An intervention failed

chapter 5

3 months passed of Phoebe being held captive, and to her horror and denial, she had surpassed the 700 lb. mark. She was no longer able to waddle during the daily exercise that Sid would get her to do around his home. The day Sid presented to Phoebe a mobility scooter, she wept. She had no neck, her multiple stomach rolls were now "shelves" that acted as a table for her to put her food on when she ate, and she no officially had no lap.

Her breathing became difficult too when lying down, so she had to resort to sleeping in her scooter, or inclined on a pile of pillows that Sid put under her on a mattress. She was too big to be washed in his bath tub, so he'd gotten robotic human lift that would lift Phoebe from her mobility scooter to makeshift bed. He would then take her to his garage where he had a blue tarp, place her there, and sponge bath her. He insulted her as he scrubbed every inch of her body, lifted up rolls, and scrub inside her navel.

One night, Sid told Phoebe he had a surprise for her. She dreaded it. He had her scoot out to the garage, where she was met with a tow truck. Sid had rented a tow truck, he harnessed Phoebe, and then lifted the whale and transferred her to his pickup truck. which was lined with a tarp. Phoebe cried as she was being lifted, and ashamed that she was so heavy a tow truck had to lift her.

The ride felt like hours, even though it was 30 minutes, but Phoebe fell into a snoring slumber. She awoke to her stomach being poked, and opened her eyes to find Sid on top of her, poking her giant gut.

"Wake up Porky, we're finally here." Phoebe tried to scan her eyes around her: she saw the sun-setting sky. She heard men talk around her, and then Sid said, "alright boys, we got to get this hippo off the truck. Careful now. Harvey, you can start lifting her."

Phoebe didn't realize it, but Sid must have put another harness on her when she was sleeping. Because suddenly she felt herself being lifted, her excess flesh hanging loose, as gravity pulled it down. She felt herself being transfer from the pickup truck, onto a flatbed cart. She saw 6 men, 3 on each side, then take the handle of the cart, and start rolling her. She tried to talk, but her multiple chins were so flabby, and were obstructing her vocal cords. Fortunately 2 pillows were propped under her head to make breathing easy. With grunts from the men, they finally entered a dimly lit room, resembling a barn.

"Welcome, my fat pig," Sid said, as the men stopped pushing the cart with Phoebe on it. He stroked her belly.

"Welcome to the Fanclub of Men who admire Fat Ladies. You're in for a treat!"

Suddenly, more men appeared around Phoebe, each touching some parts of her, laughing, mocking her, insulting her. Some touched her belly, poking and prodding it. Others did it with her chins and cheeks. She felt 2 pairs of hands lifting her belly apron, and let it drop, making a thump and causing her whole body to shake. Phoebe tried to squirm, but she was so big and couldn't. She could not speak, but could only cry.

Sid then told the men they were celebrating Phoebe surpassing 700 lbs. He brought multiple boxes of a dozen cupcakes, with pink frostings, and a a 3 tier cake. Two shoved the cake into Phoebe's mouth, others took fun of throwing the cupcakes at her huge belly, using it as a target board. They would then take the splattered frosting and cupcake, scoop it with their fingers, and shove that into Phoebe's mouth.

By the time the "party" was done, Phoebe was sweating, breathing heavily, and crying. Her body was shining with sweat, and covered in icing and cake bits. Sid came over and rubbed her stomach, now harden and hurting.

"what a wonderful evening, my fat dear. Now for the cheery on top!" he said, putting a red cheery from the cake into Phoebe's navel, taking a can of whip cream and not only squirting it in her mouth, but around her whole stomach rolls, and then rubbing it on like sun screen.