Chapter 57

She stopped her heavy cream diet and was happy to be back to stuffing tasty gluttonous treats. She made up for lost time with her love affair with greasy take out, ordering giant sacks of burgers and fries, fried chicken and biscuits, chinese and thai food.

Her immobility made our lives so simple, so peaceful, so calm, so joyous.

We’d lay in bed together most days, having movie marathons or playing video games while she stuffed her face. It felt like the beginning of our relationship again; we told jokes and laughed all day; we had deep conversations late into the night. I was falling deeper in love with her all over again. After big meals, I rewarded her by nuzzling my head under her harness suspended belly. I licked her clit to give her as much pleasure as she could stand. She was insatiable for food and sex.

I had so much fun that I almost didn’t notice how much she was eating. Despite not being on her heavy cream diet, she still stuffed her face with jaw-dropping, insane, unreasonable, and downright disgusting amounts of food. We’d start a movie and, by the time it was over, all the burgers and pizzas and chinese food that I had piled on the bed would be gone. She’d then ask for dessert and stuff her face with ice cream and cake and cookies while she watched me play video games. She’d eat and she’d eat, almost all day without pause until bedtime. She’d then lay back and caress her stomach, cooing about how amazing it felt to be stuffed, and exclaiming that she couldn’t wait to wake up the next morning so that she could stuff herself all over again.

She reached 1,000 pounds by the end of the next month of June.

…

I asked occasionally if she wanted me to hoist her up and bathe her, but she always responded that it seemed like a hassle. After weeks of naked stuffing without bathing, however, her stench was now bordering on too intense.

In the throes of love-making passion, her sweaty slovenly odor just turned me on more. Her musk was just another sexy marker of what a giant fat slob she was becoming. In the moments after I came, however, and some semblance of clarity hit my mind, I realized that her smell — while endearing — was now a bit much. The sticky layers of sweat and grease and sex juices wafted off of her.

“Babe,” I said. “I don’t mean to offend you, but can we please bathe you?”

“What’s wrong, Matthew?” she asked, chuckling. “Is mama smelling too ripe for you?”

“Well… it’s been weeks since your last bath or shower.”

“Fine,” she said, pouting and cramming the last bit of cake into mouth. “But this does seem like a giant hassle. We could be using this time for me to eat, or for you to lick my pussy like you are so fond of doing now, or anything other than bathing me. But, fine, if you insist.”

She lifted up her arm, her upper arm fat jiggling everywhere, and sniffed her armpit.

“Ok, yeah…” she laughed. “It’s a little worse than I thought. You should probably give me a bath.”

I had to use an intricate system of harnesses, levers and pulleys to hoist her up next to the bed. I strapped one harness around her upper body and under arms. I strapped a separate harness under her giant belly. Finally, I secured the largest harness under her butt.

With the three harnesses in place, I pulled on the safety ropes and gradually hoisted her thousand pounds of fat into a semi-upright position next the bed. Her blubberous layers of fat seeped down everywhere, fighting gravity and the tightness of the harnesses. She looked so gigantically fat, as the trunk of her massive belly rested against a harness and its outer layers of blubber rolled over the edge and seeped down towards the floor.

I rubbed soap and water all over her body, feeling her fat shake and quiver. I sunk my hands into her folds, trying to reach every crevice. I even scrubbed between her giant asscheeks, trying reach between them with soap. It was challenging because their unwieldily mounds of fat crushed them tightly against each other. She giggled as my arm cleaned deeper between her asscheeks. “That tickles,” she said, her giant ass-shelf bouncing my arm every which way as she laughed.

I cleaned my hands then washed her messy hair, the water falling from her face and cascading in streams all over her fat onto the waterproof floor. Her face was so gorgeous that it still managed to shock me in moments like this.

I next delicately rubbed shaving cream on her legs and gently ran a razor over them. She was so fat the even the slightest pressure made the razor sink into her blubber. I moved her top harness down just enough to also soap and shave her armpits.

It was all so intimate and tender. I kissed her as the water ran over both of our faces.

“I want to try one last thing,” I said.

“Ok, I think that I know what you have in mind, but please make it quick, Matt. It’s really uncomfortable being hoisted up like this. These wet harnesses are starting to dig into my skin.”

I pushed her further away from the bed until I could reach her backside. I slid behind her and thrusted my penis through the layers of her ass and thigh fat and into her wet pussy. I thrusted upwards and her entire body moved in huge waves, the harnesses swaying back and forth. All of her thousand pounds of fat bounced majestically suspended in the air, her belly banging against the middle harness and jiggling up and down. I came quickly like she asked.

I then dried her, hoisted her back down to the bed, and removed the harnesses.

“I guess it does feel good to get clean, as long as you fuck me in the process,” she winked. “But now I’m so HUNGRY. I really worked up an appetite.”

I handed her her fifth cake of the day. She ate ravenously.

…

By the end of July she was 1,120 pounds.