Visit Part II

The Visit:

Part II

Morning Routines

With what I suppose was the hardest part out of the way, the rest of the evening continued on slowly. A few comments between myself and her father about the current state of affairs with politics and finance as my love kept on her binge well into the wee hours.                   

What I found most an amusing turn of events is how readily her mother had fallen back into a caretaker role. Wiping her daughters soiled face, bringing her more and more food and drink upon request, and even working out a grocery list to get her through the next few days of our visit.  At one point asking me for the recipe for the shake as well to be sure we kept it in supply.

Again, not expecting such a warm reception I had even gone as far as making hotel plans for myself assuming they would have chased me off by force and rushing her to the nearest weight loss clinic. Yet here I sat now, sipping the finest aged whiskey and sharing a cigar with my future father-in-law. Who, despite his reservations, had begun asking questions concerning the logistics and so on of both his porcine daughter’s care and ultimate affairs upon the impending results of such a lifestyle. The lump in my throat grew heavy, choking on the smoke as it blew around us.

“Well sir, we have set a Last Will and Testament for her as it stands. She has named the two of you beneficiaries of her portion of my estates and assets, as well as a notation of her willingness and desire to live what some may consider…” pausing to see how much attention my love was paying to us. None. She was utterly enraptured by the continued hand feeding of snack cakes and other such goodies we had brought her mother was occupied with. “Well to be honest sir, some might consider what we are doing an assisted suicide.” The latter end of the comment seemed to still unnerve him slightly, but with a large sip of fine aged peat spirits his nerves started to settle, especially when the question began about the estate that would be left to them. Naturally I made it rather clear that she was a thirty percent owner of all of my affairs, a fair pittance for a stay at home hog if I do say so myself. Along with that she did in fact earn a fair sum from the medical firm I had invested in as a lab rat as it were. A more than willing participant in trials for mobility aids, lifestyle support utilities, and of course the slew of medications she was currently taking to keep her ruined body alive. I may have left out the finer details but all in all he was quite shocked to hear that the heaving, sweaty mound that vaguely resembled his offspring had a net worth of nearly 6.8 billion dollars. All of which would be theirs upon her death due to complications of her obscene obesity.

A gut rippling belch that roared from my beautiful behemoth cut the silence after dropping that little bomb. Before either him or I could begin again she chimed in, vocally this time mind you, no abrupt expulsion of gases. “And since we’ve got the money, I wanted to treat my folks to an err nice… dinner… out with their daughter!” Immediately her mother clasped her hands with a joyous smile, her own elated, oblivious voice chiming in with acceptance of the offer, claiming they had planned on something of this nature already, though perhaps the options would now be a bit more limited due to the unexpected corpulence before her, that she yet still hand fed bite after bite or tipping the gulp mug of gainer to her lips. Her daughter flashed a smile, only viable from canine to canine behind her swollen cheeks.

“We had a place in mind momma,” she slaps her massive gut, giving it a good grab and jiggle, “and thanks to this I eat for free.” Her flesh continued to undulate from the impact both nowknowing exactly where she meant. The one place in town neither of them had really been too fond of since it had open, The Heart Attack Grill. Her voice once again sweetly split the silence, “I know Momma, people say it’s not a good place for the town, but I really wanna go. And if nothin else, they have a scale out front that could actually tell us how much I weigh.” The elder adults shrugged to her comment, knowing at this point there was probably no way of deterring her choices anyway.

With that, the matter was seemingly settled. Yawns spread as wildfire across the living room and as the old grandfather clock chimed eleven, the patriarch of the family retired to his chambers. Leaving the two of us, her mother and I to attempt to heave my dearest off the couch. We both leaned in and sunk our hands deep into the flesh of her sides and helped her shift forward to the edge of the couch, at this point she wasn’t even able to slide the three inches needed to lean forward and raise her herself without assistance.

