The Fattest Woman Alive VS Stairs (Immobility Feederism XWG)
At 1,500lbs, Chel was the fattest woman alive without even realising. After 5 years spent gorging herself on food without moving, she was utterly bed bound. When her body began struggling to keep her going, her feeder Olivia made the decision to have her moved to a medical facility for monitoring. The only issue? No man nor equipment was strong enough to carry the blob of lard out of her hedonistic paradise. For the first time in half a decade, Chel must get up and waddle, surely an impossible task...
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Chel had always been above average in terms of weight. Growing up, she spent her days waddling, heaving and hauling her body around, struggling to keep up with everyone else as she drenched herself in sweat from the most menial of tasks. She remembered her dreaded PE lessons most of all, how she was poked and prodded by the other girls as she desperately tried to exercise. Only a year into high school she was pulled out of any lesson requiring fitness on account of her 'medical conditions', a more formal way of saying she could barely walk down the halls without ending up breathless.
Her retirement from gym classes meant she'd have to wait out those sessions doing other school work. It should've been foreseen that having Chel sit in the lunch hall to do said work was a bad idea, but no one seemed to bat an eye as she waddled her way to and from the lunch ladies, feasting on several meals before her lunch break had even begun, at which point she could return for seconds, thirds and fourths. By the end of her second year of high school, the blimp of a teen was racing towards the 400lb mark. That's when she met Olivia.
Made fun of by every around her (even teachers made an occasional jab her way), Chel was left alone to eat away the pain of loneliness. Olivia was different though, a pretty red haired girl who Chel had noticed eyeing her up for weeks now. She eventually plucked up the courage to look up from her stuffing and return a smile, something the fiery haired teen must have seen as her way in. She stood, strutting her way over and placing herself down on the bench in front of Chel. Olivia returned a gleaming smile, glaring at the obese teen with deep hazel eyes.
"Hey, you're Chel right? I'm Olivia! I noticed you seem to be on your own a lot so I figured I'd come over and say hi!" Olivia extended a slender hand, one that Chel met as she raised her sausage like fingers. Her eyes were entranced, gazing at the lard filled arm she was holding, her finger tips brushing against Chel's wrist rolls.
"You... alright there?" Exclaimed the tubby teen, breaking the girl from her trance as her face turned a light red from embarrassment.
"Oh- uh... yes! Say, how would you like to drop by my place tonight and study? That English essay deadline is coming up and I could use someone to bounce ideas off of?" She grinned, her eyes occasionally falling down to get a quick look at the several chins and sweater-stretching blobs of boobs before her. Chel exchanged a hearty smile, her nod pushing down the fat hanging from her face.
From then on the pair were inseparable. It didn't take long for the two to admit their combined love for feederism and fat. From then on the friendship quickly became a loving relationship, one where their love language almost exclusively consisted of food. Olivia's high grades opened up a plethora of well paying jobs, the perfect storm for someone with such a large partner to feed. As high school ended, Chel weighed in after two years of pigging out. Their 500lb limit scale let out a deafening crack as the hog of an 18 year old stepped onto it. 'ERROR', it spat out. Chel giggled, her body jiggling as Olivia leaned in and planted a kiss on her flabby cheeks. The couple kissed passionately, knowing this was just the beginning.
The soothing silence of the morning was broken with a huge crack, followed by an even louder thud. Olivia, hard at work on a breakfast feast for her gargantuan girlfriend to celebrate the eve of her 20th birthday, raced upstairs to the bedroom where the booming sound came from. As she emerged into the room, she was met with the sight of Chel laying shook on the now broken bed. The mattress had fallen off of one side of the frame, leaving the ball of human fat struggling to get up as her flab jiggled aggressively. Her red headed saviour raced over to help her up, the pair calling on all their combined strength to stand Chel up and waddle her over to her bariatric desk chair nearby. She fell into the seat, exhausted and covered in sweat. Olivia gave her precious piggy a comforting hug, her arms sinking into the endless sea of fat that was her back rolls.
