Chapter 17 - xiv.ii. fresh air (after pt. 2)

I turned the knob and was immediately enveloped in Abigail's essence. She whimpered and moaned as she watched us enter with our loaded trays of junk food. I set my tray on one of the carts and turned to take in my immense wife.

She was a blob of a woman, soft edges all around, like she was made entirely of varying sizes of pillows stuffed with marshmallow fluff. She was anchored to the bed by her big, bulbous mass; the sheet tucked beneath her fat upper arms serving as a makeshift dress that merged her shape with the surface on which she lay. Abigail was a fixture of the room. She was the shrine at which the enablers of gluttony worshiped. A living monument that captured the god-tier beauty of excess.

Abigail reached forward to rub the sides of her broad belly, most of it beyond the reach of her chubby digits. She grunted and whined as she nervously eyed the burgers and sandwiches we had brought her. Deep rumblings and gaseous growls emanated from within Abigail's enormity.

"I can't…" Abigal moaned. "Sunnie already fed me dinner."

"Aww sweetie," I comforted and stroked her cheek. "That wasn't dinner. That was the appetizer."

She closed her eyes and groaned as another gurgle emanated from her mass. "You're going to have to...help me," Abigail struggled to say. "The fullness is...too much. I need...to get it out."

I smiled. "Of course, dear." I glanced up at Sunnie. "Sunnie, can you get on the other side and help me with her?" I asked, as if requesting aid from a farmhand to assist me with a pregnant hog.

Sunnie nodded and sauntered over to the other side of Abigail's broad, blubbery body. She watched as I pushed my hands into Abigail's belly, the fatness yielding nearly to my wrists. She did the same on her end, her thin hands sinking deep into my wife's wobbly surface.

We kneaded Abigail's blubber together as she moaned and grunted. We could feel the trapped pressure bubble inside of her, purring against our palms, percolating within, desperate to get out. I swear I saw Abigail swell before my eyes as the pressure intensified, the gurgling and growling growing louder and louder, my wife whimpering and groaning as she struggled to push it deeper and deeper.

I shared a glance with Sunnie and she gave me a smirk in return. She and I both got a not-insignificant amount of joy in seeing Abigail in such distress. It meant we were feeding her well. It meant she was growing fatter for us and herself. It meant she would grow much larger still.

The discomfort she felt in this moment would manifest in more pounds and inches later on.

It was here that I began to mentally budget for a new reinforced bed.

My calculations were interrupted by Abigail's gasps of relief as a muffled roar of gas rumbled from beneath her globular ass, the smell of the day's vanquished meals blossoming from my wife's expansive bulk, filling the room with her unique aroma.

"Good girl," I cooed, stroking her hair. She was gasping for breath as if she had just run a marathon.

Another fart flowed from her and she grunted from the exertion of pushing it out into the room. She whimpered in relief and continued to breathe heavily.

"I feel so much better," she said, closing her eyes as if she were about to drift off to sleep, clearly exhausted. She farted once more, her relaxing body finally providing a valve for the building pressure, as she moaned in comfort.

"Ah-ah-ah! You can't take a nap just yet, piglet. You got to have dinner first," I playfully chided as I brought the cart around.

Abigail opened her eyes and began to look concerned. "Please, no. Honey, I can't…" she tried to plead.

"It's not up to me, remember? You told me, no matter how much you begged, no matter how full you were, you were determined to do whatever it takes to be the fattest woman in the world," I reminded her as I locked the tray in position by the bed and extended the table over her belly.

Abigail’s fat tongue rolled between her full lips as she prepared herself to feast even while attempting to refuse. “I know, babe, but...I’m already so…” she gave herself time to catch her breath and looked up at me. “...big.”

“Huge,” I corrected, lifting the first burger and bringing it to her face. The edge of the bun and patty pressed against Abigail’s mouth for a bit before she relented and took a bite. She moaned as she chewed and brought her fat hands up, taking the burger from my grasp and biting into it again. “And you’ve still got a ways to go.”

Abigail’s shameful eyes darted up to Sunnie, who was beaming down on her, watching with pride as Abigail ate. Abigail swallowed before she spoke, breathlessly: “Can Mark and I...have the room, please?”

Sunnie nodded with a smile and turned to leave the room, pulling the door shut behind her.

Taking another bite of the burger, Abigail turned her attention to me. “Y’know,” she began with her mouth full. “It gets pretty lonely…” she swallowed, “without you here during the day. So, I was thinking,” she took another bite, “maybe you should get fat with me. We can share the room, filling it with ourselves...”

My heart fell for my dear, dear Abigail. She was something of a feeder herself, and had tried many times along the way to get me to follow her on her quest to be the fattest person on record. But seeing her now, completely dependent on me, overburdened with beauty, decorated with the supple rewards of her excessive gluttony, I couldn’t help but feel pity for her.

“Aww, honey, that’s not happening,” I stated matter-of-factly as I ran my hand over her gelatinous mass. “This just isn’t something I want for myself and I’ve already asked you to respect that.”

Her face fell in defeat and her head seemed to sink into the horizon of her wide shoulders as she popped the last bite of burger into her mouth. Suddenly her face lit up and she turned to me excitedly. Still chewing, she said: “What about Sunnie?!”

My right eyebrow arched. “You want to fatten up Sunnie?”

Abigail nodded, grinning. “I just want someone to hang out with. She’s only here for a couple of hours a week to check on me. We just have to make her big enough to make leaving a hassle. Maybe not quite as big as, well, me.” Another burst of gas purred from beneath her substantial bulk, as if to punctuate her point.

I stroked my chin, imagining our cute and scrawny assistant suddenly blimped up and bloated. And perhaps with Sunnie and Abigail spending more time together, their shared eating habits would create a self-sustaining, perpetually-expanding loop of gluttony, facilitated and possibly even accelerated by me.

But then reality began to settle in.

“But she would never go for it,” I admitted, dejected.

“Who says she gets a say?” Abigail asked, motioning towards the sandwiches.

“Abigail!” I said, shocked at her flimsy morals, as I handed her the sandwich, watching as she tore into it.

“And how many people like me has Sunnie ushered into immobility? Hmm?” she argued through a mouthful. “You know it’s not always consensual. She’s told us all about her exploits! If you ask me, I think she’s gotten away with it long enough.”

I couldn’t really dispute that. Sunnie had held some shady morals herself, if her prior experience as a feeder and encourager was to be believed.

“You’re right,” I agreed, leaning over to kiss Abigail while she ate. I pulled back for a moment to let her swallow and kissed her again, slipping my tongue between her lips, tasting every delicious morsel she had just eaten. “Let’s make Sunnie fat.”

“Mmm, thank you, baby,” Abigail said with a grin. We kissed some more and she tickled my lips with a moan as I felt her massive body tense up and tremble when a bellowing fart billowed from beneath her. She gasped once I pulled my lips away.

“Could you uh…” Abigail paused to release another gaseous groan, ”...open a window for me? I could use some fresh air.”