chapter 4

"Ugh... Oh, goodness, what happened?!" Betty groaned as she woke up.

She was still in her chair, the TV was still on, her mouth was dry, and her head was pounding. Her belly ached, a mixture of hunger and discomfort, but hunger, as usual, was winning. The glass in her cup holder was a quarter of the way full, the soda now flat and the ice melted. An empty gallon container of chocolate ice cream was tucked under her arm, a spoon sitting at the bottom.

Betty looked down at her breasts, which were smeared with ice cream, mustard, blue cheese, and sauce. She sighed, and looked at her phone. It was 10:45, and she had missed calls from Lorenzo and Gabby, who were undoubtedly looking for her. Swiping Gabby's name, she called her, shaking her head as the phone rang.

"Big Mama? Is everything alright? Where are you?" Gabby asked.

"Everything's fine, sugar. I'm not gonna be able to make it in today, I'm sorry, I'm just not feeling up to it. Can y'all hold down the fort while I'm recovering?" Betty asked.

"Of course! Feel better, OK?"

"Thanks, sugar. Y'all gimme a shout if you need anything, alright?"

"Don't worry about us, Big Mama, we can handle it."

"Alright, thanks again sugar."

"Bye."

Betty opened the UberEats app on her phone, ordering two buckets of chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, potato wedges, mac n' cheese, biscuits, and cole slaw. KFC was Betty's guilty pleasure food. She knew it was trashy and there were a bevy of better options out there, but she found the food to be irresistible, she couldn't get enough of it.

When the food was confirmed to be on its way, Betty waddled over to her bedroom and stripped naked, sighing as she caught a glimpse of herself in her mirror.

"Good Lord, Betty... Look at your belly!" She thought to herself.

Betty's fat had always distributed pretty evenly over her body, but there was no denying the way her belly dominated her figure. It made her back arch inward, and her arms stick out when she was standing at ease. It had retained a uniform roundness, much like the rest of her body, which quite literally resembled a massive yoga ball.

The allure of food snapped her from her trance of self-loathing, and she picked an outfit out from her closet and laid it on her bed. After pulling a bra and panties from her bureau, she waddled into the bathroom, her joints aching and her breathing heavy as she put the toothpaste on her toothbrush and started brushing her teeth. She gagged when she brushed her tongue, her nausea and headache from her hangover still very present as she plowed through her morning routine.

"Aaaaahhhh..." She sighed as she plopped naked down into her shower chair.

Once Betty was over 600 pounds, she was over standing in general, and started cutting it out of her life little by little, buying whatever product or using whatever services she could to make her life easier. The shower chair was, much like her grabbing stick, a necessity for a girl her size. In addition to those tools, she also had a detachable shower head and a loofa on a stick that allowed her to reach places she'd never be able to otherwise. Lathering up her loofa with her favorite scented body wash, she scrubbed underneath every roll, fold, and curve, winding herself in the process. Betty was very particular about her hygiene, and went to great lengths to keep herself smelling and feeling as fresh as she could.

Betty struggled to fasten her bra as her Ubereats order neared her front door. When she finally got her boobs contained, she put on her panties and put a tight "I'M BIG BETTY!" t-shirt on, which her belly button peeked out from under cutely. She put a pair of grey sweatpants on and waddled to the kitchen, preparing for the arrival of her food.

"Hey there, sugar, how you doin'?" Betty said to the UberEats delivery guy.

"Howdy Ms. Reynolds. So let's see... I got two buckets of chicken... Cole Slaw... Mashed Potatoes... Gravy, of course... The wedges... Annnnd the mac n' cheese. Enjoy sweetie!" The delivery man replied.

"Thanks, sugar! Here... I appreciate y'all coming out here for me all the time..."

Betty handed the driver two $20 bills for a tip.

"Oh, wow! Thanks so much, Ms. Reynolds!"

"Don't mention it, sugar! You have a good day now!"

"I will, thanks again!"

"Mmmmmm..." Betty moaned as she tore the skin and meat from a breast with her teeth, grease glistening on her lips and around her mouth. A glass of soda in one hand, a drumstick in the other, her plate resting on her big belly, Betty couldn't look fatter if she tried.

UUUUURRRRRRRPPP!