After a bagful of chips to replenish her dwindling mobility, Chel shuffled her body to the bathroom, gawking at herself in the mirror in all her sweaty, gluttonous glory. For a girl as large as she ways, Chel was by no means ugly. Her eyes were a beautiful blue colour, he skin pale and her cheeks dotted with freckles. She sported short brunette hair landed just above her shoulders, brushing against her various chins with every movement of her head. At 5'2", she was a total wide load whose ass stuck out close to a foot on either side. Her belly hung well below her waistline, swinging left and right as she brushed her hair and placed her large rounded glasses on her cute nose. After throwing on a gown that resembled that of a huge bed sheet, one that fell slightly above her gut and only just managed to cover her gyrating flab sacks that were her boobs, she wobbled her way downstairs and into the kitchen.
Olivia spun around to meet her as Chel gasped her way into the room. She held two stacked plates filled with pancakes, bacon, eggs and grease in either hand, laying them at the table as her hog of a girlfriend pounded her ass against the two chairs waiting for her.
"Thank you... babe..." puffed Chel, still breathless from her agonising waddle. Olivia planted a finger on her lips and whispered, "I know baby, don't worry about thanking me. Just focus on your food." Chel smiled, her cheek fat glistening with sweat. "Besides," Olivia continued, "you're hardly that fat anyway. We still have plenty more pounds to go. The fact you're even still able to walk tells us both you need to keep eating.".
Olivia made her food supply checks before work, something she did everyday. Leaving for work meant leaving Chel to feast throughout the day on her own, something that required having snacks and meals everywhere to make sure she had constant access to food wherever she was. Cupboards and tables across the house were littered with chips, bowls of candy and dozens of soda bottles, all ready to be eaten should Chel find herself in the rare situation of walking somewhere in the house and needing a top up. Planting several kisses all over the gorging 19 year old, Olivia said her goodbyes and left for the day. Quickly emptying her plates, Chel was desperate for something sugary. Her sweet tooth nagged more than usual, and she knew of only one place she would find enough candy to please herself with: Olivia's basement stash. There was only one problem with the plan however, that being the fact she'd need to walk across the house and down a flight of stairs. She weighed the pros and cons in her mind, but her gut quickly intervened with an Earth-shattering rumble. It looked like she'd be breaking a sweat once again this morning...
She jiggled gracefully as she planted her roll filled arms on the table and hauled herself up. She grunted and groaned, her belly slapping hard against her thighs. Barely recovered from her pre-breakfast walk, sweat cascaded down her face and body. As she stood, her knees begged her to sit down again, but her gut pushed her onwards regardless. She wiggled herself out of the kitchen, taking a break to rest her huge fat back against the doorway. Her ass melted around the frame, sucking it up between her cheeks, each one the weight on a person on their own. Slightly less breathless, she slowly waddled her heaving mass to the basement, gasping for air as she panted all the way. Every step she took boomed across the house, nearby furniture and decoration wobbling alongside her as she passed. By the time she arrived at the basement, a slug-like trail of sweat lead from the kitchen all the way to where she was now. Her body shined brightly as the sun reflected off of her lard. She pushed her glasses back up her nose, her arms tired from swinging side to side from all her waddling. Her hunger was becoming increasingly ravenous, driving her to make the trip downstairs as soon as her chins ceased quivering.
Every step was a mammoth task as her body flung itself around in waves of jiggling fat, carefully wobbling her way down the stairs. Cursing under her laboured breaths, she was careful to avoid slipping and sliding from the sweat that poured from her body onto the floor. See, barely even that fat, she thought to herself as she arrived at the basement floor in a fit of exhaustion. Olivia's candy stash consisted of a huge bucket, half as tall as Chel was, overflowing with every type of candy imaginable. The sweating pig of a girl fell heavily into the basement couch, piling in mouthful after mouthful of sweet, sugary goodness. How long she sat there gorging she could not say, entranced by the endless amount of food in front of her. Emptying half the bucket already, she decided to hold off on the rest, knowing Olivia wanted them for her birthday tomorrow. She placed the stash back down where she found it and prepared to wobble herself back up to her bedroom.
But, as she prepared to heave herself up the basement stairs, she noticed something. No matter how hard she tried, how much effort she used, how much she jiggled and swung in mindless frustration, she couldn't get herself up. Minutes passed by filled with panting, sweating and cursing, but her huge body would not budge.
"Well shit..." she murmured, pissed off but undeniably turned on...
Getting stuck in the basement was the final warning sign of immobility, having ignored and denied all of the other countless warning signs for years now. Olivia had found her massive partner in the basement after arriving home from work and following the path of sweat that trailed there, walking in on Chel gorging on her candy bucket red faced and frustrated.
