Chapter 55

For the next five days, her eating some managed to escalate even more, her weight skyrocketing even faster. It was like watching a time-lapse movie of someone gorging themselves into oblivion, her mouth constantly sucking down the most calorie dense liquids known to man, waking up in the middle of the night several times to chug more, her stomach seeming to visibly grow by the hour.

Walking became increasingly fraught. Her steps were now more like pained shuffles, as she struggled to drag her hundreds and hundreds pounds of heaving and swaying fat. I supported her as best I could, but with each step I worried that we’d both topple over.

I finally managed to get her to bathroom so that she could weigh herself. She hoisted her giant frame up onto the scale.

I stared at her belly now sagging beneath her knees, jumping to and for as she breathed heavily. Her body was now so swollen with blob-like fat that she was almost unrecognizable. I looked down at the scale in disbelief. My jaw dropped.

“What?” she asked eagerly. “What’s the damage. Based on your face it’s impressive.”

“801 pounds. 801 fucking pounds, Megan. You just gained another 80 pounds in five days. 16 pounds a day.”

“Wow!” she gasped. “I can’t believe that I’m still mobile at this weight. I guess my legs are stronger than we thought. I can barely walk or get out of bed now, so if I gain another 30 or 40 pounds, any of my remaining mobility should go completely out the window. Please take me back to the bed. I’m so so hungry from the walk. I need to keep eating.”

We had to stop halfway to the bedroom because she was so tired. I laid her down on the floor to rest for ten minutes. She panted, and said, “shit…. *huff*… I’m getting so fucking fat…”

I tried to pull her back up, but it was nearly impossible. I had to use all of my might as she pushed herself upwards. I pulled so hard that I felt like I would rip my biceps and throw my back out. Something told me that this would be the last time that she would ever get up out of bed under her own strength. The thought made me fully erect as I managed to finally hoist her up.

“We already *huff*… had sex three times this morning… *huff*… and it’s not even 9 AM and your gorgeous penis is still wanting more…” she laughed.

“You are just too damn sexy. I can’t even stand it anymore. It’s not fair. I can barely think or work or do anything but stare at your amazing body.”

We made the arduous journey back to the bed. She collapsed backwards and her head fell onto the pillows. She looked up at me and patted her belly, smiling ear to ear. Neither of us spoke of it, but it was clear that she would probably never walk like that again.

“I am famished, babe. Please hurry and give me something to eat!” her eyes were desperate.

I handed her a carton of heavy cream and she chugged it down, asking for another. This process repeated for what felt like an eternity, the empty pile of cartons next to the bed piling higher and higher.

“Ugh…” she said, seemingly annoyed.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“All this liquid is making me need to pee, but it was such a chore to make it to the bathroom last time. I feel like we barely made it back,”

“It’s ok, Megan,” I said. “We need to get used to using the bedpan anyways.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, her eyes vulnerable. “Because I could probably make it to the bathroom if I really need to…”

“Trust me, wifey. I would much rather this than try to haul your *** up off the ground again and throw my back out.”

She laughed.

I put the belly harness under her stomach and hoisted it upward. She pushed herself up enough to allow me to squeeze the bedpan under her. She relieved herself while I stared lovingly at her, my eyes letting her know that it was ok.

She resumed chugging heavy cream before I could even lower her belly out of the harness. By the time I cleaned up and returned, the pile of empty cartons had grown taller.

…

I had seen her stuff herself to insane levels before, eating so much that it would shock and disgust and alarm most people. I had seen her binge eat for weeks straight. I had seen her drink huge quantities of nothing but pure fat for day after day. I had seen her eat enough in one sitting that it could feed a whole extended family for Christmas dinner. So I knew that my wife could eat a lot. More than a lot. But never had I seen anything like her last binge that put her over the edge into immobility.

She just kept drinking heavy cream at breakneck pace. Her eyes glazed over. She hiccuped and burped without stopping. The cries of protest from her belly grew louder with gurgling and churning noises. The skin on her belly looked stretched taut, like that of a pregnant woman carrying quintuplets.

I accidentally drifted off around 1 AM. When I woke up, the pile of empty cartons was much much taller.

The clock read 7 AM.

“Have you slept at all, Megan?” I asked.

“No… *burp*…. I need to keep stuffing…. *burp*… So full… *burp*…. but no full enough…”

She chugged down another carton and threw it onto the pile. Her eyes were mostly closed like she was in a trance. Remnants of cream were smeared all over her chin and belly.

I snuggled up next to her. She was so full that her stomach was red and hot to the touch. After almost two weeks of stuffing and not showering, her smell had grown even stronger. She smelled like yeasty baking bread, and of sweat, and syrup, and sex. Her smell drove me wild with desire.

I put my hand under giant stomach, trying to reach her pussy.

“I love you so much, but not now, Matt. I really need to keep stuffing. I can’t slow down, not even for sex.”

