, sweetheart, letâeuro(TM)s get that left arm upâeuro¦âeuro Sandra said as the water gushed from the shower head.

âeurooeUghâeuro¦âeuro Betty grunted.

âeurooeI know, honey, I know, but we gotta get you nice and clean!âeuro

Betty lifted her left arm up, grunting and wheezing as she struggled to keep her lard-covered limb in the air. Sandra quickly washed under her arm and the rolls eclipsed by her chubby bicep. Betty had so many rolls and folds, and Sandra had to be thorough to prevent infections or other hygiene related issues.

âeurooeGood job, Betty! Letâeuro(TM)s get that other one up now!âeuro Sandra said.

Betty raised her right arm obediently and Sandra repeated the process.

âeurooeThatâeuro(TM)s my girl! Oh youâeuro(TM)re such a big piggy, Betty, what are we gonna do with you?âeuro Sandra gushed.

âeurooeGit me cleaned up so I can go back to eatinâeuro(TM)?âeuro Betty replied.

âeurooeSounds like a plan, Stan!âeuro

Sandra saturated the sponge with Bettyâeuro(TM)s favorite body wash before starting to clean under her belly. This was arguably the hardest part of bathing Betty, as her belly was so heavy and difficult to move. She attached the sponge to a stick attachment and shoved it under Bettyâeuro(TM)s big belly, pushing and pulling at it before lifting it just enough to get the showerhead underneath it so it could be rinsed out.

Sandra finished bathing Betty soon after and dried her off before loading her back onto the lift and putting her back in bed. She immediately brought Betty a pack of double stuffed Oreos to munch on while she applied lotion to reduce stretch marks and maintain her skinâeuro(TM)s elasticity. After changing her into a new mumu, she was feeling fresh and cleanâeuro¦

âeuro¦And hungry.

Very, very, hungry.

Sandra brought in tray after tray of white Chinese takeout boxes, smiling as she fueled Bettyâeuro(TM)s relentless gluttony. When her bedside table was loaded to capacity, she had a seat next to Betty, who dunked an egg roll in soy sauce, shoving the entire thing in her mouth at once. Her chins jiggled as she chewed, her eyes staring at the TV with a look of apathetic exhaustion. Just sitting there was tiring her out.

âeurooeWatch, Iâeuro(TM)ll eat all this damn food, and Iâeuro(TM)ll be hungry 20 minutes laterâeuro¦âeuro Betty said with a full mouth.

âeurooeThatâeuro(TM)s kinda typical for you, no?âeuro Sandra replied.

âeurooeHa! I guess youâeuro(TM)re right, but I was talking about the Chinese food. Whatever that shit is that they put in it to make you hungry afterâeuro¦âeuro

âeurooeMSG?âeuro

âeurooeI think thatâeuro(TM)s it. Lord knows I donâeuro(TM)t need much help gettinâeuro(TM) hungryâeuro¦âeuro

âeurooeHaha, no you donâeuro(TM)t! Thatâeuro(TM)s for sure!âeuro

The sheer volume of food Betty consumed every day kept her weight from ever really plateauing for a very long time, and her willingness to push her limits kept the weight piling on. She always felt sexy around Mitch, but now that she was a bedridden blob she was (oddly enough) starting to truly embrace her size and see how big she could get. Her world had been narrowed from the restaurant and all her various social circles to just her, Sandra, and Mitch, in their room, where she could eat, and eat, and eat, and eat, and get fatter, and fatter, and fatter. That was her job now, to eat, and get fatter. She had to please her man, after all.

âeurooeYou wanna funnel feed me, sugar?âeuro Betty huffed.

âeurooeYes I doâeuro¦âeuro Mitch replied.

âeurooeMake two pitchers. I wanna do two this time.âeuro

âeurooeGood for you, baby! Be right back!âeuro

Even Bettyâeuro(TM)s speech had become affected by her weight, her words sounding deliberate and heavy, as if just drawing in the air to make them required a Herculean effort on her part. As Mitch dumped the first pitcher of shake into a bigger pitcher, he wondered how far this was going to go. Sighing, he dumped the second shake into the big pitcher and shook the thoughts from his head, letting his dick do the thinking once again.

He returned to the bedroom where his enormous lover sat on the bed, smiling at him and holding the funnel and tube. He smiled back, setting the pitcher down on Bettyâeuro(TM)s bedside table and getting the funnel and tube into position high above Bettyâeuro(TM)s head.

âeurooeYou ready, baby?âeuro

Betty nodded with a level of anticipatory enthusiasm he rarely saw in her anymore.

âeurooeOKâeuro¦ Here we goâeuro¦âeuro

Mitch started dumping the thick brown slop down the funnel with the measured precision of a meth cook, knowing that the pace was everything when performing a stunt such as this. Too fast and sheâeuro(TM)d explode, too slow and sheâeuro(TM)d get full. His cock pulsed against his boxer shorts as he watched her glug down the fattening goop, looking down with pride at her blob-like physique. When their eyes met, he could still see the sparkle of the woman heâeuro(TM)d fallen in love with deep down under all the blubber. The gratuitously gluttonous aspects of the funnel really drove him wild, knowing he was just filling Betty up with more fat and calories in one of the most simplistic ways imaginable. This was feedism in its purest form. Dumping the sweet mixture down the throat of his massive sow, filling her with sugar, fat, carbs, and calories that would gestate and ferment in her massive belly, swelling it out further, and further, and furtherâeuro¦

ULPâeuro¦

ULPâeur o¦

ULPâeuro¦

Bettyâeuro(TM)s eyes looked frantic and stressed as she struggled to gulp down the second pitcher. Mitch just gave her a look of stern encouragement.

âeurooeDonâeuro(TM)t you even think about stoppingâeuro¦âeuro His eyes said.

All Mitch could hear were the sick slurping sounds, the gulping, the swallowing, and Bettyâeuro(TM)s heavy breathing.

âeurooeShit, now that you mention itâeuro¦âeuro Mitch thought, turning Bettyâeuro(TM)s oxygen up a few notches.

Betty nodded in thanks as she sucked down the last few gulps of shake. She smiled as she ripped the hose of out of her mouth, sending little flecks of chocolate liquid onto her cleavage.

âeurooeIâeuro¦ Did it, sugar! Oooooof!âeuro Betty grunted.

Mitch lunged at Betty, mounting her belly and shoving his cock into her warm fat, kissing her and groping her. The contrast between Betty and Mitchâeuro(TM)s physiques was insane. Mitch looked like a child that was resting on an oversized teddy bearâeuro(TM)s belly.

âeurooeOoooof! Sugar I canâeuro(TM)t breathe!âeuro Betty gasped.

âeurooeSorry babyâeuro¦ Oh Iâeuro(TM)m so proud of you!âeuro

âeurooeCan you go get me some Oreos?âeuro

âeurooeIs someone still hungry?! Huh?! Donâeuro(TM)t you think youâeuro(TM)ve had enough!?âeuro

âeurooeCâeuro(TM)mon, sugar, Iâeuro(TM)m hungry!âeuro

âeurooeOh youâeuro(TM)re just insatiable, I fucking love it! I love it!âeuro