Chapter 11 - destined to not move...

"I-I'm going to be immobile..." the over six hundred pound blonde repeated, out of breath. Looking at her still growing form. The temptations to collapse on the bed weighed on her literally, as even standing for a minute strained her already taxed muscles. Meanwhile, the top she had put on ten minutes ago now started to tear as her top belly layer stretched it to its' utter limit. Ava's greatest fears were coming to life, as the ability to even move was quickly being taken from her. The erotic pleasures of being incredibly obese, quelled once she realized the likely chance of becoming bed bound. The woman's gut twisted, as she feared of permanently becoming immobile, unsure of how the cookies would leave her system.

"I-huf-I need to do something!" she lifted her left leg, the belly's full weight forced her step to a small skiff and shuffle. Moving the right leg proved equally as difficult as moving and raising it around the left, meant even more strength and energy required. Walking around the bed - a task that would take a mere couple of seconds, before, now took closer to thirty seconds.
"I-I need...need my phone! Where the hell is it!?" she exclaimed, looking at the empty nightstand. A revelation slammed her, alongside many swear words, "It's in kitchen!" looking behind her, she witnessed the phone on the countertop past the doorway. Ava looked at the bed, as all her pain and suffering could be fixed by just laying down and sleeping. Her body ached for rest, standing in her growing, oversized form for several minutes.
"No!" she screamed in her mind. "I will not give in!" she hobbled 180 degrees and pushed her four foot wide ass towards the bedroom exit. Her wide shuffle, caused the boobs, stomach and butt to sway with each dramatic shuffle. Reaching the doorway, Ava collapsed against the frame, realizing that she was simply too wide to walk through.

"No... can't-huff-fit..." she blurted, looking up at the ceiling in frustration. "I need... to fit! There's no other option!" Ava turned herself sideways, lifting her right leg and extending it past the door frame. With that, her other, the gut grazed against the frame as the marshmallowy fat resisted her progress. With a powerful heave, the oversized lady passed through. However, a large tear came from behind, as her precious new white top ripped from being stretched too wide. Ava had no time to mourn for her destroyed shirt, as the clock was ticking on her ability to walk.

Making it to the kitchen table, Ava wanted to give up and sit down. The lady's sausage fingers grasped the metal top of the chair, her breath taken away, and lungs burning with fire. "I...huf, got...got to be over six hundred pounds..." she looked at her almost naked form, the cloth on her back slowly tearing more and more with each passing second. With that audible reminder, continuing her shuffling to the countertop, drenched in sweat. She painstakingly reached for the phone, lunging to grab it, collapsing against the countertop.
"Hehh... huff... got it, now..." her blue eyes looked to the bed, "Now, time, time to rest..." leaning her three and a half foot wide shoulders, and oversized drooping bust against the ice cold surface. Recuperating for a moment, Ava looked at her phone, the solution could be easy - a phone call away. But then her mind flashed to the repercussions of such a decision. Firefighters would have to carve the immobile woman out of the room. Alongside the embarrassment of 'lady too fat to leave room, forced to call 911!' headlines and articles that would be made.

"I... can't let them... no... I'll die if I have to!" she clenched her sweaty palms and pushed her torso up. With her raging determination, Ava grabbed her sweat drenched, torn shirt, and ripped it from her body, and using the countertop as leverage, shuffled out of the kitchen. The blonde's legs couldn't sustain even a half a foot off the ground, as each wide hobble felt like stepping glass to the mammoth sized girl.
"Almost...hehhh, there-huff..." she stopped at the doorway once more, now stuck with the same conundrum as before, but worse as many minutes have passed. Ava grasped the frame with her free hand, lifting her legs, and pushing herself sideways through the entrance, only to be swiftly stopped.
"Crap...crap!" her rear and belly was now pinned in the door frame as pressure mounted from the tight squeeze. "No-no-no-no!" she cried, helplessly throwing her arms in the air. Ava knew the longer she was stuck, the harder it would be to get out... or worse, get hurt doing it. The nearly immobile blonde, attempted once more, she used her sweaty hands and attempted to moisten her belly as much as possible. Then hugging the frame and wall with her oversized arms, sucking her gut in, and shifting her hips, Ava heaved herself out of the door, nearly collapsing the process.

"Yes! Phew...huff, huf, I... made it!" she smiled with satisfaction, though one last challenge remained. Looking at the king sized bed, the pad placed in the middle, meaning she would have to somehow climb on it. Staring at
her disgusting, sweaty, comically oversized form, Ava figured she was on her way to being seven hundred pounds, even standing seemed to be a miracle for the twenty three year old. Lifting her leg, her drooping belly now pushed past her knees, making it nearly impossible for the feet to leave the ground. But still - she was on a mission. Ava shuffled to the bedside, stopping as her underbelly and knees touched the linen.
"Alright...Alright..." she murmured. The near immobile woman assessed the bed, looking to make best of it, if she were to not be able to leave. Ava lunged for the closest pillow next to her, grabbing and tossing it to the middle of the bed, on top of the middle pillow. Ava looked for the TV remote, shuffling to it on the nightstand. Now in possession, the girl noticed her extra long charging cable for her phone, throwing both beside the pillows. Satisfied, the over seven hundred pound lady collapsed on the bed, creating a large clunking sound with it.

"Ah, thank...god." she praised herself, achieving what seemed to be impossible. Though now partially in bed, the fight for comfort wasn't over yet for the twenty three year old. Ava now had to get her over two foot wide legs into the bed. Starting with the right, Ava used her arms to brace herself to the bed, her sore leg vibrated and quivered with stress, the fatty tissue responding as such. Lifting it, she twisted her whole bulk around to lay down on the bed. The left leg was much easier, as lifting it out with her full body weight helping made the task simple. The bed bound woman now had to move herself to the middle of the bed, where the pad was and the bulk of the pillows was. The fat woman rocked back and forth, attempting to roll over, her fat bouncing around with the momentum. After the fourth attempt, she rolled onto her side, her bean bag chair like belly preventing her from rolling completely onto her stomach. Ava looked around, realizing that rolling over was a futile effort. The fat lady extended her right arm and leg, shifting her rear and torso over, slowly moving to the preferred placement. The weight of the world pressing down on her enormous bulk taxed her lungs.

"Finally!" she exclaimed, and out of breath. She used the last of her energy to spread her legs far and wide, to sit up. Her bodily fluids visibly left patches of sweat stains all over the fitted sheet beneath. Ava was just happy to be in comfort once more. Looking behind her, she grabbed the other pillow and stuffed it against her back, now having support for when she reclines. Next she grabbed the phone charger and plugged it in, checking it for notifications.

Nami:
"How's your evening going?"

The messaged popped on the screen as she swiped it away, not desiring to talk to her. Looking at the bedroom's balcony door, the evening sky darkened the room. Ava felt uncomfortable leaving curtain open, but was ultimately grateful she could see the sun set from where she rests. The bedspanning woman shifted herself back for comfort, exhausted from the almost two hours of fattening and masturbation.
Another ding alerted her,

Nami:
"I'm enjoying this sunset, wish you could be with me... this resort is so awesome!"

Ava dismissed it, and heaved a heavy and sad sigh. Looking at herself, her expansive form made everything hard for her. Her gallon jug sized arms were incredibly heavy to move around. Her breasts and expansive belly became an amalgamation of rolls and folds, resting on the bed itself. Her human sized legs even developed folds on the thighs and knees. Ava really wanted to like her current form, but losing the ability to do anything, was more of a curse, than a blessing. The worst part of it all, her stomach grumbled for food, and after gaining many times her weight, her gut desired anything that could come to it, and it was impossible to ignore.