Just a minor notation before this begins. This story was heavily inspired by the short story “Visit” by the Tumblr user feedyouintotheabyss and other short stories by this author. Many sections of this story are directly taken or slightly altered from the original works in the author’s blog. I take no credit for their creation, but do offer my thanks to the author for their inspiration. I have since been given permission by the original author to base my story on their work.
Visit
Part 1
The mini-van creaked to a stop. Glancing in the rear view I caught sight of her. She was just finishing her third bucket of fried chicken and lazily tossing it to the floor with the rest of the waste while feeling around for a box of donuts.
“We’re here” I call, but I’m not sure she noticed, or really seem to care, she was too engrossed in pushing donuts into her beautifully fat face.
Jumping out and dashing around to the passenger side to slid open the rear door side door. A few empty cartons fell onto the road as it opened. Shaking my head in admiration I reached in and began the task of getting my enormous girlfriend out of the car. Taking her free hand as the other plopped the last donut from that box into her mouth I helped her shift in her seat. She giggles as bits of food fall from her enormous front. Thankfully the process was made slightly easier due to the middle row of seats having been removed some time back. But still, at well over 850 lbs, she was incredibly difficult to move no matter what I tried.
See it had been awhile since we had officially weighed her. Which in truth was also a secondary goal to this trip. Despite the public outcry, a Heart Attack Grill location had recently sprung up not too far from where her parents lived. Utilizing the cattle scale they had out front, we were both determined to get a more accurate measure of her blossoming girth, and since we had arrived two days prior to the big event we would only be polite and use this extra day to invite her parents along for the dinner and a show. But I digress.
Now ready to be freed from the vehicle, the real show was about to begin. It was about this time that her parents, along with several of their neighbors, began to peek through the curtains and easily could see that she was crammed into a t-shirt that was far too small do her, as it exposed her enormous double belly and her breasts were smashed together and spilling out of the neck I had cheaply widened with a pair of scissors. The lower drape of her belly hung free and exposed over the waistband of her gauchos. Nothing we could find could contain both her impressive belly and massive rear all at once.
She tried to swing her thick leg out of the car, but even this task was proving too much effort. Her vast body wobbled and shook with each attempt,having to stop and catch her breath after. The entire van quaked to and fro as the shocks cried with each laborious attempt. It seemed that her trusty chariot of hedonism was starting to feel the pressure as it were and with one final heave she was free of it.
With all of the effort put into getting her out, she was ready for a good sit and a snack, but alas we both knew that should she sit back into the van, we’d never get her free today. Behind her eyes she was screaming silently from the pain of popping joints, grinding of pressure thinned cartilage allowing bone to scrape bone. Though despite this her face wore as sweet, albeit exhausted, smile as wide as her fat laden cheeks would allow. Carefully she shifted the weight of her belly forward a bit, knees popping, ankles cracking until finally she was upright and steady on her own. Though the question remained, for how long?
Gravity had already begun it’s incredible pull on her massive form. An ever lasting tug-o-war that day by day, pound by pound, she was losing with less of a fight. At a time when most considered themselves in their prime, in her case the young age of 25, my love now finds herself winded at the mere thought of moving. A rather significant side effect of both her size and how rapidly she had attained it.
Gasping and wheezing now, she struggled to keep an unsteady hand on the van for balance and support as I set up her walker and guided her as we started the long journey up the subtle incline of the driveway.
“Don’t worry Sweetie,” I assured her. “I’m sure your Momma has a cupboard full of treats for you to devour once we get inside.” Patting her sweat drenched back I continued to encourage her with promises of food. It seemed to be the only thing that motivated her anymore. Certainly a fact I was rather alright with.
