Chapter 16 - Crash Diet

“This isn’t going to work Dan,” Jessica griped while tucking her heaving belly beneath a pair of skin-tight yoga pants, the large pale dome protruding outward and actively pushing back against the strained fabric.

The consternated man stared quietly as the 331-pounder struggled to put on the purple-colored athletic wear he had recently purchased for her expanded form. Two weeks had already passed since their confrontation in the research center parking lot, and Dan had become increasingly impatient as Jessica continued to pile on even more weight despite his protests.

“It has to or we’re going back and swapping them with something bigger. Clearly your ‘dieting plan’ isn’t working. You need to exercise or you’ll never stop getting fatter.”

Jessica groaned while adjusting the matching elastic sports bra digging into her padded shoulders and ample back fat. She knew Dan was right. Having gained eleven more pounds of flab since promising to eat healthier, it was plainly obvious to both of them that her diet adjustments had done little to slow down the rising tide of adipose tissue encasing her body in a soft prison of lard. Looking at the enormous purple blob in the bedroom mirror, the woman shuddered at the realization that her body’s expanded waistline no longer fit within its reflection.

“Yeah, well maybe if you could just find April then this wouldn’t be necessary,” Jessica complained as she stepped into her athletic shoes. “For all we know, she might love that I’m over three hundred pounds and still growing. Hell, she could be turning my old body into an even fatter blob as we speak. Why should I even bother doing her a favor?”

Dan sighed. “We don’t know that. Your personality became like April’s when you were placed in her body, so for all we know she could have become like the old you.”

For the fifth time in two weeks, Jessica grew visibly upset at the suggestion. “Go ahead and believe that if you want Dan, but I’m not buying it. Here I am, being forced to reverse someone else’s handiwork. Meanwhile April is out there somewhere doing god knows what with my old body. Do you actually think she’s come around on the idea of living a fit lifestyle? Fat chance.”

Shaking his head, Dan could feel the fatigue creeping back as he once again revisited everything that had brought them to this bizarre situation. The search for April had proven more difficult than he could have imagined, and all his efforts had yielded zero leads despite countless hours of sleuthing on the internet. All participants of the research program had voluntarily shut down their social media as a means of avoiding coming into contact with their old selves, making it seemingly impossible for Dan to track Jessica’s old body down without a single lead.

“Look, let’s just start with some stretches so we can avoid any muscle strains like the last time. Something light and easy. Sound good?”

Feeling like a stuffed sausage in her skin-tight athletic wear, Jessica begrudgingly followed the man into his living room, the pear-shaped plumper’s wide hips swaying greatly in a pronounced waddling motion with each step.

“This is such a waste of time,” Jessica lamented while bringing her right arm across her chest, the doughy tube pressing into her H cup breasts hidden just beneath her expansive sports bra. Progressing through her upper body stretches, the woman shuddered at how much of her dexterity had eroded in just six months. The 331-pound woman met instant resistance every way she turned, her body’s padded frame squishing against itself no matter how she contorted her body.

“Ok umm, maybe next you can try some toe touches?”

Yet Dan immediately regretted the suggestion as he felt Jessica’s angry glare fall upon him.

“What fucking toes?” the annoyed woman shot back as she looked down upon the trio of purple blobs protruding below, her bulbous breasts and belly creating a rolling mountainous landscape which concealed her lower half from view entirely. “All I see is this fat belly and sagging tits you helped build but are now apparently too ashamed to appreciate.”

The two exchanged a long and drawn-out stare, each reading the others face for a potential window into the inner workings of their mind. Breaking the tense silence with a defeated sigh, Jessica bent herself forward, the overstuffed meatball grunting in frustration as the tips of her fingers failed to reach her knees, their path blocked by the massive sack of stomach fat pressing firmly against the woman’s upper thighs.

“That’s as far as I’m getting,” Jessica grunted while gripping her yielding hips to pull herself back up. “My gut is too big for that crap.”

“Uhh… fine,” Dan said curtly. Eying the woman’s rotund body, even he couldn’t deny that certain exercises simply weren’t practical for someone so severely out of shape. “I guess sit ups are also probably off the table. Maybe do some light jumping jacks?”

Jessica cocked her head backwards and groaned at the ceiling. Then, with a sudden jerk of her body, the woman threw her arms upwards, her hands smacking above her head. Far below, her enormous thunder thighs parted as her legs stretched outward, her entire body rippling from the jarring motion.

The ground beneath them shook as the woman’s feet landed against the hard flooring, each step sending a shockwave rippling throughout Dan’s home. Startled by the clattering of furniture, silverware, and other household items, Dan tried to get the woman’s attention but his words were drowned out by another loud crash as Jessica’s shoes slammed into the wood floor below. The man watched in amazement as each motion sent a wave of force rippling through the woman’s body, her wobbling flesh coming alive as one jump turned into three and then seven, her heavy steps sending shockwaves throughout the suburban home.

