Chapter 5

Four years has passed since the amazing miracle that made my now wife, the fattest woman I have ever seen, occurred. My phone had become a tool that I could use to make my then girlfriend immobile, hungry, extremely horny and happy. Word had certainly gotten out that our little town was now the home for the heaviest woman in the country. And with that, comes some of the negatives to feeding a mountainous woman day in and day out. The town folk where we live had mixed opinions of the situation, especially as we could not disclose how it happened. The town folk were under the impression that Jayne had let her self go, or that I was an abusive captor. So of course, we had some back lash to handle, but nothing we couldn’t work through. Jayne’s family were mostly accepting. We shed a bit more light on the situation and how it all came about with them, except we maybe told them that Jayne destroyed the phone when she tried to… (This never happened, her arms and fingers were too fat for her to actually be able to snap the device) And honestly, I’m surprised they still believe that as we have used it since, and Jayne has definitely not gotten as big as she is now from her sheer eating power. We never went in to detail about pleasures or toilet time and told them specifically that we want that information to be for us and us ONLY. As long as their Jayne was safe and ’healthy’, they were ok with it. My family were not happy about it at all, but we never had much to do with them anyhow.

We were married before Jayne weighed over 510kgs so we could at least get her covered up. This was less than six months after her first day of being BIG. Yes, she gained nearly 60kgs in six months. She was not messing around with her eating, and I was pushing her like a crazy feeder. Three and a half years on from the wedding and she is the FATTEST WOMAN ON THE PLANNET coming in at 996.7kgs. I didn’t want her to continue gaining at a crazy rate and have her be too fat to please. After our wedding, she took off like she had something to prove. Making every effort to eat whenever she was awake and being shitty when she wasn’t full. She cried to me about not being enough for me and how much bigger she NEEDED to be to feel like she deserves me, which made me worried. Countless times I’ve spent nights wiping her tears and telling her that she is MORE than enough for me. She also had growing concerns that she was going to be TOO BIG and that I would begin sleeping around on her behind her back.

It was tough for both of us in the first few years of her colossal size, I truly believe that is behind us now though. I would say I have eyes for only her, but we have had PLENTY of ‘sexual gatherings' since she has been a ‘whale’. At her request too, not of mine. Her demands have been erratic in terms of her sexual fantasies. She likes to be humiliated sometimes, idolized at others and treader like a delicate flower in between. Once, she instructed me to cum inside this girl I had picked up from a ‘Feeders & Feedees’ page on facebook. She wanted me to go out, meet this woman (Who was a female feeder of females), bring her home, INTRODUCE her and Jayne, let her feed Jayne while I wasn’t in the room, have sex with this feeder girl in front of Jayne for her to see and then fill her up. Jayne shouted this over and over as I was about to cum.

Another instance (more than a few instances have been of this same scenario) was where we had organised a ‘Meet & Greet’ with Jayne, who now (not to anyone’s surprise) had a MASSIVE following in the feedee and feeder world. All men and women were interviewed by my obese Queen and myself, six of them to be exact. They all paid over $50,000 each for one night with her and the five other admirers. $300,000k to be fed, fucked and played with, Jayne was in all ways in. I came up with the concept because I wanted her to feel like the goddess she is. She took load after load after load, all over her body. For one particular ‘gathering’, we had instructed the six men to all bring them self to the point of cumming without doing it. To synchronize them, ready for her to swallow them all, one after the other. And that’s exactly what my wife did, she handled all six men while sitting on her 830kg arse. One of the female admirers went to the extent of climbing up to Jayne’s face and nearly suffocating her with her cunt while she squirted over Jayne’s eager and helpless face. Jayne immediately errupted, damn near sucking her pleasure giver dry as she had no other way to express her pleasure