"I can't get back up the stairs babe! I came down here for a sweet binge and now I can't lift myself up a single step! Does this mean...?" the 850lb blimp sounded almost panicked, until Olivia consoled her with a warm embrace.
"Oh, my sweet, silly pig," she whispered in her ear, kissing her chins as she spoke, "I think it's time we get you a bed down here...".
"B-babe..." Chel's breathing was heavy, as it always was when she was forced to lift her arms to ask for food. Her face and chins were so heavy with lard that even talking was considered exercise for her.
Olivia strutted downstairs, jiggling elegantly in her crop top and booty shorts. As it turns out, years of dating an inhumanly large blob of fat makes keeping yourself in shape tricky too. "Coming baby!" She said back, struggling to hold the 4 boxes of pizza for her precious lard sack's mid-day snack. She lay the pizzas one by one across Chel's enormous belly, almost as wide as Olivia was tall and hanging over the sides of the immobile woman's bed. She gorged down each pizza in record time, as her feeder poured soda into her mouth after every few slices. The two smiled at each other, both in a perpetual state of arousal.
After half a decade of laying in bed and doing nothing but eating, fucking and sleeping, Chel was beyond what anyone thought capable of a human. At 1,500lb, she was the heaviest person alive, requiring an industrial scale used by truckers to weigh their truck loads in order to bare her gargantuan glob of a body. Her face was submerged in chins and fat, barely able to see anything over her huge boobs that hung over either side of her gut. Her arms were barely recognisable, with so many layers of lard that they better resembled two sweaty beach balls. Her stomach hung flowed across her legs as she lay in bed, but if she stood it would easily touch the floor (not that she'd ever gotten up to try and see). Her legs were nothing more than sacks of fat, each one hundreds of pounds and completely useless, unmoved for years as she fed herself endlessly.
Chel soon stopped smiling as she grabbed her chest, squeezing a huge handful of boob and belly between her sausage fingers as she grimaced. Olivia raced over to aid her, terrified. The pain quickly subsided, but it was enough to scare them both. With little other option, Chel's frightened feeder dialled their local doctor to find out where to go next to ensure the jiggling heavy weight was safe.
"The doc' wants you moved to a medical facility for monitoring, you're so huge though that they're not sure how exactly to get you out of here..." Chel frowned, dreading the idea of having to cut down her feasting and lose the weight she loved. Olivia laid beside her, massaging her ocean of rolls and comforting her prized pig.
An army of doctors and firefighters arrived shortly, equipped with bariatric equipment and tools the likes of which they'd normally only use on burning buildings. Several people entered the basement, speechless as they saw the nearly one ton woman gulping down several bottles of soda. Desperately trying to stay professional, they made way for the bariatric stretcher. The huge bed on wheels was brought down beside her, the plan being to test if it could even contain and carry her. It took fifteen burly firefighters nearly twenty minutes to get her up and onto the stretcher. Lowering her down, Chel's body flowed and gushed over every side or the gurney, the firefighters' gloves bathed in her sweat. Just before they prepared to move her, the stretcher gave way in a huge crack. It took every man there, plus an extra five ambulance crew members to quickly get her back on the bed before she collapsed in a pile of immobile flab on the floor. They hastily grabbed her rolls, pushing her back into bed as Olivia fed her a large portion of fries to keep her energy up.
Following the failed bariatric stretcher, their next attempt involved trying to somehow get her huge custom tailored bed out of the basement with her on top. Men and women came and went, measuring and studying to room in an effort to figure out some method of pulling it off. The plan quickly feel apart however as the workers made the discovery that Chel's bed was bolted and secured to the floor, done so to make sure the jiggling monster of a girl didn't break that too.
Olivia stood in the corner of the room, speaking to a group of the emergency workers in a hushed tone. They would occasionally look over to the lard-laden woman, followed by disheartened head shakes. The crew made their way out, as Olivia walked over to speak with her girlfriend.
"So bad news baby... they can't get you out. This basement is apparently to deep underground, so digging a tunnel exit is out of the question. You're too fat babe, so fat that not even an army of muscly guys can get you out of here." Olivia's face was a mix of anxiety and arousal, the pair absolutely turned on at her mammoth size. "They said the only way to get you out would be if you heaved yourself out of bed and up the stairs... we have to try babe, I don't know what I'd do if anything hurt you!" Chel looked at at her body, her legs made of piles upon piles of fat lard. Not wanting to hurt herself or upset the love of her life, she nodded apprehensively, pushing her neck fat around.