“FUCK… THIS IS… AWFUL,” Jessica yelled between labored breaths as the red-faced woman’s doughy jowls wobbled in constant motion.

Within forty-five seconds, sweat had already begun to permeate across Jessica’s 331-pound frame, and each muscle throughout her lower body ached with fatigue. Dan could already see the woman slowing down, each of her jumps landing with greater force as her motion turned erratic.

“I… CAN’T… NO MORE…”

Nearing the one-minute mark, the woman’s bodily motion slowed to a crawl as she hunched over, placing her hands on her swollen knees for support.

“I CAN’T…” she huffed loudly while wiping a coat of sweat from her forehead. “IT’S TOO MUCH.”

Dan tried his best to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach as he watched the sad display before him. Not even one minute of exercise had pushed Jessica’s body to the brink. If he hadn’t known any better, he would have thought that the 26-year-old woman had just finished a two-mile run. Yet for Dan, Jessica’s lack luster conditioning was even more reason to push harder.

“Maybe we should just go for a walk,” Dan sternly suggested while ignoring the woman’s labored breathing. “Something less intense that we can get though without quite the commotion.”

Jessica groaned as she slowly rose into a standing position, her hands gliding along the fabric concealing her protruding belly paunch. “Fine, but maybe I can have a snack before? I’m getting a little hungry.”

Dan sensed his agitation growing as he watched the woman eying the pantry. “I know you’re not used to it, but you need to be hungry sometimes if you want to lose weight.”

Feeling the rage swelling within, Jessica slammed her fists against the kitchen counter in frustration. “I told you this isn’t going to fucking work Dan!”

“Well you need to at least try, Jessica.”

Jessica sensed the world closing in around her as a confluence of emotion swirled within. Weeks of pent up agitation had finally reached a tipping point as the woman’s heart rate rose rapidly. Feeling increasingly claustrophobic in her skin-tight workout gear, the flustered woman began clawing at her athletic attire.

“No I don’t!” the woman screamed through swelling tears. “I’m perfectly happy with my body as it is! Why the fuck should I try to lose weight? You said it yourself, I’m powerless to stop it. This body is destined for obesity. You’re asking me to do the impossible!”

The 331-pound woman tore away at her sports bra, prying the clothing away and releasing her flabby and shapeless breasts as the pale and fatty sacks flopped against her belly. “You wanted me like this!” she yelled angrily while grabbing each bloated shape in her hands, their yielding forms oozing between her fingers.

Before Dan could interject, Jessica began peeling away her yoga pants, releasing her burgeoning belly as its plush stretch mark-riddled skin rolled overtop the waistband of her pants.

“You wanted all of this! You don’t get to fuck me and feed me and turn me into your personal prized cow and then get a sudden change of heart and act like you’re so much better than me!”

Dan stepped back in caution as the woman stumbled, her entire body swaying back and forth as she pulled her skin-tight yoga pants from her skin. In an impressively fast series of events, the sizable 26-year-old had stripped away all of her workout clothes until all that had remained were her silky black panties, the stretched-out underwear concealed beneath an abundance of folds. Then, with tears streaming down her face, the 331-pounder stumbled forward towards him.

“Jess calm down,” Dan urged as he stepped further from the approaching woman, her heavy bumbling steps crashing into the floor below.

“Don’t tell me to calm down!”

With her new clothes scattered across the floor, Jessica barreled forward, forcefully shoving Dan into the couch as she climbed atop him.

“UGGGHHH”

Dan groaned and the couch beneath screamed out in pain as Jessica threw her body into the furniture, her hefty frame straddling the man and trapping him beneath its immense weight.

“JESS – PLEASE” the man grunted as he freed his arms from beneath the woman’s plush thighs. “Get off!”

Jessica ignored the man’s pleas as she nestled herself upon the man’s lap, her morbidly obese body’s excess flesh oozing out in all directions as its massive shape blocked his lower half from view.

“You said you would find April, so where is she!?”

Dan grunted again as he tried in vain to pull himself into a more comfortable seated position.

“I’m trying to find her Jess- but it’s not easy. All your old social media accounts were deactivated. I’m having to play part-time journalist just to track her down.”

Jessica groaned angrily, her head spinning with contradicting thoughts and emotions. She no longer cared about the experiment or the payout at the end. In her mind, the real prize was the unapologetically gluttonous lifestyle she had discovered along the way. Jessica had been unshackled from the chains of her old life, and the idea of going back to her old ways inspired nothing short of terror.

“Why do we even need April?” the woman lamented as she shifted her position on the couch, tauntingly thrusting her belly into the man’s chest. Pinned beneath the woman’s weight, Dan was forced to listen and watch as Jessica tempted him into seeing things her way.

“You have me baby. I’m a big fucking fatty just like you always wanted. You’ve made me into such a lazy and greedy piggy. Don’t you want to keep feeding and fucking me forever?”