Now I don’t know if she was putting on a show for her mother, or if the extra stuffing she had been partaking in had already caused some results but it had taken her over ten minutes just to get her feet planted on the floor in a position to try and stand.  We each grabbed a flabby wrist and pulled as she rocked back and forth, her gigantic body bouncing and shaking as she tried to move her vast weight. Her upper belly cascaded over her lower belly as she leant forwards, pooling into the space between her huge distended thighs. Face reddened with the exertion, her breathing growing more labored with each attempt. At least another twenty minutes passed before we finally had her upright and barely supporting all 850+ lbs. of herself in a standing position. After a brief pause and I watched her slowly and deliberately shuffle into the kitchen, gasping with each step. Just the effort of getting to her feet had already left her starving despite having binged all evening.

With a smile I gave her cellulite dimpled ass as soft tap as she leaned breathlessly against the wall between the living room and dining room. “Don’t worry my sweet, you shuffle on back to the bedroom, I’ll bring you some treats.” She gave me only a sly wink in return before taking her mother’s outstretched arm and was slowly guided back to her old bedroom.

I could hear the poor old box spring creek in agony from the kitchen as she lowered herself down onto the bed. Finding little else to binge upon in the cupboards and fridge, I turned to the freezer. While it was certainly meant for the Thanksgiving festivities, I’m sure her mother wouldn’t mind me “borrowing” the three-layer chocolate cake she had slyly kept hidden from her voracious daughter.  Taking it back with me, I met her mother in the hallway who, noticing that I had found the cake, only sighed and gave me a loose hug.

“Just make sure she is always happy…” was all she said before releasing me and walking out to the living room to clean up after the snacking.

Opening the door, I found my beauty spilling off the sides of the old twin bed, the sounds of popping springs and splintering wood barely audible over her rasping and wheezing. Taking pity of the poor creature I set up her C-Pap and began to ponder just how long this bed would last under her weight whilst unpacking her other medical supplies.

Even with the distress of such a trip, I could see in her eyes that she was enjoying this just as much, maybe even more than I was. Appearing like this, so incredibly overweight and unhealthy without any warning. We were both were beginning to feel like naughty teens again, alone her old bedroom that still had the boy band posters and stuffed animals of her youth decorating it. I finished unpacking her feeding funnel and sweat rash creams, “You know babe, seeing you like this, back in this room… Makes me wish I’d been able to fatten you up sooner.” I coo, petting her exposed belly and ever so gently kneading into its creamy soft form.

“If you had been feeding me like this since high school...” she trailed of for a moment, catching her breath and trying to fathom the would-be reality. “Fuck, I’d easily weigh a ton by now!” She was beaming, fondling her upper belly beside my hand.

“Only a ton?” I stammer, having turned and now leaning onto the dome of her belly, face perched between her breasts. She chuckled deeply, for a brief moment before becoming winded.

“I said easily, knowing you I’d fill this room and more if you’d had me as your little piggy for the past fifteen years.” With a sly wink she jiggled herself under me, feeling the stiffening of my arousal pressing into the softness of her curves. I’m not sure if it was me, the situation, or the smell of the chocolate cake I had placed on the bedside table when I entered, but she was feeling rather frisky. While to some the struggle of her trying to roll over on her own for a solid fifteen minutes would have been a deterrent, to us, well this was mere foreplay.

After much wobbling and shaking, catching her breath, she was finally in position. Her belly pooled out in front of her, a seemingly endless swathe of soft, heavy flesh, rolls seemed to pile upon rolls. Her eyes fixed on the cake, as my own gazed upon the corpulent beauty before me. She wanted it, NEEDED it, we both knew it. But then again in this moment the “it” in question, well there may have been some slight miscommunication.

As my hands traced her globular thighs I joking asked her to lift her leg but it was simply too heavy for her weakened muscles to move in such a manner for any sustained time, the weight of it just this single limb was too incredible. Thigh fat, calf fat, it seemed to go on forever. He could just support its weight, no longer able to get my arms around it’s fatty circumference. He struggling to enter my mountainous beauty. She seemed to care as much about my struggles as I did her own. Besides, she just wanted to eat. She was aware of her body rocking back and forth, but all she cared about was cake. More. Cake.