Looking up I waved to her parents as they had both moved from the window and now stood at the door, jaws wide open, incredulous at the sight of what their daughter had become. It had only been a few years since we had seen them after all. Making all sorts of excuses as to why not to visit. But now, we both decided that this year’s family Thanksgiving would be the perfect time to unveil the new her. She panted helplessly as we finally made it to the doorframe. Face beet red and glistening with sweat she smiled,
“Hey… ~huff~ Momma… ~huff huff~ Hey… Daddy… ~huff huff~ When's ~huff~ dinner?” Neither of them had the composure to respond properly. Her father only turned away and went to clear the decorative pillows off the couch to make more room as her mother fumbled out words that seemed to resemble an offering of a snack.
Once we had gotten her inside their small rancher home, a feat in it’s own right might I add, I cleared a path so that she may settle herself into their barely wide enough couch. She took up nearly two-thirds of its seating capacity and still her body was unable to fully sit back into it, her pendulous belly resting on the carpeted floor as it hung between her thick splayed legs. Carefully now I placed the said decorative pillows behind her to give her more of an upright posture. Now that she was situated I able to go back out to the van and retrieve our luggage and other necessities.
First of all her O2 and compressor, which by the sound of her wheezing even after sitting, was something she was desperately needing. Next came the four remaining dozens of donuts from the back seat and two of her 52 oz. “Big Chug” thermal mugs that still had gain shake in them. The other three remained in the car for now. After getting her settled with the donuts, drinks, and other remaining junk food we had in the car I went about unloading the rest of our things.
With each trip in and out of the house I noticed her father still only slack-jaw staring at this mound of flesh that claimed to be his daughter. Only her mother seemed to notice me bringing in medical equipment, a shower chair, a widened support seat for the toilet, and lastly a small cooler. Rather than stashing this with the other items in the back rooms of the house, I instead approached her mother mater of factly in the kitchen.
“Pardon Mrs. Daniels, but might there be room in the fridge for a few things? You see your daughter’s insulin needs to be refrigerated and with the promise of your stupendous cooking for Thanksgiving, why we both made sure to bring extra so she could pig out to her heart’s content without a worry.” Funny how this about floored her, face draining of all color as she wilted away from the fridge so I could unload. Opening the door and shifting a few things I placed the dire medication in it’s chilled temporary home. Closing the door I looked back to the semi recovered Mrs. Daniels “Only one turkey? Not a problem Mrs. D, I can run to the store tomorrow and fetch a few more things. Your little girl has developed quite the apatite recently, if you couldn’t tell. Want to be sure there is enough for the rest of the family after all.” I chuckled a bit to myself and followed the sounds of my loves feasting in the other room.
I patted her soft belly as I passed and carefully began squeezing myself next to her on the well packed couch I rest my arm into the widest fold of her midsection and smile as she is undeterred and continues to mindlessly consume. Wedged in nice and tight now I gaze into the mindless program she has forced her father to put on the TV. His wife's arrival finally forces him to close his mouth and the both lock eyes, still speechless and retire to the kitchen.
It’s been nearly an hour now since we’ve arrived and still neither of them has been able to muster a full sentence to either of us. Most of the time her parents have been sitting in the dining room sipping coffee and making hushed small talk that I can occasionally overhear. Murmurs of all kinds, mostly panicked though some have a more somber sob to them. Besides dropping eaves on their alarmed confusion, I’ve since started reading a rather thick novel as my dear nears the end of the hoard of food we had brought along. Personally I’m not one for television and she knows this. This is typically how we would spend our time at home. Me, curled up into her softening side and reading as she shovels snacks in her mouth and stared at the old “boobtube.”
Another hour or so has passed now and finally my sweet has dropped the last of her snack wrappers to the floor and with a content sigh settles into herself for a post snacking nap. Closing my book and setting on the side table, I slowly turn in my wedged little corner of the couch and lay my arm across the width of her belly and softly began to rub, aiding in the digestion of all that had been consumed. Yet another of our daily rituals soon came calling when the sharp beeping, likened to tone of a heart monitor began to ring forth from my pocket. The alarm I’d set to remind us of her afternoon doses was squealing from my phone. Reluctantly I removed myself from her warmth and traveled back to her old bedroom where everything was stored.