This would be the hardest challenge she'd ever faced...
Olivia let everyone know what they planned to do. Various doctors and firemen would organise an escape effort for her if she managed to make it out, widening the basement door and cutting a huge hole in the living room wall leading outside. Chel would be helped to waddle her ungodly flab across the room and up the stairs, where two bariatric stretchers that wouldn't fit in the basement would take her to the specially prepared van. A regular ambulance simply wasn't big enough, and so a U-Haul truck had been rented to pile her into once she was outside (though even that would be a tight squeeze. The plan was set, and all that remained was for Chel to figure out how the hell she'd move nearly a ton of fat for the first time in half a decade...
The process started with a stuffing. Olivia packed as much energy filled food as she could into her bodacious hog, the idea being to give her the strength necessary to help her power through the enormous task ahead. Along the way towards and up the stairs, Olivia had strategically placed food to ensure Chel was never without something to keep her hunger at bay. The last thing they needed was being stranded with nothing to eat halfway there.
The firefighter crew provided a flexible, ultra-strong rope that they'd use first to help prop Chel up, and from there they'd be able to swing her legs down off of the bed to make standing less of a struggle. Olivia and the crew tied it around the mountain of flesh that hung from every inch of her body. It sank deep into the crevices of her fat, completely invisible up to where it exited her huge second belly above her bottom stomach roll. Five fireman spaced themselves across from her, each one grabbing the rope and pulling. They groaned as Chel's huge upper body rose out of her slump for the first time in years. Under her, the bed had sunk deep, a huge imprint of her massive back fat leaving its mark. Her incredible size meant regularly being cleaned was difficult but crucial. Olivia was a very hygienic person and kept her girlfriend as clean as possible, though a woman of her size meant she rarely stopped sweating from even the smallest movements, leaving a questionable smell rising from the bed as her body was hauled upwards.
Once up, Chel was already exhausted before even attempting to move herself. Olivia rushed to her side with a wet cloth and a meat feast pizza, feeding her with one hand so she didn't have to waste energy raising her arms whilst cleaning away some of her sweat with the other hand. The two were clearly turned on, Chel trying her best to stifle her aroused groans in between her deep laboured breathing. Once done, the crew worked on pushing her sideways so that her legs hung from the bed. Their hands sank into her, melting away in a sea of sweaty lard.
"Heave-ho guys," said Chel, letting out a burp that jiggled her body, "surely I'm not that heavy for a group of strong fellas like yourselves." Olivia could barely contain how much that excited her, grinning and winking at her three quarter ton queen. The firefighters barely reacted, too focused struggling to move her massive form. With the help of two other workers, Olivia lifted each leg off the bed as she rotated her lard ass off the bed. Her stomach hung to the floor, pouring over her legs that ached from finally stretching after years of only being used to store hundreds of pounds of weight. Another snack break ensued as the fire crew took a breather themselves.
"You're doing so well baby, we're already nearly standing! Who knew you could move so much?" She massaged Chel's thighs as they spoke, red from chafing already. It took 30 minutes of eating for the immobile woman to regain her breath and consume enough to build up the strength to get up. She looked at her feedee, her eyes telling Olivia that this was making her incredibly horny.
"I... I think I want to try and walk on my own babe." said Chel, red faced and turned on beyond belief. The thought of her nearly dying from exhaustion attempting to walk a few feet and climb a small set of stairs was orgasmic for the two of them. Olivia was hesitant, not knowing if it was safe or even possible. "There's a small part of me, and I do mean small, that misses walking. Waddling around was such a turn on for both of us that's been absent ever since I gave up moving. One last walk before I give in for life would be nice. Besides, the last time I walked I never really got to say goodbye to my mobility on account of it being accidental and all." Chel blushed, smiling at her fire haired girlfriend.
