chapter 20 - descent (2)

As Chris's eyes absorbed and scanned in the beast his wife had become, the animalist urge took over him. Locking eyes with the thing his wife had turned into and exchanging a subtle nod, he frantically loosened his belt and let his pants slide to the floor while his wife shimmied her body on the couch into a position where she could stretch her thighs apart the maximum distance she could. She had managed to retain some flexibility by necessity given how much the two copulated. It was getting increasingly difficult for Chris to actually find a position where he could thoroughly penetrate his wife, and while the two had their own private musings about how much longer it would take before they couldn't comfortably have sex anymore, it was also a strangely erotic thought - Tiffany eating herself out of the ability to even get her husband inside of her. She was in a perpetual state of slippery lubrication, and Chris heaved her stomach upwards, positioning himself under her flab as she turned slightly sideways in the hopes of drooping her belly away from her husband who was frantically attempting to reach her flabby pussy.

He slipped inside of her with a groan as she brought another donut from the box she was munching on to her face. She had learned at least 200 pounds ago that since sex was good and food was as good as sex, sex while eating was the ultimate experience possible. Her brain was flooded with sugar, gluttonous thoughts, and pulses of ecstacy as her husband unloaded inside of her for the 2nd time today. He sunk into her trying (but failing) to wrap his arms around her, squeezing her enormous body, kissing her belly. She popped a 2nd, 3rd, and 4th donut into her mouth while he went to grab a towel and tend to the leftover fluids. Without saying a word but exchanging a grin, he pushed himself up once she was comfortable and wandered into the kitchen to begin preparing her next set of meals.

He tossed Tiffany a mumu and said "make yourself presentable, piggy, you friend is coming over in a bit" to which Tiffany sighed heavily. Draping herself in this quilt sized piece of fabric was such a chore, she thought.

The doorbell rang as he carted the food over within reaching distance of Tiffany, and he rushed over to open it up. Katelyn was about 10 minutes earlier than usual. In the past few months it actually looked like she might be losing a bit of weight. He hadn't prodded Curtis for any updates, but Katelyn was dressed up in an over-stretched spandex suit and mildly drenched in sweat.

"Hey Chris!" she said in her usual chipper tone as she waddled through the doorway gasping for breath.

"Hey Katelyn, you're early today! How's it going?" he replied, closing the door behind her.

"Pretty good, I actually got over here a lot sooner than I thought I would, even though I had to stop to catch my breath three times..." she answered.

"What do you mean? Don't tell me you WALKED over here...?" he said, following her down the hallway.

"Yeah, you know I've been trying to get a little bit more in shape recently...for mobility reasons..." she trailed off staring at the form of her enormous friend snacking mindlessly on the couch, almost unaware of her presence.

Chris wondered what Curtis must think about this - as he studied Katelyn from behind it was undoubtable, she had definitely lost some weight. He was sure she wasn't over 500 anymore, and she may even have gotten down into the 450 range again. She had seemed to be getting a bit thinner recently but he didn't pay much attention - now he was looking and realized she was most certainly shrinking.

"Alright, well I've got some more snacks cooking up for you so go make yourself comfortable on the couch and I'll bring them in after a few minutes!" he said, gesturing towards the other room.

"Thanks, that sounds great" Katelyn replied, waddling her way towards her couch.

Chris went back to preparing food, and then after handing it off to Katelyn went into the other room to host a meeting with his team at work for a few hours.

"So..." Katelyn said, looking at her best friend's glazed over eyes stare vacantly at the TV while absentmindedly heaping spoonfuls of marshmallow fluff directly from the jar into her mouth.

"How's it going?" she continued.

Silence filled the room, the only noise coming from the actors in the TV show Tiffany had on.

"Hello??" Katelyn exclaimed after a moment, jostling Tiffany from her trance.

"Oh, hey...um....what? What's up?" she stuttered, only then realizing that a world outside of stuffing her face existed.

"Just wanted to know how things are going for you." Katelyn answered.

"Oh...umm...good...this fluff is amazing, I need more." Tiffany mumbled between chews and gulps.

"I mean how's it going besides food..." Katelyn added.

"H- ...what? What do you mean?" Tiffany said, annoyance welling up in her voice with a conversation that was now thoroughly distracting her from her primary purpose in life.

"Like, what have you been up to lately, see any good movies? Make any good plans?" Katelyn said in an earnest tone, searching for something at all to grasp ahold of.

"No. I've been eating. Eating a lot." Tiffany replied curtly.

"A-alright..." Katelyn responded sheepishly.

Tiffany returned to the glazed over silence, her chewing and slurping of food raising in intensity slightly.

"I lost some weight..." Katelyn said after a few moments of silence.

Tiffany momentarily paused chewing , breathed in and continued chewing without addressing her friend's comment.

"I guess I just didn't want to get too.." Katelyn started out

"TOO WHAT?" Tiffany huffed loudly, pausing her feasting. "TOO FAT TO WALK? TOO FAT TO GET AROUND?" she followed up.

"I didn't mean it like that.." Katelyn said at almost a whisper

"Yeah, well I noticed you were getting skinny again. Not eating as much. I surpassed you MONTHS ago." Tiffany jabbed in an almost nasty tone. "Couldn't take the heat huh? I guess it's not for everyone." She continued.

"You know, I'm still 440 pounds Tiff..." Katelyn said matter of factly. "I don't know if "skinny" is an adjective most people would use to describe me.

"Yeah well you're skinny compared to me. What the fuck happened? I thought we were in this together damn it." Tiffany replied.

"In what? What are you trying to do? I mean, I got fat because I love eating...you..." Katelyn trailed off.

"WHAT?" Tiffany cut in. "Go on, finish that sentence: I - WHAT?"

"You don't seem like you even taste or enjoy your food anymore. You've changed and I don't know if you even see it. You're just eating to get bigger and bigger and bigger infinitely. You're already on the verge of being immobile and I don't see any signs of stopping. I don't think you can stop. I'm...I'm just concerned for you, that's all." Katelyn confessed.

Tiffany was silent for a moment as she continued to slurp down her feast. Finally she licked her thick, fat fingers one by one and nonchalantly replied.

"Look. I don't give a shit about mobility, I don't give a shit about stopping or losing weight. I don't need your 'concern' either. I just care about one thing - filling my enormous belly as full as it can get. If you want to hop off the train and abandon me here that's your choice, but I'm pushing ahead and I'm never stopping. This is what I was made to do." Tiffany said, a blank expression on her face.

The two women finished their meals in awkward silence. Katelyn heaved herself up off the couch and said goodbye to Tiffany which was acknowledged with a "mmmt" grunt as she stuffed two cannolis into her mouth at a time.

Waddling to the front hall and glancing over her shoulder at Tiffany, Katelyn sighed and continued out the door.