As her mind was preoccupied with the food before her, my own was soaring with the thoughts and hopes for what we might discover tomorrow. Insane numbers raced through my mind, stiffening my already throbbing manhood as it forced its way in her fat constricted cunt. My fit body, slamming hard into the folds and bulges of her adipose distorted form sent both her and I reeling into the night with escalated passions. Her exhaustion of existence, combined with the stimulus begun taking its toll, her already her hypertension reddened face grew a deeper shade of crimson, crumbs of cake sputtering from her lips with each rasping wheeze. Her eyes screamed enough for her choked off breath, cardiac arrest was imminent and still I plowed ever deeper into her mounds. 

I could tell the erratic nature of her tachy rhythm just from how she barely picked at the remaining cake. Her waning energy spent more into keeping herself alive through this pleasure. I sharp pang must have wrenched her chest as her arm, moving swifter than I had seen it move in months, clenched over her flesh buried heart, sending me over the edge as well. The warm expressions of my arousal flushed through her pubic folds, unsure if I had ever even penetrated properly I pulled back. A bit exhausted in my own right I did my best to clean her up, address her still unpredictable heart rate, medicated her and once calmed, fed her the rest of the cake until she passed out.

Tomorrow would be yet another impressive day though in a different way. So much to share, so much to do, and perhaps a surprise or two that not even my lovely was expecting. With a snide grin plastered across my face, I tucked myself between her vast form and the wall and drifted off to sleep.

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The Autumn dawn rose late, as did I. Only having been awakened by the sound of my darling grunting and wheezing in an attempt to roll out of bed. Red faced as always, she sneered towards me as if to ask for help without really wanting too. This effort, of course, was utterly futile as we both knew there was no hope of righting herself on her own. Once I had finally had her on her feet and settled with her walker did she slowly make her way, fully nude I might add, out the bedroom door and down the hall. I heard the clattering of dishes hitting the floor from the kitchen not long after, it was a fair assumption one of the two older adults had finally gotten a clear view of the adipose laden blimp that was their daughter. 

“Momma….” she huffed, “I needa…. ~urrrfff~   take a…. ~urrrffffff~ shower…” Exhausted already her massive form collapsed across two of the chairs at the dining table, their legs giving off a slight creaking. A bit of bewilderment struck her parents in unison to this remark.

“We haven’t changed where the bathroom is dear…” Her father seeming more annoyed than shocked now, he treads slowly closer to her as to offer a hand in getting her up.

Still having yet caught her breath she replied “I know ~urrrfff~ Daddy, but ~huurrrffff~ I won’t fit…” she trailed off breathlessly. Unable to further the conversation herself I poked in a solution.

“Do you by chance have an outdoor spigot? If the hose is long enough I can bathe her in the yard if nee…”

            The sound of a fist slamming into a wall cut me short. It seemed that despite the seemingly accepting agreement we had come to the night before, her father now seemed to have an issue with the arrangement. Though before I could even utter a word, my dear’s mother place her dainty hand on his shoulder and only smile. “Dear,” she spoke in a stern, yet soft tone. “Why don’t you go on out and get the hose hooked up for the kids hmm? I will get the towels and soap.”

            With a sigh nearly as heavy as his daughter, the elder man walked towards the back door, leaving the plate glass sliding door open for us to follow. Slowly, we did. That is until upon reaching the doorframe to find the width of my soon to be wife, was drastically greater than the opening. Grunting and heaving ensued, but to no avail. She was simple too big to fit. Again breathless, sweating, and now sitting across two of the dining chairs in an attempt to catch her breath. Seeing her state, I slide by her, pressing into the velveteen masses of her hips and belly that spilled over the one side of the chairs, and begin to express the issue to her father. Before I can even get a word out he already seems to know what I am going to say. He motions back to the door, “There’s an emergency release on the inside that pops both panes out, little red handle near the top…”

His tone is still one of somber defeat. I suppose this wasn’t the emergency he had expected when having the doors installed. Regardless I make my return, once again passing by the thick dough of her overhang to find that her mother has begun feeding her breakfast already. As she mindlessly consumed as always, another question came to mind. Just how subtle did I plan on being ins this moment?