It was upon my return that I had gathered the attention of her parents. Small medicine bag in tow, along with a long plastic tube that had a funnel attached to its one end and one of the “Big Chug” mugs. Their conversation cut short by curiosity that I knew they would soon regret.
Carefully I set the bag on the coffee table with the other items beside it. Carefully I unzip the bag and begin counting out pills from various bottles.
“Let’s see here, cholesterol med… check. Blood thinner… check. Potassium…. Check. Hmm… oh here it is, acid reflux… Anti-inflammatory and pain killer, check. Oh can’t forget the ACE inhibitor… Oh and last but certainly not least…” I reach into the bag and pull out two green bottles that upon seeing my love begins to quiver with excitement. “Almost for got the most important of the two!” She smiles at me as I bring her the little cup of nine pills and carefully I place one after the other in her mouth, downing each after I place it with the swig from the mug of gainer.
With a bit of a stutter her softly asks me, “Son, umm what is all that there?” I smile back at him softly and place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. She’s downed all nine now and as I stand I look to him and say.
“Well sir, to be blunt. These pills, well most of them that is, are the only things keeping your daughter alive.” He blinks in shock a few times, absorbing what I had said so plainly. “The other two, well those are two special pills we found that have made what you see, and her need for the rest of them, possible.”
Falling back hard into his chair he begins to stammer, “So those pills you said… they make my little girl err… rather keep her in good health?” Preparing the tube with a bit of shortening I had taken from the medicine bag now I give him a quick glance.
“Oh no sir, I don’t think medical science has advanced quite enough to help her be considered in good health. But at around,” I turn to my dear, “What would you say now hunnie? Eight-sixty?” Her smile shifts to a quizzical look, pondering.
“Hmm I’m not sure love. I know it means little anymore but I feel just so huge I must be bigger than that, I’m leaning more to eight-eighty.” she replied.
Amused I reply, “We can only hope! But as I was saying, at around eight hundred and eighty or so pounds, there is no sane person in the world that could call her healthy.” As I said this, I could see once again the color draining from her mother’s face as she slid into the wall behind her husband's chair. His own bewilderment starting to creep into rage manifesting in the gripping of his fingers furiously into the arms of the easy chair.
“You are telling me, with a straight face then, that you are actively killing my daughter?” He shouted, now rising to his feet. Grabbing me by the wrist, he pulls me away from my love just as I was about to begin the last part of her ritual. “You listen here son, if you leave right now I’ll spare your life. Seeing what you’ve done to her.. Why I ‘outta ring you up myself, but believe you me if I don’t pan on..” He was cut short by a shout coming from the couch.
“Daddy!” My sweet, his own flesh and blood had come to my aid. “Let him go Daddy! It’s not like he forced me to be like this.” she struggled to slide closer to us, her father's grip slightly loosening already. Her face flushed now with both anger and exhaustion. “I wanted this Daddy, and to be honest I want to be much, much, MUCH bigger! I wish you could see all he does for me.” She paused, taking a swig from them ug again while she caught her breath. “All he does to care for me, to help me be who I want to be, the financial burden, all to accept me for what I am.” She pauses once more, now looking over to her mother whom during the spat had begun to regain her former poise. “Something I might add that the two of you never have!” He has fully released me at this point. Soaking in the lecture and allowing me to return to my work.
“But sweetie.. You’re so…. Just well… umm… look at you!” Her mother stammered as if to try and bolster her husband’s now faltering platform. “You can barely move, how can this be what you…” Once again my dear chimed in, now having cut off both of her parents in protest.
“Because Mama,” declared with a rather stern air, “it is what makes me happy. Why do you have to question it? Why can’t you ever just be happy that I am happy?” the question didn’t fall on deaf ears as we all could feel the tension mounting almost as thick as my angel’s elephantine thighs. A tension that I may add was only suddenly cut by the rather loud expulsion of gas from her own lower regions. A noise to which she cackled obnoxiously followed by a request of me to finally finish my task.