“Do you mind if I ‘take care of myself’ while I watch you stuff?” I asked.

“Be my guest,” she chuckled.

I clasped my hand over my dick in rhythmic motions, watching her mouth gulp the liquid down, watching her giant belly spill out over her lap, over her knees, seeming to grow bigger with every passing minute.

After I climaxed, I took a shower and cleaned up. I returned to the bedroom and the pile of cartons had grown even taller.

By midday I was worried. Her stomach made alarming noises, and her head was starting to droop downwards between gulps of cream. Her face was white like she was trying to not throw up. Her belly was even redder now.

“Maybe you should take a break, babe,” I said.

“Not a chance… Need to keep stuffing… Not quite full enough…”

By the evening she could barely hold her head up.

“I feel so full, like my stomach is going to literally rip open,” she cried in pain.

“Well, that is an actual possibility with how much you’ve eaten,” I said, worried. “Megan, please stop.”

She looked at me defiantly and drank down three more containers, tossing them on the pile.

“Ughhh… I don’t know if I can do it… but I need to try,” she said, putting one last carton to her lips and taking slow painful sips until it was gone.

“*Burrrrrrrrppppppppppp*…. Ok…. It’s official. I’ve never been… *hiccup*… this full before in my whole life. Not even close. I can barely even see straight. The world is spinning. Every inch of my insides is in tremendous pain. But I still feel amazing. Feeling this full feels amazing. Worth the pain. Worth the struggle.”

She turned her head to the side and put her hands over mouth.

“I need to keep all of these precious calories down,” she said.

She looked absurd, her naked belly stretched out and angry red, laying next to a giant pile of heavy cream containers. She must have consumed hundreds of thousands of calories. She challenged everything I knew about the capacity of the human digestive system. I was sure that she must have broken world records.

“It’s time to check,” she said.

We helped shimmy her to edge of the bed. She sat up and I tried pulling her upwards by her arms. It was no use. She would’t budge. Her giant belly now spilled off her lap and over knees, quivering and jiggling with each of my pulls. But she was firmly glued to the bed.

“Pull harder!” she said.

“Trust me, I’m pulling as hard as I possibly can. There’s no way that we can get you up without the levers and pulleys.”

She laid back and sighed in relief.

“I did it… I really did it! I feel so relieved… Now there’s nothing left to do but settle in and lay in bed and eat real food again.”

“I have one last surprise,” I said.

I showed her an app on my phone with a number reading “843.”

“Is that what I think it is?” she asked.

“Yeah, we had a special scale installed under the bed that’s calibrated to keep track of your weight.”

“So I gained… 40 pounds… in two days!?”

“Apparently you did. You were like a machine.”

She let out a long belch. “Oh god, the fullness is really catching up to me. It hurts so badly.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “Tomorrow you can go back to real food and slow down a bit.”

“Being this full hurts, but it also feels amazing. I guess you’re right, though, I should probably switch back to solid food. Gaining 20 pounds a day won’t be sustainable indefinitely. But now that I’m immobile, I don’t plan on limiting myself ever again, ok? I get to eat whatever I want and stuff myself as full as I want. Ok? Promise?”

“I promise,” I said.

The doorbell rang.

“Who could that be?” I asked.

“Shit, what time is it!?” she asked. “I invited Megan and Leanna over to celebrate me reaching immobility, which I correctly predicted that I would achieve today. But they aren’t supposed to come over until 9 PM.”

“It is 9 PM, Megan!”

“Shit, I lost track of time. I thought we’d have time to clean up before they got here.”

I scrambled to find trash-bags in the kitchen, but Leanna and Sophie saw me through the window. I had no choice but to let them in.

“Wow,” Leanna said as she came inside. “What a nice place!”

I noticed both of their eyes taking in the food trash and mess scattered everywhere.

“Sorry, we haven’t had a chance to tidy up after moving in,” I said half-heartedly.

We walked to the bedroom. When she entered the room, Sophie scrunched up her nose and had to take a step backwards, like Megan’s stench of sweat and stuffing overwhelmed her.

I tried to drape a blanket over Megan’s naked body, but it could barely cover her. It slipped off onto the floor. Leanna and Sophie stared at Megan aghast, their jaws wide open. Leanna had to cover her mouth in shock.

Megan was splayed out on the bed naked, covered in sticky cream, unshowered, her hair disheveled, her stomach stuffed so full of hundreds of thousands of calories of heavy cream that she could barely move. Sophie’s eyes wandered to the giant pile of heavy cream containers. Megan was 200 pounds fatter than the last time they had her seen her just over two weeks ago. Her naked body clearly displayed every bit of her new fat — her giant belly spilling out over her lap and knees, stretched outwards around her; her naked tits sagging heavily over the sides of her belly; her face so puffy with fat that she barely resembled herself.

“Hi guys…” Megan said sheepishly.