"If it's what you want..." Olivia said hesitantly. She informed the fire crew of what they planned to do, and they left the couple alone to help prepare the escape effort once she'd made her way out of the basement. Chel took a deep breath, mustering every pound of strength she had left after half a decade of laziness, hedonism and gluttony. She made her first attempt at getting up alone, slamming her arms down and pushing desperately. She swung her body back and forth, sweat pooling on her rolls as she tried time and time again. Her body burned from head to toe, her practically non-existent muscles using everything they had left to heave her upward at all costs. Chel managed this effort for minutes, quickly exhausting herself beyond belief. She was rudely interrupted as her chest spiked with pain once again, causing her to lose all momentum as she clung her stubby fingers around a handful of her flab in agony. Like before, the pain subsided after only a short time, but it was clear her body was basically incapable of even as little as simply swinging backwards and forwards. Olivia kissed her comfortingly, pushing donuts into her greasy mouth in between sloppy french kisses. Their make out session didn't last long, as Chel was still determined to get up and waddle her way out.
After 15 minutes of regaining her weighty breath, the rotund glob of a woman was ready for round two. She repeated her previous technique, every inch of her flab ridden body jiggling and gyrating with each tiny movement. This time she put more effort into her swings, a hard fought manoeuvre that ended up paying off. After two minutes of trying she finally managed to rise from her bed, panting and sweating like never before. She rose a few inches with one large push of momentum, making it half way up before Olivia grabbed both of her meaty hands, noticing she was about to collapse back into her bed. Putting everything she had into heaving her girlfriend up, the pair emerged victorious as Chel gasped for air. As she stood, her incredible obesity shined brighter than ever.
For a start, her belly just barely touched the floor on account of her tiny 5'2" frame. Upon her stomach seated two enormous breasts hanging from above, slobbing out of anything the couple had ever tried to contain them in. Her ass was also a sight to behold, stretching close to two feet out from either side of hefty mid section, pale as milk from years of flowing underneath her as she gorged and feasted. Standing, her arms were pushed far out to her sides. The fat that spilled from her arms and belly moulded into one another, resting on the ledges and folds that made her side rolls and hips. Her chins also hung lower, not pushed up by her fat chest that nearly flooded her face as she lay down. And her legs spoke for themselves. Unused for years, their only job had been storing hundreds of pounds of fat. Olivia took a step back, admiring her hard work that had taken her years. She made it brief however, wanting to keep her feedee baby moving and not lose the momentum they'd built standing her up.
"Okay babe, lifting your legs is gunna' be tricky. I think the best way to go about it would be swinging all your weight to each side as you lift, we're not going to succeed here if we fight against your fat so we have to work with it!" Chel nodded in response, wasting little energy by choosing not to speak and instead communicating in subtle head movements. Olivia counted down from five as the red faced blob took a deep breath. "Now!" Shouted her feeder as Chel grunted loudly. She grimaced, bunching up her sweaty fat face as she used everything she had to swing and lift. By some miracle, the plan worked, and her wobbling left leg raised half an inch to the air, pounding back down against the floor having moved half a foot. She moaned in exhaustion, barley getting out the word "Food..." amidst her laboured breathing. Olivia packed another donut into her mouth, leaving a smudge of jam that spread across her chins. Gulping down half a distillery's worth of soda, she stood to catch as much breath as she could before repeating with her right leg. They counted down once more, and Chel swung her meaty hips again. It was another success, officially making this the first time she had stepped forward properly in five years. She giggled, her sea of flab wobbling as Olivia once again rewarded her with more sweet treats.
With their technique down, the pair kept going: countdown, swing, lift and land, followed by a hearty helping of food and soda. It took them nearly half an hour to make their way across the room and to the bottom of the stairs, by which point Chel was smothered in a glossy layer of sweat that gushed like a waterfall from her countless rolls. Olivia leant in to kiss her lard ball with pride, slapping her ass and watching as her body made endless waves of jiggle. It took every bit of willpower she had not to fall to the ground or sit down, knowing that doing so would doom their efforts with no hope of getting her up and moving again. This was their once chance, and having done what they thought impossible, their determination was more palpable than ever.
For the stairs, Olivia suggested utilising their swing and lift manoeuvre once more. This time however, Olivia would assist by putting both hands under the foot being lifted and helping haul it the extra height it needed to catch the next stair up, as well as lifting her stomach onto the next step so avoid it dragging and falling behind. Chel agreed to the plan, thinking of no other way they could possibly get her up without an industrial crane. They got in position ahead of the first step, verbally rehearsing each part of the process. Still breathless but not wanted to lose their hard fought momentum, the fattest woman alive was ready to climb the mountain ahead of her (only a short few steps to the average person). Olivia counted down, and once again blurted out "GO!" as she groped beneath the sweaty squish of Chel's foot. She groaned loudly as she helped lift hundreds of pounds worth of leg fat, her girlfriend moaning with both pleasure and stress as she heaved up the fattest left leg on the planet. The foot landed on the step up, a puddle of sweat forming beneath and pouring down the stairs. Once more, their heavyweight plan had worked. Now all that was left was to do it several more times, the final stretch of what was becoming a feeder fantasy for someone like Olivia.
