chapter 10

10

Unsurprisingly, Melissa continued to swell. A combination of not one, but two feeders was definitely taking its toll. Not only that, but Mel’s ever increasing waistline was beginning to impact her ability to get around. There were just “too many goddam stairs” at her office. Simply getting to her desk in the morning left her completely breathless. She’d also gone through her fair share of chairs. It wasn’t company policy, but management were letting Mel work from home. While she was still an efficient worker, it took her a good 20 minutes of panting before she was able to perform her duties after getting to work. That, plus the long lunches and cost of replacing furniture meant that it made better financial sense to have this enormous blob work remotely. Not having any need to exert herself and being able to eat whatever and whenever she wanted meant that Mel’s obesity had ramped up considerably.

While she had no idea how much she actually weighed, Mel knew she was seriously obese. She never thought she would get this big. She was seated on her couch in nothing but a pair of underpants and her old white “gym top” that was little more than a covering for her swollen breasts. Mel’s chubby feet were spread wide apart, allowing her gut the room to spill forward and hang off the edge of the couch. It seemed to be slowly creeping closer to the floor with every passing day. Mel’s laptop sat upon the shelf of her gargantuan stomach, allowing her to complete her work without having to get up. The keyboard was sticky with chocolate and crumbs, a fact made even less surprising by the state of the immediate area around her. While the rest of her apartment remained fairly clean, candy wrappers, soda bottles and takeaway containers lay around her in piles. Sarah usually cleaned this up on her visits, Mel only having to exert herself if either Sarah or Jim requested to see just how hard it was getting for her to do basic tasks for herself. Mel’s bedroom was similarly filthy, although not as much as the living room as Mel was spending more and more time fixed to the couch. It was simply too hard to get up after a long day of being stuffed, and she generally fell asleep with either Jim or Sarah rubbing her belly.

As if her own terrible eating habits weren’t enough, Mel’s two feeders made matters worse by having food sent to her direct without her having to ask. This led our porcine princess to another embarrassing dilemma. It was around 11AM, and a knock at the door provoked a Pavlovian response in Mel. With a quick squeal she tossed her laptop aside and kicked her fat little legs in excitement. She managed to shift herself to the edge of the couch and give herself enough leverage to make getting up possible. Rocking back and forth to the momentum Mel placed both hands on her knees, that no longer had any discernible features of knees and tipped forward to get herself up. As she performed this acrobatic feat Mel let out a shocked gasp as she felt her sweaty belly drag gently across the cold wooden floor. As she got to her feet, Mel attempted to brush away the crumbs of food that littered her glistening gut. Her efforts were largely in vain as her belly stuck out further and hung lower than she realised.
The floorboards creaked. Melissa wheezed and gasped. Her thighs rubbed and her stomach slapped and clapped against her thighs as she excitedly waddled to the door. She could barely keep her composure and didn’t bother waiting to catch her breathe before opening the door.

Melissa’s mothers jaw dropped. She could barely believe that what stood before her was her daughter. Melissa has been avoiding visits and events and now Vicki could see why. Her daughter stood before her, barely covered by clothing that would’ve hung off her mother. Her hands sinking into her flabby hips, gut hanging dangerously close to her daughters flabby knees. Mel was leaning back, making her belly protrude even further that it usually would. It was the only way she could stay standing without propping her gut up or leaning against something. Vicki looked her daughter up and down once more in absolute disbelief. “Jesus Christ Melissa, what the fuck have you done to yourself?”

“Oh. PUFF PUFF. Mom. Come. PUFF PUFF. GOTTA. SIT” Mel’s brain was frantic. This is the last thing she needed. But she couldn’t do anything about it. Her mother had already let herself in. Melissa’s legs were trembling under her gargantuan frame. She bumped heavily into the walls of her narrow corridor as she turned around and waddled back to the couch. The shock had her so frustrated she fell heavily into the couch. There was an audible CRACK and Mel sank considerably lower than she should’ve.
Melissa’s mother Vicki had tears forming in her eyes. She was frightened by what she saw. Vicki had never seen anyone so large. Her daughter was in her late twenties, she should’ve been in the prime of her life. Vicki’s fear mixed with shame as she took in the scene. The room was littered with food containers. It stunk of sweat. Her daughter was barely able to make it to her front door and back and Vicki was wondering whether or not she would need to call an ambulance. Mel was moaning loudly, desperately trying to control her breathing, further exacerbated by the stress of her mother standing on front of her, muttering unintelligibly. After several minutes Mel wiped her face with her chubby hand and looked at her mother. “Melissa, get up and get dressed right now. This has gone on long enough. We’re going to see a specialist and getting you booked in for a lap band” Vicki stamped her foot impatiently as her daughter just lay there wheezing.
“CANT... CANT GET UP... TOO MUCH... THE COUCH... OHHHHH.. OHHHH SHIT... DONT MAKE ME... PLEASE... LET ME REST...” Mel could barely string two words together. Her heart pounded mercilessly inside her flabby chest. All she could manage were ragged groans that were more akin to the sound of a wounded bull than a woman in her late 20’s.

After another round of scathing comments Vicki finally left, exacerbated from the scene she had just witnessed. Melissa flopped to one side and pulled her phone from between her sweaty rolls. She opened up a group chat recently made so her two feeders could coordinate their pigs constant gluttony.
“I need both of you hear ASAP. Momma’s broke the fuckin couch and she can’t get up. Help.” She hit send and went to return her phone to her rolls when she had a second thought “And one of you better find a scale”.