Chapter 35 - Epilogue, Part 2 (Brianna Gives In)

Chapter 109

Brianna stood at the door in a state of shocked surprise. Not only had she been recognized by a delivery person for the first time ever, but that comment he’d made… could he tell that she’d ordered this mountain of cupcakes just to snack on by herself?

Brianna’s train of thought was interrupted by the quivering of her legs. She gripped the handle by the door tightly as she swung around and carried the box of cupcakes back to the new couch. Around the time she hit 360 pounds, about 2 months ago, she and Alex heard a snap one day and knew it was time for the old couch to retire.

Since that fateful day back in Texas, 7 months ago, Brianna had gained 56 pounds, now totaling 376. She had kept up her walking for a while, but ultimately, her stamina and mobility had cratered with all this extra weight - hence the new handle by the door and another by the toilet.

But Brianna didn’t much care; she was a lady with a mission. For the first time in her years-long weight journey, she had a goal weight, and she intended to hit it. And what’s more - she was doing it for herself (even if Alex loved it).

When she’d told Alex she wanted to hit 415 pounds, he’d embraced the goal wholeheartedly. He even got his job changed to 4 days at home in order to help her out. They were even (finally) talking about to a place that was a little more accessible to her, starting with an elevator.

But for now cupcakes awaited. As Brianna planted her massive rear-end onto the new couch, she went about taking off her clothes. Shifting her bulk to get her shorts out from beneath her, Brianna was glad to be naked once again - clothes, in her recent opinion, were tight and much too confining. Besides, she knew things were about to get messy.

She placed the 50 cupcakes atop her couch fridge, then grabbed her vibrator. Her plan was to make the next couple hours a feast of the senses. And so it was. She came after her 6th cupcake and again after her 10th, her right hand feeding herself while her left fingered her belly button. After a while, everything took a backseat to her gluttony. The pleasurable sensations were one thing, but completely zoning out, eating dozens of cupcakes, while watching reality TV on Netflix; next level.

After 3 hours of this, Alex arrived home to find his wife in quite the state. Her belly totally distended, her eyes glazed, and frosting and crumbs everywhere, especially (somehow) in her arm and side rolls. “Are you alright?”, he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine”, came Brianna’s reply, dazedly, “in fact, it’s possible I might actually be hungry”. Then, she belched. Brianna had, without a doubt, set an all-time Marla’s solo record.

Chapter 110

Four and a half months passed from the day Brianna fondly remembered as “Cupcake Fest”. And since then, her eating hadn’t slowed down one bit. She was a woman possessed, and she had a goal - one that she was very close to achieving.

She hadn’t bothered with the scale in months, but it was clear she was growing, fast. Since Cupcake fest, Brianna’s size had truly exploded. Since beginning to gain intentionally, almost exactly a year ago, it was as if someone had morphed her features, making them larger with every gluttonous bite.

And boy did she take a lot of bites. Her appetite had grown in pace with her size. She was eating about 7 meals a day, with snacks in between. Her fridge chair was getting more action these days than the bed, she spent so much time chowing down there, letting the cool air wash over her fleshy, sweaty form.

At the moment, Brianna was parked in her favorite couch position doing, what else, but stuffing her face. The surfaces within arms length of her were surrounding by boxes, containers, and bags - just from today. Alex did his best to keep up with the clean up, but he still had a job to do. Brianna did as well, if barely. She’d dropped down to part-time recently, her eating and sleeping schedule far trumping her professional one.

Beyond the take-out boxes, Brianna was surrounded by moving ones as well. Not like she was helping pack, but still. Alex had found them a place that was perfect for Brianna’s particular needs - an elevator, wide doorframes, the works. And plus, it was in a better part of town with even an even wider selection of delivery options. The move was to take place the following week, and Brianna insisted she’d hit her goal before then.

At the moment, she was working her vacuum-like way through a bucket of Korean fried chicken and had a whole pie (with ice cream, of course) standing by for dessert. As usual, she was eating with the TV on and the vibrator running. She’d gone through so many darn vibrators over the months that she caved and ordered a bunch at once. But, to Brianna, how could someone eat and NOT cum? Unthinkable.

Within 30 minutes, she’d finished her food - pie and ice cream and all. As she patted her tremendous belly in satisfaction, she felt something click inside her. It was time to check the scale…

Chapter 111

With tremendous difficulty, Brianna stood up from the couch. Over the past couple months, Brianna had began to struggle so much with the simplest of tasks to that point Alex had to install both a handle (more like a post) in the front of the couch, as well as a rope in the ceiling. Their new apartment would have a motorized couch that could help lift her into a standing position - and it would certainly come in very handy.

Standing, Brianna gripped the post until her breathe and body had caught up with her. There was so much of her these days that it took more than just a moment. Then, she walked 5 whole steps, across the living room, where the reinforced scale awaited her arrival.

Her body these days was a cascade of rolls and bulges and blubber. She looked as though she were prepped for the world’s longest winter. Her belly looked somewhere between a liquid and a solid, having lost much of its shape, succumbing to more blob-like dimensions, whilst obscuring much of her fupa and thighs.

Her ass, having nowhere left to expand, finally (finally!) grew outwards, to the point it formed a shelf. Her upper arms, long a noticeably large feature, had taken on greater level of vastness, including additional (and deeper) rolls. And finally, her face had taken on a permanently red and greasy complexion. A far cry from the cheekboned, girl-next-door vibes it once gave out.

Stepping one foot, then the other, on the scale, Brianna found herself crossing her fingers. She didn’t know why she wanted such a crazy weight so badly, but she did. And this scale was fancy, showing the real-time results on an app on her phone.

The number zoomed past 390, then 395, and even surpassing 400. But Brianna had assumed this - but, her eyes lit up when it passed 408, then 412, finally landing on 417…

She was so excited she could hardly breathe, stumbling backwards and sending 417 pounds careening to the floor. But Brianna didn’t care - she called out to Alex, who had heard the crash and come running. When she told him the news, they had sex on the floor right there and then.

When they finished, Alex helped Brianna up (with great difficulty) and set her back on the couch. He sat next to her, on what little room was left on the far side, and asked, “So what’s next?”.

To this, Brianna had no answer. She had no idea. There had always been a next. A plan. A trip. A goal. Now she was 417 pounds, enormous, practically immobile, barely able to work, and for the life of her, couldn’t answer this simple question.

She had gained 302 pounds. The 20-year-old girl who traveled to Italy to get away from the hard decisions was long gone. As was the one that worried Alex wouldn’t like her at 150. At reaching 185 and 220, she’d freaked out, doing everything supposedly possible to lose the weight. And yet, it had always been so easy to fall back into a routine of eating, just as she had at her parent’s party last year - just another way of avoiding what was hard.

From here, Brianna could lose some weight, her goal achieved. She could work on her mobility, cut down on the junk, and get her life on track. She might be able to get bariatric surgery, as the doctor had forcefully suggested. Or, she could try to work things out with her mom.

Better still, she and Alex could move somewhere new and exciting. They could even have kids. And yet, Brianna scanned the room, marveling at her morning’s gluttony, the wreckage of fried chicken at 10am. The years of effort and patience and ups-and-downs that led her to this very moment. Then, she had her answer.

“I think I’m going to want more to eat”

THE END