Speaking of her arse, at 925kgs, we sold the highest profit yielding video EVER of Jayne taking a shit. She has it under control far better than she did four years ago, but it still isn’t easy for her… And quite a lot of people love that. We had it set up so there was 5 cameras. 1, on her arsehole. 2, on her big, red, swollen and sweaty face. 3, on her left side, whole body shot. 4, on her right side, whole body shot and 5, from her front. It was a sight to behold. We knew it was coming and deliberately loaded her up with things that would make it harder for her, and like the sick and twisted woman my wife has become, she wanted it that way. I fucked her three times leading up to the video because she was so scared and turned on by how much of helpless shit factory she is. She struggled and pushed, beads of sweat poured off of her huge, tight, shiny red face. She would suck down more fattening food from the tube while huffing and puffing. Spitting it out to help between cries. I watched my mountainous wife give herself an orgasm from how turned on she had gotten by having to push so hard with struggle. When she finally did off load her waste, she cried with joy and demanded the tube to be fed to her eager maw while a waiting crew of nurses tended to her needy arsehole. Taking every chance to medically analyse her undercarriage while she was airborne.

And I say ‘we’, because Jayne now has a roster of crews to meet her needs. On every crew, there is two chefs, 3 nurses, a doctor, a personal assistant and a social media/forum consultant. That’s 5 crews of 8 people working 5 on 4 off 4 on 5 off. 40 members of staff just for Jayne, that’s not including the house keeper, groundskeepers or security. Keeping Jayne happy costs A LOT of money. Nearly $4.5 Million in payroll per year. She knew very quickly that if she wanted more care than I can offer, she needs to flaunt her body and treat it like a pay check. And she did. Last year, Jayne made $22.3 Million ($6.5 Million up from the year before) by selling videos, pictures, experiences and samples of things she uses in her day to day life.