Betty smiled when she realized they'd thrown in extra gravy just for her, and she drenched the mashed potatoes in the brown, fattening, liquid. Propping the bowl on her belly, she laid back, surfing channels until she landed on "My 600 Pound Life." Her thumb hovered over the "channel up" button, but she didn't push it. Instead she watched a morbidly obese woman get hosed off like a circus animal on her back porch, because she was too big to use a regular shower. Betty sighed as she realized she was about 100 pounds heavier than this woman, who weighed just over 600 pounds.

Betty began eating more aggressively as she surfed channels, desperate to shake that uncomfortable confrontation with reality. Those kind of moments only drove her to eat more, and when she finished the mashed potatoes, she drank the rest of the gravy right out of the cup. Three decades of stretching her stomach to its absolute limit each and every day had brought her here, eating two buckets of chicken, mashed potatoes, mac n' cheese, cole slaw, biscuits, and potato wedges.

URRRRPPPP!!

HICCUP!

URRRRRRPPP!

"Ooooooohhhh...&qu ot;

Overstuffed was an understatement. Betty looked helplessly at the mess of empty buckets and boxes on the coffee table, rendered immobile by her gluttony, as any attempt at movement would send it all shooting back out. Her body didn't know what to do with so many calories, so much grease, so much fat, as it struggled to digest all of it. Betty's head slowly lowered, her breasts almost functioning as a pillow as her chins sunk into her own soft flesh, then jerked up again as she realized she was nodding off. Her breathing was alarmingly heavy as she checked her phone. It was noon. Eyes half mast, she let the TV and obscene amount of food in her belly lull her to sleep.

Betty woke up two hours later, her bowels and bladder screaming for her to wake up and relieve them.

"Hmmmmpppphhhh! Oooooooof!" She grunted as she rocked herself up to her feet. Waddling to the bathroom, she pulled up her dress and plopped her fat ass down on her toilet seat, which by the way, had also been modified to accommodate her obesity. Sweat dripped down her face as she struggled to catch her breath. She felt pinned against the back of the toilet by her belly, exhausted and bloated, unsure of whether or not she'd be able to get back up on her own. Her heart bounced around her ribcage as her body struggled to keep up with her, her throat burning from all the exertion.

"Everything's fine big mama, feel better " A text from Gabby read.

Betty smiled. She felt terrible for missing work, but she hardly ever took a day off, besides Sunday, when the restaurant was closed. Betty wasn't a particularly religious gal, but Sunday had always been a day of rest, and in Texas, being closed on Sunday gave the place a more authentic Texas feel. It endeared her even further to her community.

Sighing, Betty looked through different pictures Lorenzo had sent her of him, usually with his shirt off and his dick out. Betty had had a few "boy toys" ever since she started raking in the dough, and had taken to being a sugar mama of sorts, paying off handsome men to have sex with and pleasure her. Being as fat as she was and making the kind of money she was making, she was hesitant to let her guard down and seriously date any men, not that she was fighting them off left and right...

Betty's eyes welled up as she found a video of Lorenzo and them having sex, when she was easily 150 pounds lighter. She quickly spammed the menu button on her phone, and pinched the bridge of her nose, wiping her eyes with toilet paper.

"Oh, Betty, Betty, Betty..."

Strategically, Betty had installed a towel rack facing the toilet. Betty could just barely reach the towel rack, which sat at eye-level with anyone sitting on the toilet. She'd had one of her old boy toys, a handyman named Ray, install it with her in mind, ensuring it was securely mounted to the wall, and could withstand several hundred pounds of pressure pulling against it.

Taking a deep breath, Betty grasped the towel rack, and heaved herself up off the toilet, breathless by the time she was on her feet. After wiping, she waddled back out to the living room, cleaning up her trash and collapsing back in her chair, thoroughly exhausted, but also very hungry. Instinctively, she pulled up the GrubHub app, and the menu for Luigi's, her favorite Italian restaurant. The entire staff was very familiar with Betty and her excessive binge eating, and the app had saved her usual order: a large meatball sub, a chicken parmigiana calzone, a large meat lover's pizza, and an order of French fries.

"I oughta throw a barbecue this weekend..." She thought as she placed her order.