Hesitantly I brought the free end of the tube to her lips after reapplying another liberal coating of shortening to aide in the journey down her waiting throat. Holding the tube upwards now as it’s lower quarter now penetrated her esophagus I begin to pour in the remaining contents of the “Big Chug” into the funnel. The thick brown fluid slowly works its way down the tube and into her.
I look down to her watering eyes, seeing them sparkle with both reassured pride and defiant arrogance as I finish the final pour of the mug. As I turn to place the empty mug down I am caught by a hand on my back. Her mother, an uneasy smile on her face, takes the empty mug from my hand and replaces it with another of the mugs that still had gainer in them. “If… if this is what makes her happy,” she spoke weakly, “then I suppose we should offer some support.” Tears glistened in her eyes aswell, though I doubt for the same reasons. Woefully she took the empty mug to the kitchen and began to rinse it.
Tilting the second mug to the edge of the funnel I began to pour. Below the rebellious expression my sweet wore began to melt into excitement as the next batch began its mouthward journey.
Before I had even finished I felt a strong hand on my shoulder, still wavering but stern as always in spirit was her father. He was holding the last of the three remaining mugs of prepared shake. He stays silent though, waiting for the current mugto drain so he might pass off the next to me. Just as his wife had done before him, he takes the emptied mug away with a somber stagger as I tilt the third and final to the lip of the funnel.
Excitement was giving way to surprise now as the contents of the third began to pass down the tube. My dearest and I had never tube forced this much into her in one sitting before, but neither of us could say no to the sheepish gesture of acceptance from her parents.
Once the last of it had been swallowed, I begin to carefully remove the tube. Much to both of our surprise only a small amount of the shake regurgitates from her over stuffed gullet, though she is utterly spent at this point. There is no hope of her doing much of anything for next foreseeable future. Content with her own gluttony she reclines back into her own flesh and pillows and begins a well deserved nap. I flash a swift smirk and tuck a far too small blanket over her exposed swollen gut and place a soft kiss on her forehead and reluctantly enter the dining room.
To my surprise I am not greeted with the anger and judgement that had previously been displayed. Rather both were sitting rather calmly at the table sipping tea, offering me a warm cup along with a rather polite invitation to sit and join them. Her father even siting some old adage about making her an honest women and so on. “Of course,” I replied a bit nervous myself now. I sat down next to him. “If I may sir, I was actually planning on asking you for you blessing while we were here.” My fingers fiddled through the perceived silent eternity as he glared me up and down, back to his wife who nodded as she sipped, then back to me.
“Well son,” he began, “what can I say. You obviously love my daughter dearly, as we have ~cough~ seen.” Standing how he paces behind me. “If what she says is true then you must have quite a good job to afford her needs?” I nod.
“Yessir, I own my own business. Err advertising and commercial goods as it were. T-shirts, knick knacks, web ads, media, and of course I’ve made quite a nice sum in medical technology investments as well.” I can feel his gaze burning into me from behind. His pacing stalls finally, now standing next to his wife.
“Well, that is very smart young man. Not many of your generation are that bright with their money.” Once again he stops, looks at his wife, the both look out towards the heaving mound that now snored voraciously on the sofa and with a hefty sigh he raises his right hand. “Welcome to the family son, I’d say treat her right, but I’d guess our ideas differ a bit on what that means. But regardless, we both support your endeavors.” It was with that they both stood and retired to the kitchen, in tandem beginning the preparations for dinner.
Still sitting at the table, admittedly stunned, my gaze fell back to the bits of bounding mounds I could see from around the corner. My heart fluttered. This bloated, wheezing, sweaty, deliciously sexy mound of flesh. She was to be my wife now. The warmth filling my i turned back to her parents, my soon to be in-laws with a cocky grin.