At 30 years of age, she has no need to work (and neither do I now), a one off experience to be the laziest woman on the planet and she gets what she wants, Jayne always gets what she wants. And secretly, I did too. We have shared talks of having children, even though we both believe it would be extremely difficult to raise a child with out a obscured view of right and wrong. But I wanted her to be over 1000kgs when I impregnate her. I wanted to see her really struggle through it… As horrible as that sounds. She couldn’t wait, she had been begging me to impregnate her since the first day she realised her hobby in life was food and sex. “ Why don’t you *huff* turn me in to your *huff* big baby factory sweetheart. *huff* I can handle it *puff* I want to bare your seed!*snort*”. Jayne always talks slowly now, and I always check in with her to make sure her lungs don’t hurt. She tells me the same thing every time, “ Honey *pant* I weigh more than *huff* my first car now. *Puff* It’s all taking longer to do *huff* breathing, shitting, pissing *big breath in* the only thing that is quicker *huff* is cumming! *sigh* I’m not hurting *huff* and I’m not going to stop *snort* ever getting fatter!!! *HUFF!* And I know you worry, but... ”, Jayne trailed off. Without breaking our eye lock and while listening to her talk through laboured breaths. I sneakily activated the pleasure inducer under Jayne’s bed. I hear it beep and she does too, she shudders. I can tell the moment it starts gently working to separate her soft, heavy, flabby underbelly from her bulging and surprisingly tight fupa and begin it’s quest for her crowded and always eager pussy. Her facial expression rapidly began to change as she started to break a sweat in her perfectly climate controlled room. The sensors in the bed under Jayne had detected excess heat and had begun to modify the climate control in our room to help cool Jayne as she started to become euphoric. Her sausage fingers trying to claw at her flesh as best as she could, hardly even managing to clench her fingers in. I could hear the slopping of her wet womanhood under her as the reciprocating dildo entered her pussy and gently started penetrating her under my control. The room grew colder for Jayne as she got hotter. Her nipples the size of small fists grew harder and longer at the base of her immesurable tits, resting to the sides of her massive protruding belly. Just to add to the mood, I quietly lubed my first while Jayne was destructed with her pleasure and begun fisting her cavernous belly button. This sent waves and waves of tight, fat stomach flesh jiggling all over her. The pleasure inducer was on auto and started to increase its depth and double it’s speed. I heard the cleaning and cleansing feature activate under her, she was producing way too much juice for the pleasure inducer to work with. I climber back off of Jayne and lifted her up on her bed while she was being pleased. Jayne was leaking, bad. Ever since Jayne had put on all of this weight, she was producing more and more lubrication. The fatter she gets, the more she makes. I disable the cleaning function and view all of her glory. Her crambed woman hood being thrusted into by a pleasure machine was something I could cum over for sure. I reached out and touched her bare, tight, stretched fupa and made my way down to her puffy lips. Almost as thick as my arm, being pushed aside repeatedly by the pleasure machine. I pushed on them a bit and found they were firm. “You’re fat pussy never ceases to amaze me Jayne, must feel super sensitive being so tight and fat!” I shout while inspecting her. “ooh baby, I’m gonna blow! *Huff*” she screams above me as her undercarriage starts to wobble and shudder. I use two hands and being stroking her thick pussy lips, mesmerized bed her shaking girth. She releases and squirts immediately, covering me, the floor and the devices under her bed in her orgasm juice and piss. The pleasure machine retracts gently and the cleaning machine comes in to clean her automatically. I stop the machine as it’s about to reach her and turn it off temporarily. I retract all of the devices under her electronically and get close to her big pussy. “Are you *Huff* okay down there, Chris?” Jayne asks. I respond by burying my face In her big, wet, sloppy pussy. Her fupa softly touching the back of my head as it is no longer being supported by any of her electronical aids. She immediately yelps with pleasure. I pull my hard cock from my pants and begin a video stream for my wife to appear on her overhead projection screen. She begins to shudder and attempts to grind on my face, which doesn’t do much. It wasn’t long before I was ready to blow, and I did. Jayne did again too, this time covering my face completely with her juice. I leave her pussy gently by slowly pulling my soaked face from BETWEEN her pussy lips. I’m met with a slap of her lips chapping back together before I even open my eyes. I hunt for a towel and clean all of her fluids from my eyes as I reingage her cleaning devices and begin lowering the bed. She whimpers and coos as the machines get to work cleaning her obese and sensitive womanhood. She sees me and immediately looks ashamed, although I’m smiling. I clean my face off a bit more and then attempt to lift her left it off the bed, finding it’s big, soft and hard to contain mass wants to go any where but up. I eventually get her nipples up to my mouth while struggling to hold it there and try fitting it in to my mouth for a big suck. I get most of it in and suck as hard and as fast a can. Her fat sausage fingers meet the back of my head with a thump and a fair amount of pressure that Jayne probably doesn’t mean to apply. I continue until I’m nearly choking by know. She struggled to lift her big hand and arm away as she shudders and shortly after, CUMS AGAIN! Figuring she must now be extremely dehydrated from loosing the litres of fluid from her body , I climb off of Jayne and immediately double the water concentration in her mix. ‘i love you Chris’, Jayne says before quickly drifting off to sleep with her huge hands resting on her gargantuan gut.

And where was the device that started this all? My Samsung Galaxy S8. Locked in a safe with the code being entrusted to the head of security, the head doctor, myself and Jayne. Head of security could easily upgrade security around Jayne if needed with the typing of a few sentences into the phone. The head doctor could get Jayne out of a physical bind that I hadn’t thought of with it and Jayne and I could do what we wanted to with it.