By the time they'd made it up their first few stairs Chel was struggling like never before. Her body burned all over, not a single muscle free from the torment of exercise. Olivia constantly ran back and forth, bringing her sweating sow enough food to provide the entire firefighter and ambulance crew with a three course meal each. Grease and left overs from the food gathered around her mouth, soda cascading over her gut as she gulped up litre after litre. The physical exertion of lifting her arms to wipe her mouth was simply too much on top of all the power it took to keep herself standing. Besides, they both found her messy greed unbelievably hot. As the two hid their arousal, the final touches were being made to the basement door and living room exit. Just in time too, letting the team upstairs prep the two bariatric stretchers that would carry her to the U-Haul truck outside.
"You're so close my blubber baby," whispered Olivia outside the earshot of the nearby firefighters, "once all this is over you'll never have to worry about lifting a finger again, and we'll have this whole experience to look back on. Every laboured breath you take is the sexiest thing I've ever seen, and I'll always be sure to remind you of the last time the fattest woman on the planet waddled when we're next alone and I can get you off." For Chel, the hardest part of all of this experience right after the physical exhaustion was being unable to indulge all her sexual pleasures. Olivia felt exactly the same, but the thought of being alone again together soon and free to be as kinky as they wanted was enough to power onwards just a few more steps.
Another half an hour of climbing ensued as Chel heaved her enormously fat frame up the final few stairs. As she took her last step, she nearly collapsed, almost dead from pure exhaustion. But that didn't matter, her mind enveloped in an adrenaline fuelled state of ecstasy and euphoria. The knowledge that hauling herself such a short distance was a gargantuan task that nearly killed her made her wet, though her nether-regions submerged in thigh and gut fat hid it well. Several members of the ambulance crew lowered the two bariatric stretchers held together with rope almost to the floor, allowing Chel to fall into the seat. The room shook as she landed, a painting falling from the wall and a vase smashing into the floor from the mini-earthquake she had just caused. The team struggled to focus on their work, taken aback by the complete insanity and gluttony of a nearly one ton human. One of the women working on her was tiny, minuscule in terms of height and weight. She most likely barely scratched above 100lbs, a thought that made Chel's loins fit to burst. Knowing that all of her fat amounted to fifteen of the woman before her was a true testament to how far she'd come from the lonely high school fat girl she once was, and she couldn't be happier.
She was fitted with an oxygen mask that sunk into her fat face. Olivia kissed her forehead, so proud of her inhumanly sized girlfriend and comfortable in the knowledge she'd be taken care of, at least until she was ready to return home. It took several people to push the stretchers carrying Chel out of the monstrous hole in their home, a cool breeze hitting her face as she left. It blew her brunette locks around, cooling her down, a feeling that was alien to her after so long in the thick air of her bed ridden paradise. She was shoved into the U-Haul truck with an effort from dozens of people, pushing the vehicles suspension to its absolute limits.
Olivia climbed in beside her, the two staying alone together as to not put any more pressure on the poor trucks that carried them on account of their combined weight nearing that of a ton. The feeder sat stroking her exhausted partners hair and fingering her back fat gently, the closest they'd been to fucking in longer than they'd ever gone before, and as she pulled her hand out she found it caked in sweat and grease. The truck started and they pulled away, slower than normal on account of the extra ton of baggage on board. Every slight bump sent Chel jiggling in a wave of wobbling fat as Olivia leaned in to whisper in her ear.
" When we're home, I think it's time we renovate the garage into your new home whilst we have the chance." She climbed on top of Chel, grabbing handfuls of fat with one hand and working her other through rolls upon rolls of fat to reach her lady parts and finally pleasure her. "Lots more space to work with and fit in as much food as I can get my hands on. Plus we'll be able to crank open the door to let some air in, and show my beautiful, gluttonous creation off to the world. All that'll be left then is to reach our next milestone... the first human to fill an entire room with fat...".