“Might I suggest we order out? I don’t think the meal you had planned for would be enough.” I joke, holding my cell in hand. Still getting used to all this her father shrugged and made his way back to me.
“Okay lover boy, but you’re buying…” he shot back and collapsed across from the burdened couch in his easy chair. “Just as long as she’s happy…” With the that flipped the TV back on.
Despite the foray that was dinner, consisting of three large meat lovers pizzas with extra cheese just for her alone, the rest of the evening seemed to go by fairly smoothly. Judgment had turned curiosity now and questions pelted both of us. Most of which are fielded by yours truly, with her still working on her meal throughout most of it. Despite the fact that by halfway through the first pizza I was resorting to hand feeding her, the conversation never seemed to lull too much. Her mother even opting to aide me at one point so that I might have a chance to eat myself.
I was still in a bit of a daze myself. Never had we expected them to take this so well. Then of course came the one major question neither of us really had an answer to. It was her mother who brought it up. Without much thought behind she orally vomited out “So dear, how much do you weigh now exactly?” Ensuring that her daughter would answer, she withheld the slice of pizza she was feeding her, while my own mouth was full. Attempting to intervene I swallowed hard, nearly choking, ending up too overwhelmed to reply.
“Uhhh… well… lets see…” she stammered, unsure how to answer. “So we don’t exactly know for sure right now Mama. See I out grew the scale we have at home and it’s been awhile since we’ve been able to check….” her eyes lowered in almost childlike shame, her true chin digging deep into her broad double chin in hopes of hiding her face within its suppleness.
“Well that simply can not be accepted! Is there anything we can do to help, it’s only fair I know, and you know for that matter.” Her mother retorted. “For that matter dear, just how heavy are you hoping to become?” Her sharp bluntness, though worrying to some degree on my side, seemed to put her daughter at ease. I suppose it’s better she talk so openly than avoid it really. I had already gathered the feeling that her mother was one to hide things she couldn’t accept so again, I am assuming this questioning is for the best.
Allowing her daughter a few bites to gather her thoughts before speaking, her mother is surprisingly patient. “Well Mom,” my angel, no prepared to reply continues on, “We’ve both decided that the goal for my weight gain is…” she begins to falter. Her confidence shaken as this is the first time outside of the two of us this topic has ever left her lips. From across the room her father shakes out and folds the newspaper he had been reading and places it on his thigh.
“Yes dear, please do tell us. We promise we won’t be upset.” he spoke in a comforting tone I thought impossible by such an intimidating man. Placing my hand on her swollen upper arm and nodding in support as if to edge her on we lock eyes and she takes a deep breath.
“Mama, Daddy…. My dream is to be in the record books.” the words fell like granite blocks from her plump lips. Yet despite their gravity, both of her parents seemed rather unfazed. “You heard me right?” she begged, wanting some form of reaction to her statement. “That’s gotta be at least sixteen hundred pounds, about double what I am now.” she persisted. Still little more than a raised eyebrow crossed either face. “Well? Answer me! You asked after all!” she demanded, growing a bit irate and exhausted now.
“Now dear don’t go getting yourself all worked up, I’m sure it's not good for your heart in this condition.” was the plain reassurance her mother gave. “Considering how big you've already become, I suppose we just weren’t surprised is all.” In agreement her father once again nodded then returned to his paper.
“You are really okay with this?” my dearest sputtered along with crumbs and half chewed pizza. To which her mother only embraced her vast form with a loving smile and returned to feeding her daughter.
It would seem that everything was working out as with the hardest part of our trip now behind us. Still as I sat, elated over the recent events, I couldn’t help but wonder what the next few days would hold. With another full day between us and the great feast for which we had journeyed for, it would prove interesting how the time would be spent. Along with that, how her other family would react upon arrival. Even without the surprise proposal mid dinner, I have a feeling that this is going to be a Thanksgiving that none will soon forget.
