chapter 25

Tearing open the door to the fridge, he pulled a few jugs out, twisting off the caps and dumping gallons into each tank, pre-mixed with all the necessary supplements and powders he needed to keep them growing fatter and fatter. To his left sat a landfill-sized pile of empty plastic jugs. Six more joined them, clanking against the pile and floor with hollow thuds.


DING!


DING!

DING!


Vicky’s call bell. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and soldiered on.


Without the bed to weigh her on, Sergei had to use the lift system to get her standing and use an industrial sized scale with a one-ton capacity to truly gauge her size. Upon her last weigh-in she had reached 1,525 pounds. Sergei estimated that she now carried 900 of them in their lower half.


Billowing outward on the sofa beneath her, her ass was on pace to outgrow even the sofa, but that was what Sergei called a good problem to have. While the other two had bellies that seeped over their knees, over their laps, Vicky’s legs and thighs had grown so fat that they actually accommodated her belly quite well. Her legs touched all the way down to her feet, constantly swelling against each other as she sat on the sofa, junk food wrappers surrounding her.


“Yes, my love? What can I do for you?”


“I was hoping maybe you could help me freshen up and play with me?”


Sergei smiled and started the lift. He laughed to himself as he got her the tube, God forbid she went without food for even a minute. As she gulped it all down, he drank her in from the back. His eyes darted from her ass to the set of double doors that led to her room. Part of him wished she could still walk, just so he could see her get wedged between the giant doorway.


There was still much to do for the day, and so he worked quickly, scrubbing and rubbing and lathering her up. As he worked his way down her rolls and folds, though, her ass was enticing him. Each cheek was the size of a beanbag chair, and had retained a relative roundness, thanks to her new sleeping arrangements.


“Vicky, Vicky, Vicky! This is the biggest, fattest, ass I have ever seen! I do believe it may even be the biggest one in history!”


Vicky giggled. “Oh yeah?”


“Oh, yes!”


Sergei teased her by fingering her a bit as she washed her down, rinsing her off and running a warm towel over her expansive body. As she was lowered back down to the sofa she grabbed his dick, smiling mischievously.


“Oh, Vicky, I am sorry. We cannot play now. I will grab you whatever food you need right now, but I must go to Kendra’s room. It is time for her daily washing.”


Vicky sighed and bit her lower lip. “OK… How about some ice cream?”


“Of course, my love!” He said before stepping out to retrieve her food.


Having been his guinea pig from the very beginning, Kendra had reached heights even Sergei didn’t think possible. The lightest of the three, weighing just over 1,500 pounds, she had nonetheless remained the most physically unique. Her arms were so swaddled with fat she could no longer feed herself. Sergei found himself ticking up her oxygen click by click, day by day, pound by pound. It was a miracle she could still open her eyes, her forehead, cheeks, and the thick, inner-tube sized chins all encroached further and further onto her face. She was permanently tube fed.


Her arms resembled tube-sleeves of fat more than actual limbs. They had inflated to such a degree that Sergei doubted there had ever been a human being like her. There was nowhere to put more fat, and so the blubber encasing her forearms began to devour her hands, rolling over them, leaving only her over-inflated fingers poking out. Their circumference rivaled that of some of the strongest trees outside the bunker. The biceps they ran to were each the size of a sack of potatoes, but even heavier. Her face was an isolated, tiny island in a sea of invasive adipose. She was incapable of turning her head, of even nodding yes or no, she could barely speak. When she did, she was never one to mince words. “More”, “hungry”, and “dick” were her favorites.


And then there was her main asset, Sergei’s prides and joy… Her breasts. Weighing an unbelievable 270 pounds each, they were each six feet wide, the brown areolas each the size of a hubcap. Her body was that of an obscenely obese 900-pound woman, but her chest overshadowed even her belly, so big that they themselves filled out the bed that had one been spacious for her. Sergei’s internet access was limited simply because of the risks it posed to revealing his location, but he’d devoted his every second on the web to researching medical oddities, particularly cases of extreme obesity.


It seemed he had achieved his goals. Kendra had the largest human breasts ever recorded. Vicky’s hips were wider than the world record holder, and then some. He’d often wonder how he would share his discoveries and research with the world. Perhaps on his death bed, he’d leave behind a hard drive, a flash disk, full of videos, photos, etc.


“It is time for your bath, Kendra…”


Kendra’s eyes strained to widen as Sergei towered over her. The thick rolls that had replaced her chin wiggled and wormed with each swallow as her oxygen tank hissed in the background. He chuckled as he watched her suckle on the tube, what little he could see of her eyes cloudy and blank in expression.


“My, my, my! Kendra! I remember when you first arrived here… You were so feisty! Now, you are like giant, overfed, cow! A big, fat, cow that needs milking and feeding constantly!”


She just blinked.


“Very well… Here we go…”


His technique for washing Kendra was quite similar to the one he used for Vicky. He used the lift to hoist her breasts and belly out of the way, and suspend her to a standing position. Upright, her head was cocked almost backwards, the fat beneath her jaw pushing her face backwards, causing the tube to slip from her mouth for a moment.


“Ser… Ser… Gei…” She huffed, her tone a sickeningly exasperated gasp.


“Here you are, my love. We’ll be done in just a moment.”


He put the tube back in her mouth and upped her oxygen a bit before taking the scrub brush to her. He lifted up her arm, marveling at how heavy it felt before letting it fall limply to her side. He smacked and jiggled her breasts, which didn’t even move unless he truly pushed them, sacks of useless blubber anchored to her chest.


“See, Kendra? What did I tell you would happen if you behaved?”


Her eyes began to shut as he lowered her back into bed.


Entry 0…


As a child, I often wondered what my purpose in this world would be. I realized early on I was not like everyone else. My intellect, as well as my perversions, were far beyond those of the people around me. I understand that what you might find here will be unnerving. Disturbing. Awful, terrible!


I am not detached enough to not understand the wickedness of my ways. But I am career criminal. I have taken life before. I have often wondered if I am missing a piece inside of me. A piece that prevents the typical person from going to the lengths I have gone to to get what I desire. Perhaps that is not the case, perhaps I was born with something extra. I suppose it is the age-old question of nature vs. nurture.


But enough philosophical bullshit, yeah? What you will find here will likely revolt you. But I do not doubt that to someone it will be fascinating. Others, even, titillating! It is my intention through these diaries, and the accompanying video/photo evidence, that I have made some sort of contribution to science. Academia.


You certainly could say this was all a result of my twisted predilections, and you would be right on most counts. But I do not think that even the most biased of experts could argue that what I have done here is extraordinary. I do not intend on being apprehended before my work is done. When will it be done? Well, that is up to basic biology. I can only intervene so much. The human body can only take so much. I will continue to update this diary until my work is done. By my own hand, or the hand of God.


My name is Sergei, and this is my story.