Grabbing the man’s hands, Jessica glided Dan’s fingers across the soft expanse of belly flesh resting upon his chest.

“Why do we even need her,” she continued to tease from the man’s lap. Sensing the continued hesitation in Dan’s eyes, the woman shifted her weight once again, pressing her plush fupa into the man’s crotch. “Forget her Dan, I’m every bit of April plus so much more.”

Before Dan could respond, the plush temptress forced her tongue inside his mouth, their tongues roughly intertwining as the woman gyrated her plush hips into his firm waist. Yet despite her best efforts, Dan remained rigidly still, his mind waging its own battle as the man sat quietly beneath her. Dan knew Jessica was right about one thing. She had become just like April in nearly every conceivable way – all thanks to him. He was just as much to blame for the woman’s descent into unrestrained gluttony as she was, yet unlike her, Dan had no desire to continue down the same path.

“Jess this isn’t right,” Dan urged as he pushed the woman away, forcing Jessica back into an upright position atop his lap. “We can’t force April into a life she may or may not want for herself. I hear what you’re saying but for my conscience, we have to get her consent. It’s the right thing to do.”

Tears began to form along Jessica’s padded moon-shaped face as the feeling of defeat overwhelmed her. “Why am I not good enough for you,” she pouted after a brief moment of silence, her light brown eyes staring blankly into the man’s chest.

“What are you talking about?”

Awkwardly rolling her body off the man, the couch audibly groaning as Jessica shifted her weight into to the adjacent seat.

“You’re in love with her, not me. I can see it clearly now,” Jessica said softly with a palpable tone of melancholy clinging to every word. “I pretended otherwise for the longest time, but I can’t pretend anymore. I’m just a placeholder until April comes back.”

Looking over to the crying woman beside him, Dan felt a growing lump in his throat as a sharp pang of guilt washing over him.

“Jess that’s not true.”

Jessica sat somberly still as she saw her reality in a new light.

“You’ve been fucking and feeding me for months, but in your head… it’s always been her,” she said in a quiet and emotionless tone. “You look upon my body but all you really see is April. I speak using my own words, but you only hear her voice. You fuck my soft body and pound away at my flesh… but all you feel is April’s pussy hugging your cock.”

“Jessica I-”

“What Dan? Are you seriously going to lie to my face and tell me that at some level you haven’t been pretending that I was her the entire time? God I feel like such an idiot.”

“Look Jessica, I promise that I do love you. But when I’m being forced to choose between you or April then well… it’s complicated. Yes, it’s hard for my brain to always recognize you are someone else, especially when I’m staring into April’s brown eyes. I mean, it was easier in the beginning when you acted like someone else, but now you not only look like her, you act and think just like her. The lines have blurring so much that I honestly don’t know how I feel.”

Jessica sat eerily still, her eyes staring blankly into the hardwood floor below. “I don’t know,” she said in a quiet tone just barely louder than a whisper. “Maybe you do love me… or maybe I’m just a temp to hold you over. Or maybe you used me to fatten up your girlfriend’s body while she was away. This is all so fucked up. I should have never signed up for this experiment.”

Sensing an opportunity to deescalate, Dan laid a hand on Jessica’s thigh in a hopefully attempt to comfort the crying plumper.

“Jess I promise that I do care for your, but that doesn’t change the fact that you are not April. All this talk about staying in April’s body… I mean it’s crazy. You said it yourself, the old you would be disgusted by what you’ve become since swapping bodies. Who’s to say you won’t go back to your old body and change your mind? For all we know, your personality could go right back to its old ways and you could be perfectly happy as a fitness instructor living your own life. Think about it Jess. I know this has been a lot, and I can’t imagine going through everything you’ve experienced since starting the experiment, but this isn’t your body or your life - it’s hers, and April deserves the right to have it all back.”

Jessica mulled over Dan’s words before gently brushing his hand away. Standing from the couch, the 331-pound woman closed her eyes and took a deep breath before turning back to the man that had crushed her dreams.

“Yeah well, it felt like my body and my life… until now. Where do we even go from here?”

Dan gazed off into the distance, contemplating the road ahead.

“I think it’s best if we put everything on pause for now, at least until we can sit down and have a candid conversation with April about what’s happened and what you would like to propose.”

“Sure,” Jessica whispered softly while heading towards the pile of comfortable clothes she had worn over to Dan’s house. The two remained silent as the woman made herself presentable for the outside world, each eagerly awaiting her departure from the man’s home.

“Oh and Jess… please don’t do anything drastic. I’m asking from my heart. I will find April very soon, and then we can figure out next steps. Until then, well, can you take it easy?”

Jessica was silent as she slipped her feet into her shoes before heading towards the door. Wiping a tear from her plump cheek, the 331-pound woman exited the man’s home without another word.