A few more months had passed and I had consulted the doctors on rotation, and while none of them can legally recommend I deliberately attempt to impregnate a woman of her size due to the factors of her health, the baby’s health and the ah… Lack of access to her womanhood in case of emergency. They informed me they would not walk out on us for doing so though. Wednesday I had been in the meeting with the doctors, and when I came back I was shocked. The phone was in her hand, yet the head of security was not in that day and I had just been in a meeting with the head doctor and nurses. Jayne had breached the security rules THAT SHE WROTE to have her way. I asked her, “How did that phone end up in your hands, if your near 1000kg arse is pinned to this bed where it belongs and all of the staff with the code are either next to me or not here today!?”. She was shocked to see me standing there with most of the medical team who were also in shock. “ I… I… *huff* I wasn’t expecting you back *Pant* so soon Chris!”. I had been gone for nearly 4 and a half hours creating a full pregnancy and birth plan. “So soon?! So soon Jayne?! I’ve been gone for nearly 5 hours! How did you get it?!”. I could hear whimpering coming from behind Jayne, so I walked around the bed and found one of the nurses behind Jayne hiding. I signalled for the rest of the medical crew to leave and shut the door on the way out. I placed my hand on Jayne’s blubbery thigh, squeezing it a bit and placed the other in a fist on my hip looking at both of them. “What is going on here girls? Angela, you’re not meant to have the code for that safe and Jayne, you know that. It’s one of your own rules”. Jayne’s response was not something I was ready for, “ Chris,*huff* I want to have a baby. *pant* I want to start having lots of babies. *snort* You know this. So I had *puff* Angela help me by getting the phone *huff* from the safe and helping me type *puff* a few things… I really *huff* hope you like it… Because *Pant* it’s what I want.”. Her slippery digits held the phone while she slowly returned it to Angela to give to me. Except, when the phone left Jayne’s hand, something happened. Her fat thumb brushed the ‘Save’ button. Angela exclaimed in shock as she looked down and saw the saved icon appear. Jayne tried to look down towards Angela to see what happened when she felt something stir inside of her, as did I. My balls started to ache, my feelings towards Jayne immediately became more primal. Fierce and aggressive, pent up and ready to rage. Jayne placed her big cute digits on top of her gargling belly, or at least the small bit she could reach. She started crying and trying to reach for me, while also attempting to thrust her fat fupa and arse into the bed. Was my 1000kg Queen really trying to move her hips under all of her mass?

Angela stood back while my grip on Jayne tightened. I looked through squinting eyes at Angela who was still awe-eyed at what had been displayed on the phone screen. I put my other hand out towards Angela and requested the phone. I read what Angela had written for Jayne (Jayne’s days of phone typing were long gone due to the face her fingers are grossly big, she hasn’t been able to clench a fist in 3 years) before Jayne slipped and hit the save button. It read as follows; ‘Jayne was eagerly waiting to become a human baby factory, a mother to many. When Chris fed her the next lot of seed he had for her, it was met by an abundance of eggs. Something about being fat had meant that her body was releasing excessive amounts of eggs. (her period had been extremely strong since she became FAT any way for some reason.) Jayne became pregnant damn near instantly and with far more than one baby. She would now be pregnant with 12 babies… And her body had to work to keep up. Her appetite increased by 6 times. Her feeding machine was upgraded to keep up and as were the waste facilities. Her bed stretched out further and wider to accommodate her new found girth. She would begin to grow at an expediential rate, loosing all mobility of her limbs by the third trimester. The only thing she could move was her jaw, her tongue and her eyes. Even her fingers would be come dangling sausages from immobile masses of Jayne. She would weigh 2000kgs after the first pregnancy. And Birth… oh birth was gruelling. Jayne will have to push, with all her might, trapped under all of her flab while a team works tirelessly to deliver her offspring while she does absolutely FUCK ALL other than push. And of course the whole procedure had to be recorded for her viewers, live streamed. Then she will truly be what she wants to be, a COMPLETELY IMMOBILE BABY FACTORY!!!’

I dropped the phone in shock and immediately stared up at her. I demanded Angela leave at once and shut the door. I locked it from my phone and climbed up on top of my 1017kg wife and grabbed both of her cheeks with tears running down them. I began to get choked up as I said, “Baby, are you sure this is what you want? Are you still going to want me to please you at that size and after having given birth to that many children? Are you still going to want to be broadcast the world and have sexual ‘gatherings’ with other people, have you thought this through? I can change it before its too late.” She ironically struggled to lift her heavy arms to my body which was now wrapped around her chins and necks. “ I have wanted this *huff* since the moment we were married,*puff* maybe even earlier. I want *pant* to have your babies Chris. *wheeze* I want to be so fat that I can’t move anything *snort* anymore. I want to be even more full than I have *huff* been. I want to feel what it’s like *puff* to get so fat, so fast. For you, *pant* myself and our family. After the birth and my *Huff* recovery. We can go back to *puff* having our gatherings and videos *pant* like before. No person into *Huff* feederism is going to *snort* turn down a 2000kg milf! *Puff* ” She said as she burst in to a crying laughter.