           

A question soon answered on accident as I pulled the release and both door panels fell outwards onto the concrete patio, tipping the table and chairs that rested upon it, and making a ruckus that could have been herd from at least two houses over. Hear it they certainly did. Those same eyes that peer through their blinds as we had arrived the day before were now even less subtle attempt to see what was going on. I tried my hardest not to smile as my beauty in all her glory waddled with her walker to the door frame as I moved the panes out of the way. Watching the neighbors and their silent gasps as she breeched into the outdoors.

To our delight her morning bath was slowly turning into a circus sideshow as now eyes peered from every nearby abode. The task required the efforts of all three of us as the “normal sized” people. Acting as clowns to the fat lady on display we went into motion and start the show. Her father simply held the hose up to mimic a shower spray as I tackled the application of soap and washing, all while her mother still continued feeding the massive breakfast she had prepared. Quite the sight we must have been, the four of us in the yard. I could hear the comments the others must have been making swirl in my head. “Gotta keep the whale hosed down until they can get it back in the ocean.” Perhaps even a “That poor creature! How could anyone live like that?” Either implication brought delight to me in my task, as it did to my dearest.

The vile glint in her eye spoke volumes never set in words, her eyes locked on to the facade of shame and disgust her father bore as a glorified mount for her shower. She was loving this. Perched on the straining bench, her mother hand feeding her, father mortified, and me… Me caressing every supple inch of her massive body for the world to see. My hand pressing the loofa into the deep cervices between her back folds as I made my way around her.

It was when I was reaching into the folds of her left thigh that I began to lose my composure and start to crack my wicked grin. For as I slide the lathered loofa through the depths of where her fat oozed forth in a great tear drop sack around where her knee should have been seen, that a half-eaten cheeseburger fell out to the ground before us. Certainly, this was no fluke, but an attempt to even further push the limits of the tenuous acceptance and unconditional love her parents held for her. For as soon as the sweat soaked, sudsy mass was dislodged she swallowed hard on the mouthful of grits she had been fed and turned to me, mouth agape as if to say “Waste not, want not.” Even I had my doubts as to if she really intended to consume this festering mass of fast food, but yet she refused her mother’s offerings only to nod down to the grotesque burger.

I raise an eyebrow, raising the wad of sweat and soap swollen bun and stale meat. Her own eyebrow peaked she nods to me, and against my better judgement I bring the morsel to her lips and she takes a bite. This, this is why I am so proud of my hog. She didn’t even wince, just chewed, swallowed, and opened for another bite. By the third and final time, even her mother was obviously repulsed, having dropped the feeding spoon she had been using into the pooling mud around us.

With the final act of her show now over, the remainder of the bathing process proceeded with little fanfare. Only a minor chuckle to the fact that it took two beach towels pinned together to properly wrap around her and then another thirty minutes to get her back inside and into the bedroom. After the standard application of lotion, powdering, and elaborate process of getting my porcine princess dressed, she shuffled back out to the dining room for the remained of her breakfast. I picked at a small bowl of grits and a small mound of scrambled eggs as her mother once again fulfilled the duty of hand feeding.

As midday loomed in the question of lunch arose from my dearest, after swallowing the last of the eggs. I mentioned that pizza was already on the way, but that I had a few errands to run before out dinner out tonight. Nothing major really. Just to pick a few necessities we had left behind. With that I gave my darling a sweet kiss upon her bacon grease-soaked lips, patted her bulging belly in admiration and made my way out.

Back in the van, tilting the mirror I could see not one, but drivers from three of the five places I had ordered from coming down the road. I smiled, backed away from the curb and began to drive away. If the little display this morning was too much for them, they were in store for quite the surprise over the next few days of our visit. With Thanksgiving only looming two days away, the main event was still to come.

Visit part 1

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.