Chapter 13 - xiii.

one month later....




A fat finger pushed a button on the blender and it roared to life, processing ice cream, heavy cream, weight gain powder, three sticks of butter, with chocolate syrup and caramel sauce. Fat, feminine arms reached around an enormous marshmallow of a belly and large, pillowy breasts, barely contained in a pink t-shirt stretched to its max, and pink leggings wrapped around ass cheeks the size of boulders.

The blender stopped and she disconnected the large pitcher, hefting it with both fluffy arms and carrying it over to the cart, setting it next to a plate stacked with burgers, near a wide bowl filled with chips. A two-tiered coconut cake sat on the second shelf of the cart, aside a gallon of cookies-and-cream ice cream. The fat woman arranging the food breathed heavily through her nose, wishing she could eat everything before her. But it was all for her brother. Her belly growled regardless.

"Ah, ah, ah!" the Munchies taunted. "Don't think about it, Nat! You should be careful, you're getting quite fat!"

"It's up to you, now, to take care of Ben. How can you do that if your fat leaves you pinned?" the Munchies asked of Natalie as they danced around her, some leaping to the cart, another balancing on her rounded shoulder.

Natalie's fat wobbled and shifted as she slowly shoved the food cart from the kitchen and into the hall, the Munchies dancing around her, one even feeder her chips as she waddled.

"A question, please! Whaddaya say? We want to know how much you weigh!"

Nat suppressed a burp and her lips and cheeks bulged from the internal combustion before she spoke: "516 pounds," she breathed.

"My, my, my! That's so very fat! We are so proud of you! Three cheers for Nat!!"

The Munchies all sang: "Hip-hip! Hooray! Hip-hip! Hooray! We think it's great, how much you weigh!!" They patted her on the back, and plucked more bites for her from the cart. She chewed and moaned, using the heavy-duty cart to support her forward momentum.

As she approached the bedroom door, what sounded like a bear's growl rumbled the walls and floors. It used to startle Nat, but as they both had grown fatter, she had gotten more accustomed to her immobile brother's gaseous releases. In fact, hers were getting to be almost as loud, long, and deep as Ben's, even at half his size. Their gluttony-induced scents permeated the house at this point, keeping the smell of conquered meals in a constant cycle in the air of their home, feeding a self-sustaining loop of hunger and it's inevitable result. They were surrounded by their own farts like pigs basking in mud.

Without having to slow her momentum, the Munchies opened the bedroom door for Nat, as she pushed the cart in. Like the reveal of Kong in all his glory, Ben's blob of a blubbery body was nearly overflowing his bariatric bed, like a muffin billowing from its tin. He was asleep, purring bursts of gas weakly breathing out of his rear. "1,479 lbs," on the readout.

"Nap time's done, so wake up Ben! Now it's time for lunch to begin!" the Munchies proclaimed!

"But we're afraid our time is through! We're satisfied with what we've done to you!" one Munchie explained.

"We leave you in the hands of your dear sister Nat! We're confident she will keep you quite fat!" another sang.

"Oh, and we invited Emily over for dinner! You should see her, she's gotten even thinner!"

"A far cry from you two and your enormous fat asses and all of your smelly, gluttonous gasses!" another Munchie shouted, causing the rest to giggle. Ben and Nat shared shameful glances, each other taking note of how much fatter the other had become.

Suddenly, the crowd parted and Doodle stepped forth, Ben and Nat watching nervously.

"Thanks for having us! It's been a blast! But we need to get away from your incessant gas!" Doodle spoke, as the Munchies all pinched their noses or fanned their faces. "But before we go, we leave you with this! Never deny yourself your own private bliss."

And just like that, the Munchies evaporated into the ether, waving good-bye to the overstuffed siblings. Ben and Natalie shared one more defeated glance with each other and sighed through their piggish noses with a shrug. They then began to raid the cart together, grunting and moaning as they shoved burgers and fries into their fat mouths, their enormous asses constantly releasing clouds of conquered meals, just one other way they were occupying even more space.